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Chapter 82 This script is wrong! (Please subscribe, recommend monthly tickets, invest in collections)
"Who else?"

"If you still want to cause trouble for me, get out of here immediately, or I will let you taste the feeling of being electrocuted."

The two swords in Martin's hands clashed, and the black blades collided, bursting out powerful sparks of lightning.

The adventurers who were reveling in the square in front of the inn stopped cheering out of shock. With the help of the firelight, they saw the blood flowing from the corpses, gradually soaking the ground.

Martin was surrounded by corpses, blood gradually flowed over the soles of his shoes, and shadows swayed around him, making him look like a murderous demon.

Just when he thought he had peace of mind tonight and could have a good sleep, someone suddenly shouted.

"Brothers, stand together and cut this arrogant bastard into pieces!"

"I've disliked him for a long time. We're all risking our lives, but why does this guy get fame and fortune while we have to suffer?"

"Kill Martin, a hundred times, a hundred times!"

The whole town was like a boiling pot, with the water bubbling out. The guys who were on the edge of a knife took knives and guns and surrounded Martin.

“Bad luck, bad luck, bad luck!”

Martin's eyes bulged and he shouted to Tiying to run away quickly.

This script is wrong. Those people should be intimidated by my force and start begging for mercy.

How come in the blink of an eye, I became the one being besieged?
I'm a positive character!

He was wailing in his heart and ran back to the hotel, where he met Diana who was coming downstairs with her colleagues.

"If you hadn't said that, we wouldn't have to flee now."

Diana came up with an accusation.

Martin failed to show off and couldn't say anything back, but he refused her request to take his colleagues on the trip.

"Those people outside don't know my relationship with you yet. Hurry up and take your colleagues to another room to hide. I will lead the people outside away by myself, and someone will pick you up tomorrow."

Diana asked her colleagues to do what Martin said, but she had no intention of leaving.

Martin asked Hoof Shadow to stand in front of him to block the bullets flying outside the door, and said to Diana helplessly: "Sister, there are all desperate people outside who want your head, and you are still thinking about doing archaeology? You are too academic!"

If he hadn't known Diana's true identity, that last statement would have been pure compliment.

"The contract has been made. Are you, a legend, going to break it?"

Diana's grip on Martin's shoulders was like an iron clamp.

She had little interest in archaeology, but was just curious about Martin as a person.

As a demigod, she has lived in human society for nearly seventy years, but she still often feels lonely and feels that she is out of tune with the people around her.

After a long time, I learned how to disguise myself - wrapping my heart with a hard shell and gradually becoming numb.

Martin was the first person who made Diana feel new and interesting in all these years.

The impenetrable fog surrounding this man aroused Diana's desire to win and made her want to dig out the secrets hidden in this man.

"Of course I won't break my promise. If you insist, then we'll set off now."

Martin didn't argue with Diana either.

It's just one night. After tonight, he will most likely leave here.

As for Diana, she needed no protection.

And at the critical moment, Martin needed the other party to protect himself.

Boom boom boom!
The people outside the door banged on the door and windows of the hotel, making an overwhelming sound.

Martin quickly glanced at the windows on one side of the corridor, picked a room at random, and pushed all three of Diana's colleagues in.

The two men wished it were so. When they heard the gunshots, their legs became as soft as noodles.

But Barbara Minerva refused to go in.

"I want to go on adventures with you."

"What a joke."

Martin spoke before Diana and rejected her bluntly: "Now we not only have to take risks, but also have to escape from the gunman's pursuit. Can you do it?"

"Diana is also a woman. If she can do it, then I can do it too."

Barbara refused to back down and held her neck high, determined to go.

Wow!

The glass on the window was broken, and the adventurer with a big knife rushed in. "It's up to you. Just die in the forest and don't let the ghost come looking for me."

Good words can't persuade a damned ghost.

Since Barbara was so overestimating her own abilities, Martin didn't say anything more. He grabbed her clothes and threw her onto Hoofing's back.

Martin then climbed onto the horse and put his hands on Barbara's shoulders.

Diana followed and sat behind Martin.

Although Diana was very unhappy with his behavior of taking the initiative to let his friend catch up, she did not lose her temper at this time.

"gone!"

Tiying raised his front hoof, kicked open the door of the hotel, and rushed out of the hotel carrying the three people.

"Don't let them get away!"

The gunner adventurers crowded outside the door looked at the iron warhorse passing over their heads and turned around hurriedly, but in the panic they were huddled together and couldn't shoot at all.

"what--"

Barbara suffocated with fear and let out a piercing scream.

"Stop howling!"

The shadows of hooves landed on the ground, knocking over a bunch of people, but soon more people gathered around.

Martin resisted the urge to throw the woman in front of him down, and combined his two swords into a spear, swung it in a circle, and knocked down a group of gunmen.

But this gap was soon filled by more people, who rushed towards Martin.

"This is a remote place, not a game novice village, where do all these people come from?"

Martin complained, and kept charging forward with the shadow of his hooves, clearing a path through the crowd and arriving in front of the long table at the party.

With a thrust of the spear, all the wine bottles on the table flew up, shattered, and the wine splashed all over the gunslinger adventurer.

Then Martin raised his spear and smashed it hard on the ground.

Boom!

A deafening sound suddenly rang out, and flashes of lightning jumped on the ground, igniting the high-purity alcohol.

The group of people closest to him turned directly into torches, rolling around wailing in pain, burning more people.

The humidity in the South American forests is very high, and small flames cannot even start. Most people do not prepare for fire prevention, and coupled with the high-purity liquor, the flames continue to spread outward.

Martin continued to rush outward with the shadow of hooves, waving his spear and throwing out flashes of lightning, creating a buffer zone, allowing the flames to block the pursuers but not burn the town.

The whole town was in chaos, busy putting out the fire, and no one cared about Martin's existence.

Taking this opportunity, Martin rushed out of the town and directly into the forest.

He ran in twists and turns in the forest for more than ten kilometers in one breath before stopping by the river.

"No one will catch up."

Martin asked the two women to dismount, took out compressed biscuits and water from his backpack and handed them to them.

"Rest for fifteen minutes, eat and drink water, then we'll continue on our way."

The forest was dark, with only the light from the shadows of hooves illuminating an area and attracting more mosquitoes.

Martin took out a special mosquito repellent and sprayed it a few times, and the mosquitoes around him went away.

Diana took out the map and began to think about how to go next.

Barbara wolfed down her cookies and guzzled a bottle of water.

Because I ate too fast, I choked and coughed continuously.

"Those damned bastards. Martin, why don't you just set that town on fire?"

"Because I am a normal person, not an arsonist or a murderous madman."

Martin glared at the woman with thick glasses with dissatisfaction and began to explain the markings on the map to Diana.

Barbara snorted and twisted the plastic bottle in her hand into a ball.

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