American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 158 Group fight
Excited shouts echoed from the woods.

The silhouettes of bicycles speeding by were beginning to emerge.

Knowing in advance that they would pass through this path, Baling directly blocked their way.

Then, hide behind the trees on both sides and wait quietly.

Sure enough, they arrived.

The group of people who punctured the tires were riding their bikes this way.

"Hahaha, you've offended me, Bright, and you still want to have a peaceful vacation? I'll puncture all your tires!" Bright laughed triumphantly.

His companions behind him echoed his sentiments, fantasizing and mocking Baling and the others for their pathetic state of only being able to walk on two legs.

"Buddy, what if we run into them here?"

Mark, a Black man, suddenly had a question.

"Hmph! If we meet again, I'll hang him up and beat him mercilessly." Whether he was recalling yesterday's humiliation or not, Bright's expression was uncertain.

“Mark, don’t overthink it. They’re probably starving right now, walking around looking for food,” Peggy, the delinquent, said with a grin.

"Oh no, there's an obstacle ahead." Some sharp-eyed people have already noticed it.

"Fuck!" they cursed, and the group quickly slammed on the brakes.

Thanks to their long-term habit of riding bicycles around, they have excellent riding skills, and none of them were injured.

Crack!

The tip of the whip ripped through the air, producing a loud popping sound.

The road we came from has been ambushed.

The newcomer was Baling, who was holding a whip, and Steve, who was acting as the atmosphere group.

"It's you again! What the hell do you want?!" Bright, who had a bad temper, couldn't suppress his anger when he saw Baling, whom he loathed.

But why is it anger, and not fear?

This is because Bright came prepared this time. After offending people and suffering a great loss, he dared not wander around outside unprepared.

"You lot, I need to teach you a lesson." Baling brandished his whip, cracking the air with a loud crack, his voice intimidating.

When they met Baling again, they were both surprised and afraid.

I got a good beating yesterday, and the bruises on my face haven't gone down yet.

"Woof woof woof!" A Rottweiler that had lost its purpose tucked its tail between its legs and whimpered softly, hiding fearfully behind Bright's feet.

Shh!

The sound of dripping water began, and a strong smell of urine wafted among the group of thugs.

The Rottweiler couldn't control itself the moment it smelled the scent of Baling and peed itself in fright.

"Holy crap, Bonnie peed, it stinks. Bright, your pants are wet." Cooper, the underling, saw this and said it.

Instead of expressing gratitude, Bright angrily roared, "I know, you don't need to tell me!"

With red eyes and gritted teeth, Bright stared at Baling and Steve, who were blocking the road, and shouted back, "Let's speed up and run them over!"

"what?"

No, buddy? We're riding bicycles, not trucks!

Bright had already stepped on the pedals and sped off, with two other people following closely behind.

That's enough! As long as we unite, work together, and have passion, friendship, and bonds, we will surely forge a path forward!

Go!

Hoping that the people on the other side of Baling would avoid their attacks, these guys rode their bicycles and recklessly rammed into them.

"How brave!"

Baling cracked his whip, fearless, as he faced several bicycles that were crashing into him. He was about to give them a good beating, but what happened next surprised him.

"Danger!" Steve suddenly pounced and tackled Baling to the ground. The two of them rolled into the grass together, allowing Bright and the others to break through their defenses.

"Damn it! Steve, what are you doing?!"

Baling shoved Steve away, but Steve said matter-of-factly, "That was dangerous. You have a bright future ahead of you. Don't risk your life for these scoundrels. It's not worth the risk."

"You think I'm afraid of these weak and powerless bicycles? I can handle even a big truck!"

After saying that, Baling untied the rope from his waist and swung it out. The three-meter-long spliced ​​rope flew swiftly towards the end of the convoy ahead.

bingo!

"Awoooooo!"

The rope loop precisely caught the slowest dog. The Rottweiler plunged headfirst to the ground, its limbs flailing frantically, but the pull from behind made it unable to resist.

"Bonnie—!"

Bright, who was riding the fastest, heard his beloved dog howling and immediately stopped and turned around. This dog was more precious to him than his own parents, and he would never give up on him.

"Bright, let's retreat and find someone to help us."

"Don't get beaten up for nothing because of this dog."

Others tried to persuade him, but Bright wouldn't listen at all; he was only focused on saving the dog.

boom!
Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, shattering all doubts.

Bright, brandishing a pistol, roared defiantly, "Nobody's leaving!"

America's men knew the horrors of firearms, so they immediately dropped out of the car and obediently remained still.

The next second, the gun was pointed at Baling.

Bright looked excited; the gun in his hand was still smoking, and his finger on the trigger was trembling slightly.

Give Bonnie back to me.

"Hey! Are you threatening me? I never accept threats."

With a grin, Baling grabbed the dog by the neck, lifted it in front of him, and slapped the dog's head several times.

This enraged Bright, who roared maniacally, "I'm not kidding, I really will shoot, I'll kill you with one shot. Kill you, do you hear me?"

"Buddy, don't get agitated, don't get agitated. It would be terrible if someone got killed."

"You're teaching me how to do things!"

boom!
Mark's pupils constricted, a bloody flower bloomed on his chest, and blood leaked out uncontrollably.

The gun went off accidentally.

"Killing! Killing!"

The group panicked and screamed as they tried to escape, but the next gunshot stopped them in their tracks.

"Don't leave! Anyone who leaves, I'll kill them!"

Bright's expression was ferocious, and he looked completely insane.

He knew that if anyone leaked his murder, he would be finished. Therefore, he had to kill the person who would leak it, and also drag everyone who saw it into the mess as accomplices.

"Go up there, take them down, and bring Bonnie back!" Bright yelled at his friends. If anyone hesitated, he'd point a gun at them. Their will to survive would give them courage.

The remaining four looked hesitant, but Bright said he had a gun and the other side wouldn't dare to fight back, so they could just beat them up.

Remember, fight them to the death!
They had no choice but to charge.

"Hehehe! Looks like I've caught your dad. No, this is a little bitch, so I've caught your mom instead."

Baling remained calm and unhurried, moving around with the dog in his arms as a shield.

The others were hesitant and dared not go all out, fearing they might hurt the dog. Later, they turned their attention to Steve.

Steve charged left and right, fighting with all his might, but he was no match for the four hands and was eventually beaten to the ground by the unsportsmanlike mob.

(End of this chapter)