Chapter 558

The man went out of the abandoned terminal and entered the extremely wide parking airport and vertical and horizontal runways. The road surface was full of weeds, damaged small aircraft and some abandoned rusty ferry cars.

An oil barrel rolled slowly not far away and soon stopped, but there was no sign of anyone.

The gangster picked up his gun and looked around warily.

In this deserted place, it is common to meet wild animals.

He slowly approached the oil barrel and looked around. In particular, he paid more attention to the damaged small plane not far away. He explored the plane twice and didn't see anyone. Then he put down the muzzle of the gun.

"What the hell? Don't let me see it. If I see it, I'll shoot it. Take it back and bake it."

With that, he turned and walked back. He turned back here. A dark shadow shone on his head. Then his back neck hurt and his eyes darkened. He rushed forward.

The man did not fall to the ground, but was caught by a slender figure, quickly dragged to the edge of the oil barrel and stuffed the man into the oil barrel.

The people inside didn't find anything strange at first. For a long time, they saw that the people who went out still didn't return. They thought something was wrong and sent two people out.

The vision outside the terminal is wide. The two people stood at the door without seeing their companions. They couldn't help looking at each other, picked up their guns and walked past.

The sound just came out was like the sound of the oil barrel rolling. They would naturally walk towards the oil barrel.

Before reaching the front, one of them made a gesture and pointed to the side of the small plane.

Another gangster looked and saw a dark barrel exposed outside.

The two people cooperated tacitly, one left and one right around the abandoned plane.

They expected someone to hide on the other side of the plane.

When they came to both ends with guns, they aimed at the muzzle almost at the same time, but found that only their own people appeared opposite.

Glancing at the semi-automatic rifle lying on the ground, the two men coincidentally set their eyes on the abandoned plane.

This small plane itself is not easy to hide, not to mention the severe damage of the plane, and the cockpit has been crushed, unless there is a cat hidden inside.

The two men ignored the collapsed cockpit and looked around. There was no place to hide except the oil barrel.

Two people look at each other and see the doubts in each other's eyes.

The oil barrel can hold at most one person. If the attacker hides in it, what about their companions?

But if their companions were taken away by wild animals, they could not be silent, not even a scream or a gunshot.

They winked at each other. One of them stayed next to the abandoned plane and the other gradually approached the oil barrel.

Perhaps it was indeed a beast, hidden in the oil bucket, and their companions had been eaten.

If so, the beast may well be a cunning and terrible thing.

The gangster approached gradually, all his attention on the oil bucket, his face tense.

The left behind gangsters also looked at their companions and oil barrels, but did not find a hand sticking out of their head and a partridge spot on their hand.

The left behind gangster suddenly smelled with his chin up.

What a delicious smell!

He turned his head with the fragrance and saw the snow-white hand.

You know, what's the reaction when you suddenly see a white hand in the wilderness, or half of it?

The gangster was so frightened that his heart almost stopped beating, but soon he was frightened to find that his heart was really about to stop beating. A feeling that his heart was clenched suddenly hit him. There was air around him, but he felt he couldn't breathe a trace of it.

It's like a barrier that prevents him from breathing oxygen.