The gunfire gradually subsided, and the wails of the wounded came.
Martin, who was secretly observing, felt that the time was ripe for the pugilist Toby's side, who had already beaten back the enemy stragglers.
The stragglers fought without any strategy, and after some random shooting, they began to chase after them indiscriminately.
Tumbling out of the house, Martin landed smoothly, but immediately lowered his body.
The scene in front of his eyes was a continuous mountain of garbage, with smoke rising from it and a putrid odor rushing into his nose.
Martin didn't bother about this, his eyes were fixed on a gun on the ground in the distance, it was a short-handled flintlock pistol, although a little worn out, but it was a murderous weapon that could kill.
The owner of the short-handled flintlock was already dead, the small half of his throat was shattered by a stray bullet, his death was extremely tragic.
Probably the location of death was relatively hidden, the forces of the pugilist Toby, did not discover this gun, otherwise in the 'Scrap Terminal' where weapons were scarce. Would never have left this 'short-handled flintlock' here.
Bending his body low, Martin began to approach the gun.
But just at that moment, a straggler with a thin body had already rushed in front of that 'short-handled flintlock pistol', and that palm full of dirt, grabbed at the 'short-handled flintlock pistol'.
Martin's brows furrowed, not because the other party had seized the lead, but because he was afraid that the other party would attract the attention of those two groups of forces.
Casually picking up a fist-sized stone, Martin threw it with all his might.
The stone block brought up an extremely strong force and ruthlessly smashed into the drifter's arm.
"Bang."
The straggler was staggered while letting out a miserable howl.
Martin rushed behind his opponent with a sharp step, his body deviated sideways, and his knee ruthlessly topped the spine of the exile.
The exile's body bowed and curved in front of him, and a stream of acid spewed out of his mouth, but even after receiving such a heavy blow, the exile actually only staggered forward two steps and didn't fall down.
Martin pupil a burst of tightening, the pirate world of human, physical quality in the end how strong, this is still only the worst physical quality of the drifter.
But at this moment already can't care about those, Martin found that the vagabond has been exposed to fierce light, as if the enraged beast, full of yellow teeth clenched tightly, the bite muscle protrudes.
If he were an ordinary person, he would have subconsciously stepped back, but Martin was different, he had experience in fighting, and knew in his heart that if he escaped at this moment, he would receive a bullet in his bare back.
With his fist clenched, Martin punched his opponent in the jaw before he could recover.
There were a large number of blood vessels distributed in the human body's jaw, so if he was suddenly hit hard, it would lead to insufficient blood supply to the brain, after which it would trigger a lack of oxygen supply and a short period of unconsciousness.
"Bang." Several bloodied yellow teeth flew out a long way.
After receiving Martin's full force punch, the straggler fell straight backward as if he was a planted stick.
