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It was that same dull voice, but this time it sounded a bit anxious.

Little Red Riding Hood turned around, looking at Rhodes with hopeful eyes.

"Okay!"

"Grandma needs to see this clearly."

Rhodes's lips curled into a slight smile as he walked towards the bed.

"So... so fragrant..."

The voice from under the covers was intermittent, as if trying to suppress something.

As Rhodes approached the bed, the suppressed voice finally couldn't hold back any longer, becoming hoarse and rough.

"So... so fragrant! I can't hold back!"

Rip!

Sharp claws tore through the quilt, and a werewolf wearing pajamas and covered in fur lunged out from under the covers.

Saliva dripped from its fangs, its eyes filled with hunger.

Greeting it were two dark gun muzzles.

"I could smell the bloody and wolfish stench on you from a kilometer away."

Rhodes narrowed his eyes, his face expressionless.

Without hesitation, two shots directly hit the werewolf's chest.

The tremendous impact sent the werewolf flying, crashing into the wall.

Click!

With a flick of his wrist, two bullets were skillfully loaded into the shotgun.

Two more shots were fired without any pause.

Bang! Bang!

One shot to the chest, one to the head.

The buckshot scattered like heavenly maidens scattering flowers, directly blasting the fragile wooden house to pieces.

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Chapter 14: Werewolf? Who isn't one!

Boom!

The walls of the wooden house shattered.

The shotgun's impact directly blasted the werewolf, whose life or death was unknown, out of the house.

As a close-quarters combat weapon, the shotgun's breaching effect is no joke.

Not to mention wood, at this close range it could even penetrate iron sheets.

Rhodes's eyes were cold, and he exuded a chilling murderous aura.

He reloaded his bullets and walked out through the hole in the wall.

At such close range, being hit four times in a row by his shotgun, even a werewolf would definitely not survive.

Although there was a 90% chance that this werewolf was already dead.

But he had always been cautious.

If he was going to kill, he wanted to make sure the opponent didn't have a single chance to survive.

He would only feel at ease after even the corpse was sacrificed.

Before he was 100% sure that this werewolf was dead, then it was still alive.

Outside the house.

The werewolf, covered in blood, lay motionless on the ground.

Rhodes slowly walked to the werewolf's side, his pupils suddenly contracting.

Werewolves are powerful, but essentially they are still mortal beings.

Apart from their extraordinary recovery and physique, they are not that different from humans in other aspects.

They will be injured when shot, and they will die if the injuries are too severe.

He had also killed two werewolves before.

Countless steel pellets were deeply embedded in its flesh, but they only managed to seriously injure it.

It was far from being fatal.

Whoosh!

The werewolf, with its eyes tightly closed, suddenly opened them.

In the next second, the werewolf's body began to transform towards a more beastly form.

As it transformed, its blood-soaked body began to heal at an extremely fast rate.

One by one, the steel pellets fell from its flesh and blood, dropping to the ground.

In a short time, the werewolf's body had grown new fur.

Its human limbs also began to change into those of a beast.

Hiss!

Rhodes couldn't help but gasp.

Don't lie to me, is this really a werewolf?

He had never heard of a werewolf with such thick skin.

It could even block a shotgun, how terrifying was this muscle.

"You're going to defy the heavens."

Without any hesitation, Rhodes picked up the shotgun in his hand and fired two shots in a row at the werewolf's head.

Just like how villains die from talking too much.

He never understood those TV dramas where they could have solved the villain before the transformation.

Why did the protagonists always act like idiots and argue with the villains when they had an absolute advantage?

They had to wait until the other party powered up and transformed before killing off most of their allies.

Only then would they defeat the villain in extreme anger.

Were there too many people and they wanted to sacrifice a few teammates to make the villains happy?

Learning from this lesson, strike while the iron is hot.

A dead enemy is a good enemy.

After firing two shotgun rounds, Rhodes didn't even have time to reload.

He pulled out his revolver and emptied all six bullets into the werewolf's eye sockets.

At this time, the painfully roaring werewolf had also completed the final stage of its transformation.

All traces of the werewolf form disappeared, replaced by a giant gray wolf more than three meters tall.

At this moment, the giant wolf's right eye was covered in blood, and half of its face had been blasted apart by the shotgun.

Its only remaining left eye was looking at him with a violent and ferocious gaze.

Good news, this guy was crippled.

Bad news, being crippled doesn't seem to affect this guy's combat power.

In fact, it made this giant wolf even more insane.

"This is tricky."

Rhodes sighed.

He couldn't kill this guy even after blasting him in the face with a shotgun, so he couldn't be blamed for being too soft.

It's a pity he didn't have any grenades.

Otherwise, if he stuffed two high-explosive grenades into its mouth, even if this guy had an iron stomach, it would be ruined.

When he gets back this time, he must find a way to get a few boxes of grenades.

As he finished his thoughts, the crazed giant wolf pounced fiercely towards him.

"Awoo!"

Sharp teeth and claws came with a raging gale.

Rhodes rolled over to dodge.

A large tree that two people could hug was directly torn apart by the giant wolf's claws.

Strength, speed, explosiveness, as well as defense and recovery.

This guy's basic attributes were basically maxed out.

Looking at the giant wolf's gradually recovering injuries, Rhodes couldn't help but have a headache.

Fighting werewolves is like this, either you kill them in one hit, not giving them a chance to recover.

Or you can only be slowly worn down to death by them.

If he were an ordinary person, he could only wait to die slowly now.

Too bad!

"You're a werewolf, does that mean I'm not?"

Rhodes's eyes were fierce, and he gritted his teeth.

Imagining a full moon rising in his mind.

In an instant, a violent and bloodthirsty bestiality rushed straight from his bloodline into his brain.

"Awoo!"

A suppressed growl, like a king's arrival, echoed far away.

The entire forest was instantly silent, and even the chirping of insects and birds completely disappeared.

Boom!

The giant wolf that was pouncing towards him was sent flying by a terrifying force, knocking down several trees in a row.

Step!

In the dust-filled air, a werewolf nearly three meters tall, covered in gray fur, slowly walked out.

Its strong body, cast like iron, was full of oppressive muscle lines.

The fur, as tough as steel needles, gleamed, and its narrow beast pupils flickered with scarlet.

Sharp fangs, sharp claws.

Apart from its head, most of its body still retained human form.

But it exuded a completely non-human aura, like the wildness and bestiality of a beast.

Rhodes took out the silver crucifix necklace from his personal space and wrapped it around his right hand in circles.

Since he was dealing with werewolves, he naturally had to use the thing that restrained werewolves the most.

Sizzle!

Where the back of his hand came into contact with the necklace, it sounded like water being poured on a red-hot iron, making a piercing sound.

Rhodes moved his body, not caring about the slight burning sensation on his hand.