Killing America Terror Starts at a Fatal Turn

Luke suddenly remembered something and asked Sam: "Leonard has been with me today. He should smell like me. He won't be attacked if he goes out by himself."

Sam thought for a while and replied: "Wendigos usually only come out to hunt at night. During the day, they are used to sleeping in dark corners or caves."

Luke then asked: "Two agents, have you prepared any effective props or weapons? Can you share some with me?"

Dean took out a flare gun and said, "Once the flare emitted by the flare gun hits, it will cause huge damage to the Wendigo."

Luke nodded, waiting to see other powerful props.

For a long time, there was no other movement from the two agents opposite.

He asked incredulously: "That's it?"

Sam also took out a flare gun from his back: "I've prepared one too."

Luke was speechless.

Suppressing his desire to complain, he said: "What else? Aren't Wendigos afraid of flames? Aren't you going to light a flamethrower or something like that? Or an incendiary bomb? Where is your FBI equipment arsenal?"

Hearing Luke's words, Sam and Dean looked at each other a little awkwardly, and Dean finally spoke: "We came in a hurry and didn't have time to prepare too many weapons, but don't worry, we used a flare gun to eliminate a group of people before. Just a Wendigo, nothing can go wrong.”

Luke curled his lips: "It's best that way."

Looking at the somewhat disdainful eyes of the high school students opposite, even though Brother Sam was a veteran of deceiving countless people, he felt like he was about to dig out a villa with his toes. But they usually rely on stolen credit cards for their own consumption, so where do they get the money to buy the equipment Luke proposed.

What's more, they have always been like this since they exorcised demons. When they encounter monsters, they often use whatever they have at hand, and rarely think about preparing restraint methods in advance.

Sam quickly changed the subject: "You haven't had lunch yet, right? Let's go eat together."

After the meal, Leonard also came back from Sean. He put on the stab-proof suit directly, put on a coat outside, and carried a violin bag in his hand, which contained a shotgun of the same model as Luke's. Winchester M1897, the outfit looks very strange in this season when the weather is starting to look hot.

Luke sent him to buy some food and daily necessities, and then the four of them met in the warehouse next to the stadium.

Half an hour later, brothers Leonard and Sam watched in stunned silence as Luke used cloth strips, glass bottles, gasoline, and sugar to make six or seven simple "Molotov cocktails."

Luke, who had been busy for a long time, shrugged: "These are just some simple tips learned from the Internet. Don't you teach this in FBI training?"

Dean replied as if he had seen a ghost: "Why do you think the FBI would teach this!"

Luke gave one Molotov cocktail to each of the three people and said, "Light the cloth, aim at the Wendigo, and throw it out. The only thing you need to be careful about is don't throw it on your own people."

After making the final preparations, a few people rested in the warehouse, waiting for the sun to set and the arrival of the Wendigo.

Harpie never landed, hovering in the sky, like a loyal guard, warning his master of all dangers.

During this period, Luke expressed great interest in the "Encyclopedia of Monsters" in Sam's hand and tried to borrow it for a few days to read or make a copy.

But that book is not so much a book as it is a diary filled with various newspaper clippings. The various contents are so densely stacked that it is impossible to copy them.

And Sam said that this was his father's relic and would not be loaned out, but he could hold it in his hand and watch it with Luke.

Leonard also participated enthusiastically, absorbing these novel monster knowledge.

When you are doing something you are interested in, time often passes quickly. In the blink of an eye, an afternoon passes by.

As the sun goes down, the small words on the "Encyclopedia of Monsters" are hard to read.

Leonard stood up and turned on the chandelier in the warehouse, and said as he walked: "The Wendigo you are talking about can't do it."

Before he finished speaking, there was a "bang", and the door of the warehouse seemed to have been hit hard by something. The chain on the door was tightened and then relaxed instantly, making a "clatter" sound.

The wendigo is here.

There was a strange smell, and there was a fishy smell in the air.

Several people in the warehouse held their breath.

Brothers Dean and Sam each picked up flare guns and Molotov cocktails, and Leonard also picked up the Winchester M1897 he had just acquired. This gun of the same type as Luke gave him a lot of security.

The door soon faced another impact. The huge force exceeded its design load. The door panel shattered into countless pieces and flew into the warehouse. Along with the rising dust, it obscured the view of several people in the room.

Dean quickly fired a flare at the door, but it did not hit the entity. The flare passed through the door, flew to the playground, and began to spontaneously ignite, emitting a cold orange light.

When the dust settled, the Wendigo disappeared again.

Several people gathered in a circle, waiting nervously.

At this moment, surrounded by a seemingly reliable "FBI agent", Luke diverted his attention and focused a small part of his attention on Halpier, trying to find traces of the Wendigo with his sharp eyes.

But the Wendigo has the ability to become invisible in the night. Although Halpier's eyesight is keen, he finds nothing. He can only hover over the warehouse over and over again, trying to find any traces of trouble.

Soon, Harpierre discovered an anomaly.

Luke lit the Molotov cocktail in his hand and threw it at the window diagonally above on his left.

His extraordinary strength and acumen made his throwing extremely accurate. The Molotov cocktail smashed open the glass, causing the humanoid monster that was trying to break through the window to jump up in surprise.

Although the Wendigo reacted quickly, it was still contaminated by the gasoline and flames produced by the instantaneous explosion of the Molotov cocktail. The flames were burning on one of its thigh-like limbs. The combustion-supporting and adhesive effects of a small amount of sugar made the flames resemble gangrene attached to the bones. .

The Wendigo lost its balance and fell off the roof to the ground with a whimper.

The moment the Molotov cocktail hit, Luke pulled out his Winchester and ran out the door.

When he went out, the Wendigo happened to land on the grass not far from him.

He raised his gun upside down and ran forward quickly.

Dean and Sam ran out after him, holding the flare gun and were about to aim and fire. When they saw him approaching the Wendigo, they reached out to pull it.

Luke was much faster than the two of them. Sam stretched out his hand and called out to Luke quickly: "Don't get close. The injured Wendigo is also in danger. We use a flare gun."

Luke glanced back, completely disbelieving Sam's words. Such a monster with infinite strength, lightning speed, invulnerability and invisibility can be eliminated with just one flare?

If it really works, then Sam and Dean are probably going to do it.