Killing America Terror Starts at a Fatal Turn

The werewolf rolling to avoid was none other than Ilya, the leader of several werewolves on the trip. The moment Luke's team opened fire, his battle-experienced sixth sense suddenly reacted, and he cleverly and subconsciously made a tactical turn to hide. After a sudden attack.

He looked at the compatriot who was talking to him just now, and in an instant he turned into a corpse studded with silver bullets.

His neck suddenly stretched forward and he let out a fierce roar. Black down grew on his face, his mouth opened wide, and his philtrum, upper lip, and lower jaw protruded and stretched. His entire head instantly turned into a wolf's head.

At the same time, jet-black hair also grew on the body, expanding rapidly to stretch out the clothes. The palms stretched, the five fingers turned into slender claws, and sharp nails protruded from the flesh.

After completing the transformation, Ilya's physical strength doubled. He gradually sniffed a few times, sensing the pheromones of several enemies in the air.

Spotting the wooden house next to him, he kicked hard on the ground with his hind legs, rushed through a small empty space like an arrow, and jumped behind the wooden house.

None of the other four members of the group took advantage of the opportunity, and it passed before they could fire.

Luke did see it, a big black rat, scurrying towards it in a flash. He quickly turned the gun and shot it, but the distance between the two was far away, and he had no time to aim in his haste. Most of the shotgun pellets were hit by firewood. He blocked it and missed.

Ilya hid in the wooden house, avoided the gun line blockade of several people, and began to plan a counterattack.

At this time, gunshots were heard from other parts of the farm simultaneously. He knew that this time the enemies were not just the ones in front of him, but his tribesmen were also being attacked in other corners of the farm.

The enemy was obviously well prepared, lurking and infiltrating in groups of several, each with their own goals, and the bullets they used were all silver bullets specially prepared to deal with werewolves.

Thinking of this, he became more and more anxious. Lucian trusted him and allowed him to lead the team to Phoenix City to collect information.

Now, the information has not been collected and their whereabouts have been exposed. If a few more clan members are left here, I really don’t know how to explain to Lucian.

He has lived on this farm for more than a month and is much more familiar with the terrain than these new attackers. He can only use the geographical location to fight back.

Elijah glanced at the nearby environment, quietly moved from behind the wooden house, and using the cover of the haystacks on the other side, crawled forward and came to the side of Luke and the others.

When Luke and the rest of his team saw the werewolf escaping, they were not in a hurry. Anyway, there were teammates on the outside of the farm to support and surround them. They formed a tactical team and cautiously advanced step by step toward the wooden house where the werewolf was hiding.

The distance got closer and closer, and Luke moved his psychic energy to his head, agitating it a little. This is a simple way to use the [Bullet Time] skill. It can increase his own perception to a limited extent, and the amount of psychic energy consumed is not as huge as [Bullet Time]. , is a very useful little trick.

He maximized his senses of sight, hearing, and smell, and vaguely smelled the animal stench of the werewolf, but he didn't hear any movement in the wooden house.

He made a gesture to indicate that it was safe for now and accelerated his advance slightly.

The members of the team were moving like hands. Mike and Sarah, who were exploring the way in front, accelerated slightly. John and Kate, who were behind, were more cautious. They held the guns in their hands tightly, ready to give any enemy that suddenly appeared a fatal blow at any time. .

Soon, the two explorers walked past the wooden house, and Mike signaled "safety."

Luke continued to strengthen his five senses, observing the footprints left on the moist land of the farm, sniffing the flow of the residual smell in the air, pointing in the direction of Elijah and saying, "Over there."

Elijah, who was crawling behind the haystack, twitched his ears slightly and heard the sound of rustling footsteps and the sound of clothes rubbing against each other coming from the direction where he came from. He thought to himself, how dare you take the initiative to come to me.

He smiled contemptuously. Although these humans were very restrained with their guns, once he closed the distance, pulled the battle into hand-to-hand combat, and took a few bullets, he could kill all these humans.

Silver bullets are fatal allergens to werewolves, but they are not fatal upon contact. As long as the vital parts of the head are not injured and the bullet is pulled out of the wound in time, death will not occur.

Ilya calmed his breathing, reduced the movement he made, and got down on all fours, like a wild wolf waiting for prey, quietly lying in ambush behind the haystack, waiting for the prey to come and throw itself into the trap.

After a while, Luke's team followed the traces left by Elijah to the vicinity of the haystack. Smelling the increasingly strong smell in the air, Luke made a gesture to slow down the steps of several people, indicating "nearby, careful."

We are about to increase the supply of psychic energy, increase the intensity of perception enhancement, and find out the specific location of the werewolf.

Suddenly, a corner of his mind was slightly touched by psychic energy, and a picture emerged in his mind. It was the real-time picture of the werewolf hiding in the haystack on the left front, looking down from high above.

Do it! I failed, what kind of technical flow do I play?

Listening to footsteps is not as accurate as looking at the frames on the screen.

I was so focused on the situation of the few police officers in the team that I almost forgot that Halpier was still in the sky, monitoring the enemy's every move in real time like a high-altitude drone.

Luke silently emphasized to himself that Xiaotou was not a loser.

Then he pointed a finger in the direction of the werewolf in the haystack, indicating that the enemy was there, and successfully reported the point to his teammates.

The two people at the back also walked to the side of the team, pointed their guns in the direction of the haystack, and advanced step by step cautiously.

The werewolf heard the footsteps slowing down and guessed that his whereabouts might have been discovered. He no longer waited in ambush and jumped directly from the side of the haystack, bringing a large amount of hay to block the view of several people, trying to disrupt the formation and make Luke almost People are in chaos.

Seeing a ferocious werewolf breaking through the grass and attacking, coupled with the sky full of hay, Mike and the others fired in panic. Only a few shotgun pellets hit slightly, without much impact, and they were directly approached by Ilya.

Luke saw it clearly, but he was a brave man and wanted to get closer before shooting, so he waited.

The moment the werewolf rushed in, Luke kicked the ground with his right foot and rushed to the front of the team in one lunge.

When Mike saw it, he immediately panicked. Amisha handed over Luke, a young special person, to her and gave her numerous instructions to ensure his safety.

Luke had also behaved very calmly along the way. Why was he suddenly so impulsive and taking the initiative to approach the dangerous werewolf?

Before he could rush to the front again to block Luke, Luke had already raised the Winchester and finished aiming. Even O'Neill's grandmother could hit the shot with a shotgun at close range.

Luke aimed at Elijah's chest and shot him twice.

As Ilya advanced, the beast intuitively sensed the danger. He exerted force on his waist, and his upper body tilted forty degrees. A large silver bullet brushed past his side, taking away a piece of flesh and blood, leaving a small part behind. It was like a red-hot iron being placed on the pork, making a sizzling sound and wisps of black smoke in his waist and arms.