Werewolf hunting rules

Once there was a problem with the military outpost system, Francis immediately abandoned it.

He stood up in the snow and barked orders so that the message could not be used by those who knew the military sentry, but this approach would also reveal his position, otherwise they would have done it in the first place.

The Salvation Army regrouped, at the cost of Francis's voice gradually becoming hoarse. In order to ensure the safety of himself as the commander, he was positioned far back and could not see the situation in front. He needed an observer to transmit the situation in front before he could make a decision.

This will of course cause a delay in the transmission of information, but it also avoids the danger of the team collapsing immediately because the commander is captured.

Despite the failure of the most efficient military sentry system, Francis still held out hope for victory.

They only have eight people left, which is one-third of the opponent's free manpower, but these untrained Gevo people are easily hit. If they can continue to knock down the opponent's people without losing any more, then the hunters will The team composed of civilians may collapse.

As long as the person who just blew the whistle doesn't come to disturb you

Before he could finish his thoughts, his body, which had already been eroded by the cold, suddenly felt an even colder breath coming.

Like someone stepping on his future tombstone.

Peng!

The snow behind him suddenly exploded, and a tall man wearing only a white shirt on his upper body was wrapped in snow mist. He rose into the air and rushed toward him like a beast. The yellow eye mask almost covered all the whites of his eyes, black. The pupils shrank to a point, giving people the terrifying feeling of an inhuman thing disguised as a human being.

Francis rolled over with his rifle in hand without hesitation, dodging the attack.

He recognized Clayton Bello, but he still couldn't figure out why he sided with the Gevos.

Clayton held a dagger in his right hand and his left hand was free, but Francis instinctively felt that the opponent's left hand was as dangerous as the dagger.

After standing firm, he immediately raised his gun and aimed it at the opponent, shouting loudly: "You don't know it yet, but the Sheriff has been disbanded. There is no need for you to fight to the death here."

He tried to tell the other party the latest news he learned when he left the city, so as to reduce the other party's desire to fight. He had clearly pointed his gun at the other person, but he still felt that the danger was not over. This man seemed to still have the power to threaten him.

Instinct made Francis want to shoot directly, but controlling a local friend as a hostage would give the Salvation Army a greater chance of winning.

Clayton didn't respond at all to his question and just gave him a cold look.

The antique dealer was also surprised by this situation. According to his plan, Francis should die silently at this moment, while the rest of the Salvation Army lost their command and were captured one by one by him and the hunters in Gevaud, but he had just touched An accident happened when I came over.

There used to be a crooked dead root of a tree on the ground. When it was covered with heavy snow, a hollow was formed under the dead root. When he walked through, he just stepped on the snow, which made Francis alert.

He had been careful, but nature's shaping just didn't make sense.

"Quickly," Clayton said.

Although there was no time to think about the meaning of this sentence, Francis could understand the other party's attitude, so he shot directly.

The speed of bullets is faster than Clayton, but the speed of aiming of muskets can exceed it.

Clayton ducked sideways, and the bullet grazed his chest.

He was unscathed, but the sound of gunshots was a bad sign—if these Salvation Army soldiers had as much combat experience as he did, then other Salvation Army units should have noticed something strange here and surrounded them.

He suddenly reached out to grab Francis, who subconsciously took a step back.

Clayton reached out faster than the Savior could retreat, but he just couldn't touch him.

When the black pointed nails were about to touch Francis's chest, his feet suddenly dipped down, apparently hitting another pit, which caused his body to jerk back, just in time to avoid Clayton's palm. .

Then he lay down on the ground and rolled down the slope, leaving traces along the way.

Clayton pressed his palms to the ground and tried to use his wolf posture to catch up again, but there was a painful feeling in his waist, and then the sound of gunshots rang in his ears.

Peng!

He was shot.

The lieutenant's face began to heat up, and the madness gradually broke out in him.

Clayton did not look at Francis or the wound. Instead, he turned to look in the direction where the bullet was flying. In the darkness, a Salvation Army man was standing by the tree with a rifle. He saw seepage from Clayton's waist. Blood, he gave him a smile.

Being shot in the waist will incapacitate you - usually.

But ordinary people don't usually encounter werewolves.

Clayton's upper body expanded rapidly, and black hair poured out from the gaps, breaking the white shirt in the next moment. A black beastly arm, almost as long as an adult, swept across and broke the Salvation Army's body against the tree. The snow on the branches and crown of the tree fell heavily.

The werewolf returned his body to his normal appearance, used a knife to cut the neck of his prey under the tree, collected some blood to heal the wounds caused by the deceased, and then continued to trace Francis's traces.

Of course he's here to help, but he thinks he's done enough for Gévaux and now it's time to go find Francis and ask about the Doomsday Seekers' relationship with the Salvation Army.

The hunters in Gevo will take care of the rest - as long as they are not real waste, there is nothing to worry about.

"Remember, you just have to stand outside with Perot. It's a good position, but it's better to stand back a little bit so they don't see you when they open the door. If things go well, you don't have to do anything. If we fail... I don't think so. We will fail, but let's make a backup plan. If you see someone other than us coming out of it first, take him down immediately."

"What do you mean by us? Of course it's me and Barbara. If Ian comes out first, old man, you shoot him."

"Creticia, what's your problem? Oh, try to survive as much as possible. We need to ask for some information. We can't let them die for the time being. But only one living one is enough."

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There are always a lot of questions before a move, especially for newbies like Donna and Perrault.

Although Julius and Barbara are not the best in the industry, they have already acted with Clayton several times and have sufficient experience. The wizard told Donna Bello and Pero all the precautions, and then walked with Barbara to the compound where the Hook detectives lived.

When he reached for the door, Julius's movements were still a beat slow.

To be honest, the feeling felt familiar to him.

The accelerated heartbeat and excitement in my heart are no longer familiar.

Julius felt like every scar on his body caused by the three Hook detectives was heating up, as if he was celebrating in advance what he was going to do next.

This pause was noticed by the female vampire, and Barbara looked at him worriedly: "Mr. Julius, your body temperature is rising, do you need to rest?"

A smile appeared on Julius's face: "No, let's continue."

After he finished speaking, he immediately knocked on the door.

The detective who opened the door was the one with his trousers tied high. His attitude when he saw Julius was very unkind.

"What are you doing here again?"

"The detective we hired is back to see you, but we have other things that need his help now. We paid the money, and he should go back with us."

"Which detective?" Kit's face revealed from the crack in the door was full of confusion, as if he didn't know anything.

This result was also what Julius had expected. Things did not go well, but he heard a laughter sounding from the bottom of his heart. It was his own voice.

"Ian Lazarus." The wizard answered Kit seemingly calmly.

"He didn't come back today."

Kit was about to close the door after saying this, but Barbara put one hand on the door, preventing the door leaf from closing.

"He must be here," the housewife said firmly.

She could already feel the aura of her descendants.

"He really hasn't been here. This lady -" Kit tried to use force to close the door, but that slender and thin arm seemed to have the strength of a professionally trained strongman. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the other person in the slightest. .

At this time, another voice came from behind him, and Ace's face poked out from the corner behind the hall and faced them.

"Kit, are there guests?"

Kit gave up fighting with Barbara and immediately turned around. Julius and Barbara could only see the back of his head through the crack of the door: "Well, it's the lady we met last time, and We caught the wrong guy. They seemed to think Ian was here, and I told them it was a misunderstanding."

"Let them come in and sit for a while. If they think so, maybe Ian will actually come later."

Ace's words were unquestionable. Kit untied the door chain behind the door and opened the door completely.

"You guys go in."

He looked reluctant, and Ace acted reasonable. It all seemed reasonable, but it only made Julius laugh louder and louder inside.

Julius and Barbara did not refuse his proposal and walked into the house. Ace's figure disappeared on the porch, while Kit behind him was closing the door again, making a soft sound as he fiddled with the door chain.

The wizard placed one hand on the side of his head, activating all his spiritual power. Intangible things rippled like water waves, making ripples when "touched".

He saw it, saw the entire layout of this room.

This also includes the two detectives standing on the corner with guns waiting to kill them.

Without speaking, Julius raised his hand and patted Barbara lightly, then pointed to the darkness in front of the porch. The female vampire nodded and drifted toward the darkness silently.

Julius watched her back move forward, then turned around and walked back.