Werewolf hunting rules

When bad emotions pressed on the nerves affected by the curse, Clayton could not help but give up his reason.

A terrible roar came from a distance of less than a yard. Albert, who was closest to him, had his eyes bulged and his heart almost stopped beating.

He grabbed his chest and looked in the direction of Clayton. This businessman, who had dealt with him several times, was covering his face. His big hands with strong bones and flesh were changing rapidly. The bones were growing and stretching rapidly, the flesh attached to them was expanding, and the skin was growing black hair. The snout exposed under the claws stretched forward, and the two rows of fangs on the upper and lower jaws were opened like soft folding fans, fixed and hardened, and covered by the extended lips. The body under the clothes also inflated like a balloon, and the legs that were originally stepping on the ground stretched out their trousers and stretched backwards, and the floor wailed under the sudden increase in weight.

There is no need to know what this phenomenon is. As long as mortals see it, they will realize that this creature has lost control.

The sense of danger rushed like a flood.

The sheriff had never seen such a strange scene. As a retired soldier, he even forgot to prepare to avoid danger. Instead, he looked at Norris weakly, trying to use his performance to prove that all this was an illusion, but the expression on his face was extremely terrifying.

If he was not as timid as a mouse, he must have seen a more terrifying scene in his delirium.

But he definitely knew what was happening now.

"What's wrong with him?!" Albert shouted. Because of tinnitus and a vengeful heart beating wildly, he couldn't figure out how loud he was talking.

A person can actually change into this appearance, which can't be explained by "being angry".

Norris didn't answer Albert. This change was also beyond his expectations, but he still sat in his seat, with his hands on the table, quietly watching the werewolf whose mind was eroded by the curse continue to transform. The fear on his face gradually disappeared and turned into a thoughtful expression.

The werewolf of the Belle family is not the same as the normal form at this moment, because the curse that accumulates excessively from devouring its own kind forms more and repeated features in an active state.

Some of the bulging muscles were beating at a high frequency, as if they contained small hearts. The overgrown bones tore its own palms, and the toenails of the front claws connected to the bones grew in the blood and extended to an exaggerated extent, shaped like two strange flowers with black silky petals.

And in the open mouth, the long red tongue danced like a snake.

Albert didn't think he could deal with such a creature. Realizing that Norris couldn't help, he tried to stay away from the source of the mutation alone.

The thought of regretting coming here flashed across his mind. He held the table with both hands to stand up, but his body immediately collapsed after leaving the seat, and his limbs could not gather strength.

Infused with the power of authority, the werewolf's roar can deter the enemy from a long distance. Albert endured all the power at a very close distance, and being able to move his hands and feet was considered a firm mind, but he was not satisfied and struggled to crawl to the door.

This roar must have been heard outside the building, and perhaps the police or guards had noticed this place.

He was about to crawl to the bottom of a round table when another frightened shout came from outside the window.

"They found us! Shoot immediately!"

The next moment, the cracked glass doors and windows were hit again, and continuous gunshots rang out. Large pieces of broken glass fell out of the window frame and hit the table and the floor in the room.

The large fragments broke into more small fragments and splashed on Albert.

As for the bullets themselves, they hit the two who were still sitting by the seat.

Norris's right arm was close to his body to cover his ribs and waist, and at the same time he raised his left hand to cover the right side of his head, allowing blood flowers to emerge from his body. The werewolf did not dodge at all, and continued the process of transformation. The muscles surging like water pushed the lead bullets that penetrated into the flesh and blood out of the body during the formation process, and fell on the ground like marbles.

There were indeed armed personnel outside the window who noticed the movement here, but they were obviously not friendly forces, but came to assassinate someone here.

For example, Norris.

They lurked for a while until the werewolf's madness was mistaken by them as their disguise being seen through, so they opened fire in advance.

This change made Norris open his eyes wide, and his originally calm face suddenly showed a bit of unexpected emotions.

When the gunshots stopped, he raised his foot and hooked, throwing the table in front of him out of the window, and he stood up and walked quickly to the back kitchen. The out-of-control werewolf turned its huge body and looked out the window with its cold yellow eyes. It ignored Norris who was close at hand, but rushed towards the gunman who shot at it outside according to the order of danger sensing.

The two figures passed by each other, as if Clayton Bellow had not lost his mind, but remembered Norris and wanted to cover his retreat.

It was 4:30 in the afternoon, and there was still a while before dinner time. There were not many people free near the cafe, but most of them were security company personnel who had finished their shifts and came to have afternoon tea, and they all had guns with them.

When the huge roar sounded, these gunmen who were dining in different restaurants stopped their actions and looked for the source of the sound. When a series of gunshots were heard, they either jumped up and ran away without looking back, or called on others to push tables and chairs to block the store door from the inside. In short, they resolutely refused to investigate the specific situation.

These experienced guys knew how to save their lives and were unwilling to take risks without receiving money. Influenced by them, the rest of the people also hid indoors, tightly closed the curtains, and dared not peek outside.

As for the passers-by who were walking on the street, they also fled when the assassins opened fire.

Therefore, few people on the street could really see the werewolf's face.

It faced the gunfire and jumped out of the broken window with a strong wind. Its heavy body directly overwhelmed a gunman who had shot it.

The sky in Wei Aodi was always gloomy. The black smoke spewed out by the industrial chimneys covered the sun, so that a powerful werewolf like Clayton Bellow would not immediately retreat back into the human body during the day.

The nine-foot-tall giant werewolf looked down at the gunman who was held down. The right front paw, which was big enough to cover the chest of an adult man, sank down, and his upper body was compressed. Just like squeezing a tomato, fresh and thick plasma overflowed from the man's mouth and nose and the broken body, smearing all over the ground.

Norris looked back, and the back of the werewolf outside the window was still quite magnificent.

Albert was lying under the table, the scene of the dead man's broken flesh and bones was only separated from him by a wall. He listened to the noise outside and gestured to Norris, hoping that he could help him.

Norris turned around, opened the door of the back kitchen, and signaled the staff inside who still didn't know what was going on to leave through the back door.

Then he looked at Albert again, and suddenly turned around and walked to the previous position.

The fragments of Clayton Bellow's clothes and the things he had carried were all there.

On the street, after the werewolf rushed out and killed a man, the other gunmen had no intention of revenge. They didn't seem to be particularly afraid of the alien enemy. Although they dropped their spears, the scattered retreat was orderly and regular. A total of seven people ran to different forks at both ends of the street.

The werewolf raised his bloody right claw after killing someone, cleaned the blood dripping from his fingertips with his tongue, and then his bright yellow eyes locked on a figure with his back to him.

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It sank down, and its limbs just rubbed lightly on the ground, and then it shot out.

The streets in the East District were very flat and straight, and there was no obstacle to stop the werewolf along the way.

The other gunman ran only a few steps more than the first dead man before he was caught by the werewolf, and his head was twisted off like a beer bottle cap and thrown on the side of the road.

Then there was another one who was targeted by the werewolf, and the claws penetrated from his back and came out from his abdomen. The speed of death was slower than the previous two. The end of this one was to be torn into pieces, and the hot bones, flesh, heart and lungs were scattered all over the ground.

After killing three people in ten seconds, the werewolf transformed by Clayton Bellow did not chase the remaining prey. Its claws hooked the headless body of the second victim, dragging a long blood trail along the way, and returned to the empty cafe. It did not go through the door, but still chose the window as the entrance. Its hairy body rubbed off the remaining glass when passing through the broken glass window. The empty window frame seemed as empty and pitiful as an old man's gums.

The werewolf returned to the room, with its paws still on a dining table against the wall. The shrill sound of the police sounder came from the distance of the street.

It stopped moving, squatted on the table and pricked up its ears to listen. Finally, it thought that the sound was probably not calling itself, so it jumped onto another table as smoothly as flowing water.

After bearing half a ton of weight, the table shook violently, and a panting sound suddenly came from under the table.

The werewolf looked down in confusion, but there was a sound of wind above his head.

By the time it reacted, a familiar syringe had been inserted into its shoulder, and the light red fluorescence was wrapped around the syringe and the hand holding the syringe.

As the thumb hooked the piston rod and pulled it back, the beast's blood was extracted by the syringe along with the curse.

The werewolf realized the crisis and raised his hand to grab the top of his head.

The long nails cut through the flesh and blood, and Norris fell from the chandelier in a mess, and rolled on the ground twice.

Facing the approaching werewolf, he pulled up the corners of his mouth and showed an ugly smile.

"Don't fucking eat it, we should go."

The syringe did not fall with him, but was still inserted into the werewolf's shoulder. Even if the syringe piston rod was out of hand, it was still automatically pulled up. Unlike when Clayton used it himself, it exerted amazing power under the catalysis of the same secret power.

The power of the curse retreated from the werewolf, starting from the position where the syringe was inserted, and the black hair shrank back under the skin in pieces, revealing the original Clayton Bello.

The naked lieutenant took two steps forward and fell face down on the ground.

Norris stood up. The places where the bullets pierced his body and the scratches of the claws stopped bleeding. He touched his face and felt the intact skin. He reached into his arms and took out a revolver with a gold-plated barrel and pointed it at Albert, who had just crawled out from under the table and stood up shakily on his knees.

The latter looked at him in astonishment, but still slowly raised his hands.

Norris finally took a breath, but his smile did not diminish, as if he had seen something that made him happy: "Officer, I need you to do me a favor."