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Mareth the Devil dragged over a chair and sat across from the bartender. He casually took a large glass of beer in front of him, and threw the dirty blood-stained towel into the glass, and the red blood mist dispersed in the pale golden ale. In this way, he drank the blood one by one.

The werewolf armor on the side hurriedly dodged away, looking at this cruel madman with complicated eyes. In addition to resentment and disdain, there is also fear and obedience in his eyes. This comes from the suppression of the food chain, the instinctive reaction of life to the predator.

There was silence in the bar, like a silence that could be heard when an iron pestle fell on the ground. Only the satisfied drinking sound of the demon wolf Maris sounded from time to time.

At this moment, when everything was silent, one powerful heartbeat after another sounded in everyone's ears. The sound of a heartbeat is low and powerful, as if it has a special magical power.

Dozens of seconds later, the originally chaotic heartbeats of dozens of people gradually adjusted and overlapped with this sound, and finally formed a loud sound.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Werewolf A was shocked, fear hit like a tide, and when he opened his mouth, he found that his mouth was dry and he couldn't shout. Driven by this strange heartbeat, the heart worked hard more than ten times the normal load, and the strong force pumped the blood frantically.

In front of his eyes, the bartender behind the counter spurted a lot of blood, and fell straight back. In his body, his heart was like a pinched tomato, miserable. The high-pressure blood broke through the barrier of the heart valves, like a burst flood, and let out chattering laughter, rushing wantonly under the moon.

The strengthening of the physique by the werewolf blood surging in the werewolf armor's body saved his life, so that he was not killed directly in seconds like the bartender, but it also brought him endless pain.

The surging arterial blood boiled in the body, the eyes quickly became congested and bulged, and the capillaries of the seven orifices ruptured, and black and purple blood flowed out. The werewolf bloodline was stimulated, and he grew black hair and sharp fangs, but because of the serious lack of oxygen supply to the heart, the body surface showed a strange black and purple color, and the backlash of the failed transformation was like a thousand knives and bones, so he had to curl up on the ground and tremble spasmed.

Werewolf Armor opened his eyes, and his eyes were blood-red, and familiar figures lay in front of his eyes and let out a terrible howl. One of the young men with a bright future who had high hopes for him had had his eyes exploded under the high pressure of blood, and only two black and red blood holes could be seen on his face.

The blood in the body breaks through the atrioventricular valve between the atria and the ventricles and rushes back to the atrium, where arterial and venous blood collide and swell with each other, bringing severe pain to the heart that goes straight to the depths of the soul as if it was being grabbed by a big hand.

"Kill me!" The young man howled miserably, struggling to bite off his tongue. Blood rushed up and down his mouthpiece's trachea, clogging his trachea. He was like a fish struggling in a dry pond, his sharp wolf claws clawing at his throat and making a strange sound of "whoa", and died in agony.

Werewolf Armor struggled to raise his head and look around, and the demon wolf Maris fled without a fight, nowhere to be found. The black and purple blood gushing from the ground gathered into a river, rushing and flowing wantonly. Dozens of werewolf guards bled and fell to the ground in unison.

Except for a few with a strong physique and a strong will to survive, they are still rolling on the ground and wailing. Most of them remained in a position of pain and struggle, dying in a sea of blood, but with a creepy smile of relief on their faces.

Werewolf Armor struggled to pour a basin of cold beer on his head, letting the cold ice rain lap on his face indiscriminately, and under the stimulation of the cold, he regained a little clarity.

He has killed countless enemies in Somalia, and has also toppled countless young women, loli, and policewomen, as a soldier king who returned to the city after retiring, he didn't want to die without dignity like this.

Behind him, there was a terrible howl that came to an abrupt end, and then stiffened like a sculpture frozen in a sea of blood. He squirmed and crawled in the direction of the doorway, trying to escape from this terrible hell.

There was a dead silence all around, and the werewolves were all dead, but his will became more and more firm, vowing to be a wolf and blood as ink, to draw a long road to survival in this Shura-like world.

The light in front of the door was in sight, the original parking lot was emptied, and the light was like day, and the moonlight was reflected on his face through the shadows of the trees, but he could not see it clearly. He raised his head and let out a triumphant smile, the king of soldiers did not die, and he once again choked the throat of fate.

I saw a little spark bloom in the night sky, and a warm bullet crossed the long line in mid-air, passing through his smiling eyebrows, taking away a beam of enthusiasm and warming this cold winter.

It turns out that I'm not the protagonist~

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At this time, the demon wolf Maris was running fast in the dark, and his heart in his chest was like being held by a big hand, ten times the high load, even his mutated werewolf physique could not bear it.

There is faint blood flowing out of the seven orifices, which looks hideous and terrifying, and even the alveoli in the chest burst with breathing, and the capillaries burst to produce blood mist, and the breath is as painful as suffocation and knife scraping.

Today's attack is bizarre and weird, unheard of in a heartbeat murderous way, and the murderous aura in the induction is like a beacon of fire. So after perceiving the strength of these enemies, the demon wolf Maris chose to flee as soon as possible.

As for those werewolf guards, it's not worth mentioning, anyway, with his bloodline ability, he can build as many as he wants, and it's not a pity to die. If you can block the pursuers a little and buy him some time to escape, then it can be used as waste and give full play to the residual heat.

The demon wolf Mares didn't know that the werewolf army was wiped out before the battle, and the suffocating feeling caused by the alveolar blood mist was painful. Turning over the alley in front of him was the downtown area, and he coughed in pain while holding back the severe pain and tried his best to run forward.

Suddenly, gunshots rang out from the street lamps at the entrance of the alley, on the walls, and in mid-air, and a firelight swished from one side, followed by an overwhelming unmanned machine surging away.

Demon Wolf Maris frowned, this kind of firepower would not have been a problem if he was in his heyday, but now he was seriously injured, and there was a faint figure approaching quickly, so he immediately changed direction, and rolled back to another alley.

The drone followed, and was forced by firearms along the way. It didn't take long for the demon wolf Maris to react, and the other party was not trying to chase him, but to force them in a certain direction.

But by the time he reacted, it was too late, and under the night behind him, he could see drones all over the sky, and the muzzle of the black hole was aimed directly at him. Underneath the drone were several tall black shadows, blocking the way like a wall.

The drone and figure behind him suddenly accelerated and rushed forward, the momentum was amazing, quite a momentum that swept the vast land. The demon wolf Maris was coerced by this momentum, and he didn't have time to think too much about it for a while, and he accelerated through the alley.

When the wolf Maris stopped, he looked around and found that he was back in the bar's parking lot. The cars that were originally parked have been removed, and nearly an acre of open space has been carved out.

In mid-air, a huge "Haidongqing"-class drone searchlight illuminated the open space as bright as day, and the surrounding area was full of unmanned machinery, and the muzzle of the black hole was firmly aimed at the demon wolf Maris without the slightest scruples.

There were more than a dozen people standing on the drone in mid-air and on the ground, silent, looking at him with cold eyes.

The searchlight on one of the drones suddenly shifted, enveloping Mares in a beam of light that burned like the scorching sun. Maris only felt that his eyes were black, and a familiar figure in the halo walked over, murderous, and said coldly:

"Mares!"

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I heard that this is called decisiveness.

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