"Look," exclaimed one of the tourists, pointing to a certain place in astonishment, "what a dog! ”

The domestic dogs of the little half of New York City rose up from their kennels or rooms at the sound of a call that could not be heard by man, and they ignored the pleas and orders of their masters, and went straight through the wet meadows, woods, and streets, and without hesitation came in the direction of the docks, and they gathered on the concrete breaks, and went into the water in groups; The wind and waves were strong, but the dogs were clever enough to assemble in groups, with large dogs, such as Great Danes, Great White Bears, Scottish Shepherds or Blood Dogs and St. Bernards at the front and outside, medium dogs, Samoyeds, Bellington Terriers, Huskies, etc., who surrounded the smaller puppies or bit the skin on their ears or necks, and they leaned on each other and helped each other through a huge wall of sea water until all four paws were on land.

Nearly one in five dogs drowned in the ferocious waters, but more than 400 dogs, most of them large dogs, eventually climbed onto the island of Grimara.

They are nervous, tired but fierce.

It's like staring at the head of SWAT and the people around him...... A few, a few, they are almost as cunning as humans, they know how to observe, measure, cooperate, cooperate, move quickly, and when they move and jump in the gray rain, they are like shadows or ghosts.

His dagger was inserted into the mouth of the great white bear dog, the sharp teeth cut the part of the palm that was not covered by the glove, and before he could pull out the dagger, a black Labrado jumped up and bit his forearm, the fiery pain made his fingers loosen subconsciously, the dog hung on his arm, swaying from side to side, one of its hind paws waved wildly in the air, and finally stepped on his belt, the man cursed in a low voice, he raised his free hand and groped along the hind leg, Grabbing the dog's testicles and **, he pulled them hard, this time it was the animal's turn to whine, it let go of its teeth, and the human shook the injured hand, satisfied to find that it was still strong - the Labrador was a medium to large dog, and the teeth penetrated the six-millimeter-thick wetsuit and then met the five-millimeter-thick wetsuit, and finally embedded in the body only a little - although the pain from the wound did cause a little effect, but at least it could be used.

The person in charge heard the roar, he pulled out his gun, lowered his body slightly, and moved his feet - a soft thing wrapped around his ankle, and he tripped over.

It was a long, slender dachshund, and with a mournful call, it jumped up from between the legs of the person in charge and fled.

The rain poured into his nose, mouth, and eyes, and the gun slipped out of his hand, and he gasped to get up, when suddenly, the rain was obscured, and something hot and thick blocked it—a big dog that had never been seen before came out from behind the rain, and it bit the arm that had been injured once—the original target was his throat, and the person in charge tried to repeat it, but the dog was so big that his fist could only reach its waist, and it was full of strong muscles, The human power was no threat to it, and it swung its head wildly, its teeth digging deeper and deeper, as if it were going to tear the arm off the human body completely.

In a matter of moments, the other two dogs sprang up silently, one biting his fingers as he fumbled for a gun in the mud, while the other began to bite his face. They are all small dogs, fierce but not inferior to big dogs.

This is stupid, thought the person in charge, who was bitten to death by a dog on an island where eels were raised.

In the midst of his struggle, he caught a glimpse of one of his subordinates rolling and crushing the neck of a dog, looking much better off than he was, but counting on him to help...... Belch...... I'm afraid it's going to be a little late. The other possible helper was nowhere to be found, and a few seconds ago he could hear his cursing, but now all he could hear was the chaotic rain.

The dog's mouth spewed a foul smell at him.

A pair of hands reached over and pressed the head that was about to make a big flower.

The ferocious beast fell without warning or resistance, and weapons appeared in the empty hands—a miniature pistol the length of a finger, like an ornament hanging from a keyring, the fingers flexed, the nails gently pulling the trigger, and tiny bullets flew out of the barrel of the gun, which was less than the width of a cigarette, and it passed through the air, the rain, and the dog's eyes, the dog's teeth clenched in the last spasm, and then relaxed.

The person in charge waved his free arm and jammed the neck of the big dog that was still biting his other hand, and his index finger and thumb touched its trachea, squeezing it hard, trying to squeeze all the oxygen stored in it. He endured the pain for nearly a minute, and the big dog's upper and lower jaws loosened, and his body went limp.

He cursed under his breath as he pulled his arm back from the dog's teeth, it was a blur of flesh and blood, stained with stinking saliva.

The savior turned to the other devils with long tails, and two large lovers rushed up, falling as they touched him.

Able flipped his wrist, the accumulated life force flowing between his fingers, and the black pistol, a normal-sized Walter, took shape in the rain, and he fired at the shadowy virtual image not far away.

The bullet pierced the neck of one dog, then embedded in the chest of the other, and it was sent flying away, barking miserably in the air, and louder than the previous one was the deafening sound of gunfire.

The dogs, hidden in the rain, followed suit.

***

The EALF members in the cafeteria jumped up involuntarily, they grabbed their weapons, their faces were serious, and their bodies tensed.

Sormitre was still sitting in his old seat, his face was a little pale, and white beast teeth were between his crimson lips: "There's nothing to be nervous about, they can't get by." He whispered, looking out the door, the door of the restaurant was glass, they didn't want people to see it directly, and the radical animal protectionists painted it with spray cans with slogans and drawings, and a small tail flashed through the letter O, "Our allies have arrived," he said happily, "and it came in handy immediately." ”

The children and Mrs. Borow, who had been brought into the dining room half an hour earlier, looked around in horror, with its floor-to-ceiling glass windows, black noses and furry ears flashing between the fancy, and the occasional tooth and tongue.

The high and low barking never stopped from the beginning.

"Jamie, take two men," Sormitre said, "bring out Kai Shengguo and that teacher, prepare the cameras, and kill them, I don't think our previous warnings were deep enough. ”

Timie, who was serving the Chihuahua, looked up, shoved half of the mustard sausage that the puppy had not yet eaten into his mouth, rubbed oil on his clothes, gave Sometre a funny salute, and swayed out.

***

Stryff moved his fingers, neck, and ankles.

He suddenly looked up: "Did you hear anything?" ”

"The dog is barking." One of the workers replied simply, his companion leaning blankly on his shoulder, cold and hungry, and the damp and shady stone floor was not a good place to rest, and even with the blankets, the cold was still looking inside the body and bones.

Ghouls' ears can hear many sounds that humans can't, including the 120 Hz canine flute, which someone has been blowing since a few hours ago, and he's still blowing.

Judging by the barking that there were quite a few dogs, Stryff made a quick comparison that Sormitre hadn't been here for long, "Busy messenger of justice." He muttered to himself.

The cellar door opened again.

First of all was the fierce wind and rain, and then they were a little smaller, because someone was standing in the doorway.

"You've been released." Jamie said, "Kay Shengguo and Striff, come out. ”

"I'm afraid Kaishengguo can't move." "He's hurt," Straef said. ”

"You hold him." Jamie said he was a little impatient.

Strev grabbed Kai Shengguo's arm and put it on his shoulder, grabbed Kai Shengguo's outstretched hand from behind his shoulder with his left hand, and wrapped his right hand around his waist.

They walked slowly out of the cellar, which was built between the dormitory and the tool room, and from the exit, the walkway was so narrow that an adult man could reach the walls on either side with his elbows, and the smooth pavement had an extremely slight slope to make it easier for the heavy eel boxes to get in and out.

JAMIE WATCHED THEM WARILY, HIS FAT BODY CLINGING TO THE WALL, HE WAS HOLDING A 0.45-INCH HUNTING PISTOL FROM WILDEY WITH A SOMEWHAT LONG BARREL. The two men behind him shrugged their shoulders and held their weapons—Striff's eyes narrowed, rain dripping down his bushy brows, some of them invading his eyes, the salt in them irritating the mucous membranes and corneas—the long barrel wrapped in brass, wooden gauntlets, American long rifles? Perhaps, this is also a popular hunting gun, and Stryf is familiar with them, although he uses a bow and crossbow more often, and the prey he hunts is different from that of a normal person.

When Stryff helped Kai Shengguo past him, the three of them were almost huddled together.

Keshengguo's feet suddenly stumbled together, he fell forward, his body slipped off Striff's body, Striff turned sideways, his hands hung down, as if to help him, a steel ice pick fell from the hanging sleeve tube to the powerful fingers, it was found by Stryff from the ice, it looked more like an oversized nail, the workers hit it with a hammer, and used it to break through the whole large block of ice—he held the round blunt head, and suddenly exerted force in the very small space—this was the ghoul's trick, his muscles tensed, It's like a steel wire on a crossbow, boom! The icicle ejected and pierced into the middle of Jamie's abdominal cavity, that is, the twelfth thoracic vertebra to the first lumbar vertebrae, where the solar plexus is distributed, this pain can be maddening, Jamie can't scream in pain, the muscles in his abdomen and chest spasm, he can't stand up, he can't hold the gun, and his eyes are black.

Striff calmly picked up his gun, killing the other two—who were scrambling to fiddle with their weapons—the guns needed to be pulled back and then pulled back to load, and they didn't even have time to pull the trigger.

Kai Shengguo held his knees and struggled to get up from the rain, and the thug who had beaten him was lying less than a foot from him, groaning in pain and bleeding from his chest. He was dying, and his other two companions were dead.

"I'm going to look for my son, Mr. Kelson," said Stryff politely, "I suppose you can take care of yourself?" ”

The councillor nodded.

Jamie bent over and lying in the rain, he tried to get up more than once, but he couldn't succeed, it hurt so much that it hurt enough to give up everything.

There was no one with him, Kai Shengguo went back to the cellar, he didn't kill him, but he didn't save him either, his blood flowed non-stop, and then in the blink of an eye he was washed away by the rain.

Jamie wanted to recite a prayer for himself, but he didn't remember much, including a prayer of thanksgiving before a meal.

A small, black thing spun out from the corner, and it approached him, whimpering.

Jamie tried to keep his eyes open, but he couldn't see anything, and he reached out to touch it.

With large erected ears, a short, barely visible tail, and a pointed mouth, it licked his face, and its saliva smelled of mustard sausage.

"Oh, it's you," he cried, "it's you." He gasped for breath with difficulty, and he was almost unable to breathe. He was terrified, he didn't want to die.

In the last seconds of his life, he said, "Woo...... Barking. ”

(To be continued)