Chapter 33 Xiao Tou is not hanging
The werewolf who rolled and dodged was none other than Elijah, the leader of several werewolves on this trip, and at the moment when Luke's group fired, his battle-hardened sixth sense suddenly reacted, and a clever subconsciously made a tactical turn, dodging the sudden attack at the last moment.
looked at his compatriots who were still talking to him just now, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a corpse studded with silver bullets.
His neck jerked forward and let out a violent roar, his face was covered with black fluff, his mouth was wide open, his philtrum, upper lip, and lower jaw protruded outward, and his entire head instantly turned into a wolf's head.
At the same time, the body also grew black hair, which quickly expanded to stretch the clothes apart, the palms of the hands extended, the five fingers turned into slender claws, and the sharp nails stretched out of the flesh.
After completing the change, Ilya's physical fitness doubled, and he gradually sniffed his nose a few times, sensing the pheromones of several enemies in the air.
Seeing the wooden house next to him, he kicked the ground with his hind limbs, rushed through a small blank space like an arrow from the string, and jumped behind the wooden house.
The other four members of the group didn't take advantage of the opportunity and let it dodge before they could shoot.
Luke saw it, a big black mouse, scurrying over, he quickly turned the head of the gun and shot it, but the distance between the two was far away, and there was no time to aim in a hurry, and most of the shotgun projectiles were blocked by the pyre and missed.
Ilya hid in the cabin, evaded the gun line blockade of several people, and began to plan a counterattack.
At this time, gunshots were heard simultaneously from other parts of the farm, and he knew that this time the enemy was not only in front of him, but also his people were being attacked in other corners of the farm.
The enemy was clearly prepared, infiltrating in small groups, each with its own target, and the bullets used were silver bullets specially prepared to deal with werewolves.
Thinking of this, he became more and more anxious, and Lucian trusted himself so that he let himself lead the team to Phoenix City to play the front station and collect information.
Now, the information has not been collected, and the whereabouts have been exposed, if a few more clansmen are folded here, then I really don't know how to explain to Lucian.
He had been living on the farm for more than a month, and in terms of terrain, he was much more familiar with the terrain than the new attackers, and could only use the location to fight back.
Irya glanced at the surroundings and quietly moved from behind the hut, taking advantage of the haystack on the other side, and crawled forward to the side of Luke and the others.
Luke and the team were not in a hurry when they saw the werewolf fleeing, anyway, there were teammates on the periphery of the farm to support and surround them, and they formed a tactical team formation and cautiously advanced step by step in the direction of the wooden house where the werewolf was hiding.
The distance is getting closer and closer, and Luke runs the psionic energy to his head and agitates slightly, which is a simple use of the [Bullet Time] skill, which can increase his perception to a limited extent, and the psionic energy consumed is not as huge as [Bullet Time], which is a very useful little trick.
He stretched his senses of sight, hearing, and smell to the limit, vaguely smelling the brute stench of the werewolf, but he didn't hear any movement in the cabin.
He made a gesture to signal that it was safe for the time being, and accelerated his speed slightly.
The team was full of men, Mike and Sarah, who were exploring the path in front, accelerated slightly, and John and Kate in the rear were more cautious, clenching their guns tightly, ready to deal a fatal blow to any enemy who suddenly appeared.
Soon, the two of them walked past the wooden house, and "safe" Mike signaled.
Luke continued to strengthen his five senses, observing the footprints left on the wet soil of the farm, sniffing the direction of the residual smell in the air, pointing in the direction of Ilya and saying, "Over there." ”
Ilya, who was crawling behind the haystack, moved his ears slightly, and heard the sound of rustling footsteps and the sound of clothes rubbing against him from the direction from which he came, and thought to himself, he dared to come to me on his own initiative.
He smiled contemptuously, although these human guns were very restrained, once he closed the distance, pulled the battle into hand-to-hand combat, and fought to eat a few bullets, he could torture and kill all these humans.
Silver bullets are deadly allergens to werewolves, but they don't kill when touched, as long as they don't hurt the vital part of the head, and the bullet is pulled out of the wound in time, they won't die.
Ilya calmed her breathing, reduced her movements, and landed on all fours, like a wolf waiting to hunt, lying in ambush behind the haystack, waiting for the prey to throw himself into a net.
After a while, Luke's team followed the trail left by Elijah to the vicinity of the haystack, smelling the growing stench in the air, and Luke made a gesture to slow down the pace of several people, signaling "Nearby, be careful." ”
It is about to increase the supply of psionic energy, increase the intensity of perception enhancement, and find out the specific location of the werewolf.
A corner of his mind suddenly touched himself slightly, and a picture came to mind, which was the real-time image of the werewolf hiding in the haystack in front of him.
it! I've got hanging, what kind of technical stream do I play.
Listening to the footsteps is not as accurate as looking directly at the frame on the screen.
I was so concerned about the situation of a few police officers in the group 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 Xiao Tou is not hanging.
Then point in the direction of the werewolf in the haystack with one hand, signal that the enemy is there, and successfully report the point to your teammates.
The two people behind the palace also walked to the side of the group, pointed their guns in the direction of the haystack, and cautiously advanced step by step.
The werewolf heard the footsteps slowing down, guessed that his whereabouts might have been discovered, and no longer waited in ambush, jumped directly out of the side of the haystack, driving a large amount of hay to block the vision of several people, trying to disrupt the formation, so that Luke and the others were in chaos.
Seeing a ferocious werewolf breaking through the grass and attacking, coupled with the hay in the sky, Mike and the others shot in a panic, only a few shotguns hit a few projectiles, which did not bring much impact, and were directly approached by Ilya.
Luke had seen it clearly, but he was bold enough 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 group with an arrow.
Mike panicked when he saw this, and Amisha handed over Luke, a young special person, to herself, and told her to ensure his safety.
Luke also behaved quite steadily along the way, why was he suddenly so impulsive at this time, and took the initiative to get close to the dangerous werewolf.
Before he could rush back to the front to block Luke, Luke had already lifted Winchester to complete his aiming, and the shotgun shot at close range could be a solid shot even for O'Neill's grandmother.
Luke aimed two shots at Ilya's chest.
As Ilya advanced, the beast intuitively sensed danger, and his waist slammed into force, his upper body tilted forty degrees, and a large piece of silver bullet brushed through his side, taking away a piece of flesh, and a small part remained in his side waist and arm, like a red-hot iron on pork, making a sizzling sound and wisps of black smoke.