Chapter 144
Floor exit.
Carl hid behind the corner, holding the food he had previously bought downstairs in his hand.
Dense cold sweat spread on his face, his expression horrified.
Face the native werewolves.
This kind of cruel and cunning.
The weight is comparable to that of an adult bull, and the height is more than three meters. The sharp claw can easily tear apart dark creatures with concrete walls.
Escape is the right choice everyone will make.
However.
The huge psychological shadow caused by the Newcastle incident.
The fact that he could not accept the escape again, although he was injured and one arm missing, as long as he could, he could do something for Cole at the critical moment.
Poke your head out of the corner carefully.
In the corridor.
One was headshot, the other was penetrated into the heart.
The two werewolves gradually changed into the appearance of human beings. The blood flame burned in their wounds, devouring flesh and blood, but they did not make any sound, and they were completely dead.
Even if the bloodline of the daywalker is tyrannical, the pure physical strength is still not enough to look at compared to the level 3 dangerous native werewolves.
Cole shot the last bullet.
Too late to replace the magazine.
Caught the last werewolf in the gap, he landed on all fours, like a tank ramming, crushing towards Cole.
"Damn..."
Recall the justice trial.
Hold the long knife firmly in front of you.
The werewolf roared and raised Cole, completely different from the first one, hitting the knife to death, but deliberately avoiding the long knife, even sacrificing his right paw, and biting Cole's shoulder firmly.
With a bang.
The two smashed the window at the end of the corridor and flew straight out of the hospital building.
In an instant.
The streets downstairs exclaimed one after another.
The two demon-hunters who rushed to support each other were astonished as they witnessed the horrible nightmare in the deepest part of the nightmare!
"Damn... it turned out to be a native werewolf!"
The high-level detective with the highest police rank present, holding a gun, shouted to colleagues who were evacuating citizens from a distance Said, "Everyone leave here! Immediately!"
tone barely fell.
Just listen to a loud noise.
The high level detective's eyelids jumped wildly after witnessing Fiercely hitting Cole on the car.
Especially the first time he really saw the strong werewolf standing up like a hill, putting away his gun, no matter if he was the on-site commander of the Imperial Capital police station here.
Just run.
The two demon-hunters who had arrived as support only ran into the werewolf’s line of sight.
What's the joke? !
Level 1 transforming werewolves at a dangerous level, and they may be able to get a little busy.
That's a Level 3 native werewolf!
Not Level 2 nor Level 1!
Not the inferior species of acquired infection and transformation!
Support?
Shit! Is this simply him to die!
If there is no special sequence secret technique, even if it is equipped with a silver bullet, an integrated plundering sequence action team, there may be no dead scum left!
Randomly catch a student in the demon-hunter Academy and ask them. They all know that Level 3 native werewolves are powerful dark creatures that can face witches without dying!
However.
At the moment when everyone flees desperately to survive.
The female reporter who had written an exclusive report for Cole hurried over and hid behind a car.
Trying to record what happened at Mengxi Imperial Capital, this is an explosive exclusive news.
The camera lens is aimed at the werewolf.
The white rays of light of the flashlight immediately attracted its attention.
The dark creature irritated by the wounds and severe pain has completely lost that part of the human reason.
There was a roar.
Turn over a car on the road.
Run madly towards the female reporter.
This woman journalist who was so dedicated to her life, before escaping, she didn't even forget to press the shutter to take the last photo in her life.
When she felt the oppression of the werewolf's huge body, she wanted to escape, it was too late.
Head up.
Take a step back, his expression is slightly panicked.
"Oh..."
Just before death.
The deafening gunfire sounded one after another.
The scorching blood of the werewolf splashed on her face.
Afterwards.
The burning blood flame madly devours its life force.
Like a punctured balloon, the huge body with muscular knots quickly contracted until it became a strong young human. He stretched out his hand to touch the bleeding wound, and opened his eyes wide, as if he couldn’t believe the power. Such as it will be killed.
Staggering two steps, she fell softly in front of the female reporter.
Amelia looked towards the person who shot in the distance. She was taken aback and surprised, "Mr. Cole Walker?! How are you..."
Cole right hand Gun, his left hand was covering the drenched with blood, the shoulder that was almost torn off, he glanced at her with a cold expression, turned and walked towards the hospital.
The second floor of the hospital.
Carl guarded Penny's bed vigilantly in case of accidents.
Seeing Cole walk in, he hurriedly got up and said, "Resolved?"
nodded.
Sit on the chair.
Take out a cigarette, frown, and light it.
Three forty in the afternoon.
Imperial Capital Police Station has completed the blockade of all intersections around the hospital, and sent special personnel to protect the scene, prohibiting any unofficial personnel from entering and exiting.
When the demon-hunter in charge of support, arrive slowly, step into the 2-Layer corridor of the hospital.
The heavy smell of blood permeates the air, making them browse tightly knit.
A demon-hunter with a brown overcoat, about 40 years old, shaggy beard, brown curly hair and very rough brown hair, squatted beside the dead and miserable werewolf corpse in the corner.
Dip blood on your fingertips.
For a while, the black and red thick blood sprinkled with a strong pungent smell, dried up and turned into powder.
Get up and take a deep breath and said, "It is indeed a native werewolf with a level 3 dangerous level. One, two, three... count upstairs and downstairs, are there four in total?"
"It should be five, Captain, there is one in it."
Go into the ward.
The doctor is dealing with Cole's injuries.
Carl guards Penny's bed, browses tightly knit, and thinks deeply.
Go to Cole.
With his hands in his coat pockets, he asked, "Cole Walker, you killed those werewolves?"
I looked up at him.
Frowning, took a deep cigarette, and did not respond.
Signed the doctor and his team members to go out first.
Demon-hunter found a broken bedside table, sat on it, with a very serious expression, and said, "Now the former director of Nisius Franco has been listed as an important suspect by the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Control in the headquarters."
Seeing that his words still didn’t get a response, sighed then said, with a rather helplessly said, "Cole, listen, this matter is because it involves the Queen Your Majesty and the Imperial Family. Reputation, all the detailed information about this internal investigation is only known to the Excellencies of the Council, the Minister of the Interior, the Prime Minister, and the Chief of the Imperial Central Police Department.
It is classified as a top secret hunter, so ..."
Cole had a cigarette without a puff, indifferently said, "So, you are going to let that bastard die in the line of duty, and then be buried, right?"
"You That’s right."
Carl, who was always silent on the side of the bed, suddenly said with a smile, "Is this the way the Demon Hunter and the Imperial Family deal with it? Tsk, as expected."
p>Faced with eccentric ridicule.
This person is in a high position. Regardless of age or seniority, he is regarded as the demon-hunter of Cole and the Old Senior, and he was speechless for a while.
For this internal investigation that has been going on for five years, the excellent demon-hunter who died in the line is unknown, and finally the Razor Action team that got involved was selected, and only Penny Seranda survived. people.
I saw the scars and dried blood scabs on Cole's body, and Karl's missing left arm.
His face, which is more than 40 years old, suddenly became a little hot, ashamed and unable to show one's face.