Spy Movie

Chapter 81

In front of Robert, a werewolf's neck was broken, and the red liquid splashed four or five meters high.

The sound of howling before he died was not at all violent.

Robert knew him, his name was Edmund, and he had been favored by Lord William for more than 30 years because he brought a priceless jewel from the sea.

It was one of the darkest times in Robert's life.

This person has always wanted to replace him. This should be his formidable enemy, but now his death is not heroic at all. Instead, he is like a hound being crushed to death by a rhino.

Before he recovered from the death of his old opponent, a skull flew in front of him. He looked at the direction of the bone with lightning, and a werewolf fell down with an empty head and no expression.

He also knew this werewolf. This was a black slave from Africa who became a werewolf because he dedicated the farmer's most beloved daughter to Lord William.

As for his name, Robert always couldn't remember it, and now that he was going to die, Robert didn't even bother to think about his name.

"Withdraw, quickly withdraw..."

You can't stay where you are, you have to get out of this dangerous situation.

It is impossible to extinguish the fire. The enemy used gasoline to spark the forest fire. It is not so easy to extinguish it. As targets, they have no time to extinguish the fire.

As for charging, it is even more impossible. The three people are in three different directions. No matter which direction they charge, they will receive concentrated fire from the other direction.

You must escape, stay away from these firelights, and hide in the darkness again, so that you can survive.

The werewolves began to flee obediently, but a considerable number of werewolves fled towards the forest without hesitation.

This is no escape, this is clearly a death charge.

Moreover, the people on both sides crowded together, making the scene even more chaotic.

Robert was one of the few werewolves who remained "sane", and immediately realized that his group had been fooled again.

The fire towards the hillside is brighter and more intense. Werewolves don't like sunlight by nature. In extreme panic, the werewolf consciously chose the direction where the fire is weaker. This instinctive impulse even overshadowed rational judgment. .

"Idiot, run this way, run this way, follow me..."

Robert put the wooden shield like a wooden door behind him, squeezed away the werewolves blocking the way, and ran up the mountain first. Suddenly he felt his ears heat up, and then saw half of his ears fly out and land on the ground.

Fortunately, there was a door blocking it, otherwise it would be more than just an ear, he thought so, and ran faster.

The stabbing pain hit, and hot liquid poured into his neck, but before he had time to think too much, he made a sound that he didn't even understand, and continued to run towards the top of the mountain.

There were werewolves with severed hands, feet, and heads, crying miserably, pushing each other, trampling and charging.

Hum, a bigger flame bloomed on the mountainside, and the entire mountainside was as bright as day.

Gunshots from three directions still bloomed mechanically, harvesting the lives of the werewolves mercilessly.

Some werewolves couldn't take it anymore, knelt on the ground and kowtowed into the darkness, and the next moment a bullet mercilessly exploded his head.

Robert panicked even more. He felt that the shield behind him was becoming more and more useless. At the same time, he also felt that the crowd behind him was too thin, which made him feel very insecure.

He ran very fast, and his evasive posture was very snake-skinned. He was getting closer and closer to the top of the mountain.

Unbeknownst to others, Robert felt that at least he could be saved.

How many crises have you experienced?

The trial of heresy, the war with vampires, the pursuit of demon hunters, the siege of tribes after coming to America, and the scalp hunters, slave hunters, mercenaries and so on...

So many powerful enemies did not kill him, how could he die on this hillside without any sense of majesty?
Do not make jokes!
Suddenly, he only felt a pain in his foot, and he fell directly to the ground.

It's okay, the werewolf's recovery ability has always been very fast. He threw the door panel and continued to crawl with both hands and one foot.

But the next moment, his other foot was also broken.

Then there were his hands that were scrambling, then his spine, then his neck, and finally...

"Impossible, I'm a werewolf, I'm immortal, I'm eternal, I..."

boom!
His thoughts exploded into pieces, red and yellow, scattered all over the mountains and plains.

Mixed with the dirt and rocks of the mountains.

Turned into eternity!
Under a bush about one kilometer away, Zhao Hui exhaled softly, ejected the cartridges in an orderly manner, and pressed new bullets into the hot barrel.

He used to think that life was sacred and should be protected, but now he saw werewolves falling under his gun, but he didn't feel the weight of life at all, nor did he feel any discomfort.

Is it because they are heterogeneous?
Such thoughts are like blue smoke, drifting through my heart without leaving a trace.

There are even fewer werewolves on the hillside. So far, there are actually only five werewolves who fell under his gun. Even from what he observed, there were no more than 20 werewolves who died under the hands of the three of them, but they are already dead. All were terrified.

The wolves have the fierceness and bravery of the wolves, but also have the intelligence and wisdom of humans. In most cases, they not only live longer than humans, but also have more remarkable personal abilities.

But in an extremely disadvantaged environment, they also have the disadvantages of the two races.

They broke up more thoroughly than ordinary humans, and some even bit each other on the hillside, saving him several bullets.

Of course, the most powerful of the three is Cicada. Almost all of her shots miss. Although the three of them shoot together, her kills directly account for two-thirds.

Unlike Zhao Hui's astonishment, she felt that this was a normal phenomenon.

As time goes by, the possibility of human beings becoming indifferent is higher, so the long-lived species are more likely to become cruel and terrifying.

But at the same time, people who are greedy for life are more likely to flee than ordinary humans, because they cherish their lives more.

With such an existence, it can only fight the wind.

She put away the hot modified Barrett, threw it on her shoulder, and prepared to find Zhang Xin.

But she suddenly felt extreme danger, goosebumps all over her body, and was about to roll to the ground, but felt her neck tighten.

A husky male voice came from behind: "Shh, baby, don't struggle, otherwise you will die in an ugly way."

From her perspective, she could only see a hand covered with dark gray and silver hair tightly clutching her neck.

This hand was thick and strong, and it pinched her tightly, even lifting her from the ground and holding her high in the air.

Because of the tight pinch, her face flushed red, her eyes started to protrude, and her tongue stretched out very long... It looked like a ghost with a long tongue...

(End of this chapter)