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If Joyce were here, he would be able to easily identify this man.

None other than Jack Lockley.

Jack landed firmly on the ground, his hands intertwined and inserted into his cloak, making it unclear what his hands were doing.

When he took it out, Jack's hands each held a crescent dart that emitted a faint white light.

He looked around at the werewolves surrounding him and took a deep breath.

This was also his first time to engage in a large-scale non-human battle. For a moment, his energy and blood surged, and his mind was agitated.

The moonlight is very bright tonight and is beautiful.

Feeling the endless power in his body, he moved.

Coulson and the police officers who were not far away couldn't see clearly how he exerted his force.

Jack moved among the wolves.

As the figures intertwined, one by one werewolves fell to the ground, dying with their eyes open.

The crescent dart was like a work of art in his hand, cutting off the heads of werewolves with ease and ease.

Although these werewolves were tall and burly, they were extremely vulnerable to the attack of the crescent dart.

The werewolves who escaped fatal injuries fell to the ground and howled.

A series of screams could be heard endlessly.

Jack did not stop his actions, feeling that the crescent dart condensed by the energy body in his hand was about to collapse, and instantly shot towards the remaining werewolves.

Touching the ground lightly, a kite turned over to avoid the attacks of several werewolves.

The moment he landed, he ejected and rushed towards the werewolves, and at the same time, crescent darts condensed in his hands again.

The body was constantly pierced, and the werewolf kept falling.

"Ow!"

A series of werewolf cries rang out one after another, and the still living werewolves looked at the man in white robes in front of them in fear.

Their bodies continued to tremble and their hearts flinched.

All the werewolves roared in unison again, seeming to embolden themselves again.

Several werewolves were seen rushing towards the man in white robes.

"Shh!"

Jack's body suddenly disappeared, and the werewolves jumped into the air, sniffing the remaining scent in the air with some confusion, as if searching for the direction of his departure.

suddenly!

A rushing sound of breaking wind reached the werewolf's ears.

Blood sprayed out immediately.

"Awwhhhh..."

His figure flickered among the werewolves, and blood sprayed wherever he went.

Wherever Jack went, wolf heads fell to the ground.

The werewolf, who had not yet completely expired, howled in pain, but could no longer get up.

"Ow!"

The werewolf howls sounded again, one after another.

The morale of the wolf pack has dropped to its lowest point. The remaining werewolves did not dare to go forward. Instead, they circled in place and slowly gathered together.

The leader of the werewolves let out a low roar, signaling not to run around.

Its voice was like a reassurance, and the wolves suddenly fell silent.

Jack's figure appears between the werewolf and the police.

In his hand was a crescent dart that had been dyed blood red.

He stared at the wolves in front of him indifferently, his eyes flat.

"Ouch!!!"

The werewolf leader roared again.

It was as if an attack order had been given.

This time the order finally worked. The werewolves regained their fighting power and their eyes became sharp.

The body that was originally standing now landed on all fours, and suddenly accelerated towards Jack, bringing with it a howling wind.

"Bang bang bang!"

The attack did not fall on the person in front of him.

Dust flew everywhere, and cracks spread from the ground, directly crushing the stone slabs on the ground into powder.

The eyes of the werewolves revealed a bloodthirsty light, as if they wanted to eat the man in front of them alive.

"Knight under the Moonlight! He is the Moonlight Knight!"

The policemen shouted excitedly.

Full of gratitude for the person who suddenly showed up and saved them.

They prayed silently in their hearts, hoping that the Moon Knight in front of them could kill all these werewolves.

Jack narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the werewolves running towards him.

He slowly moved forward.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

One by one, the crescent darts were released.

Constantly piercing the bodies of the werewolves, one by one, the wolf corpses used the power of running to even slide for a distance after falling.

The splashed blood fell on his clean white clothes, like a blooming flower, beautiful and flawless.

Werewolves fell into a pool of blood one after another.

Blood flowed on the ground, forming a red river, and a strong smell of blood spread on the ground.

Jack is like a killing machine at this time, constantly harvesting lives among the wolves.

There was no emotion in his eyes, even though he knew that these werewolves were probably transformed from pure humans.

But so what?

Look at these corpses on the ground. Did the werewolves turn into humans after death?

Or do you want to let these beasts go and hope that they will change their ways and start doing good things?

ridiculous.

The corpses of werewolves kept piling up, forming a hill.

These piles of wolf carcasses made people around them feel chilly and afraid to get close.

The policemen looked at everything in front of them and looked at each other, and they all found that each other's eyes were full of fear.

Sweat dripped down their foreheads and onto the ground.

One policeman after another looked pale, his body was weak, his legs were trembling, and he was unsteady on his feet.

They only felt as if the bones in their bodies were about to shatter, and their bodies were shaking so hard that they might fall to the ground at any time.

Fortunately, Moon Knight is one of our own!

Otherwise, his family members may be able to receive pensions.

Soon, all the werewolves were slaughtered.

Jack took back the crescent dart and slowly exhaled a breath.

He glanced at the werewolf corpses around him and lost count of how many cruel beasts he had killed.

After confirming that they are all dead, prepare to leave this place.

"Sir! Wait!"

Coulson quickly stepped forward and tried to communicate with the man the police called Moon Knight.

He didn't know who the Moon Knight was, nor how he achieved this level.

"Is something wrong?"

Moonlight Knight turned around and asked, his voice was very low at the moment.

Coulson took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He walked forward and bowed to Moon Knight: "Thank you for your help. What do you call me?"

He wanted to get some information from the other party's mouth, what identity this person was and what his strength was.

Moonlight Knight glanced at Coulson, thought of the names the police had just called, and said coldly: "Moonlight Knight!"

After saying that, he jumped up and disappeared.

The corners of Colson's mouth twitched a few times.

"Well, it looks like there's one more person to investigate."

The moonlight was still bright at this time.

Coulson looked at the corpses and blood stains on the ground with a bitter look on his face.

I have to clean up the battlefield again. Alas, there is too much content to write in this report.