Marvel Spy

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

The cry he made before he died was anything but powerful.

Robert knew him. His name was Edmund. He had been favored by Lord William for more than thirty years because he had 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 could recover from the death of his old rival, a skull flew in front of him. He looked in the direction where the bone flew with lightning eyes. A werewolf fell down with an empty head and a lack of energy.

He also knew this werewolf. He was originally a black slave from Africa. He became a werewolf because he gave the farmer's 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.

"Retreat, retreat quickly..."

We can't stay where we are, we 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, that's 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 in the direction of the hillside is brighter and more intense. Werewolves naturally don't like the sun. In extreme panic, the hair consciously chooses the direction with weaker fire. This instinctive impulse even overwhelms rational judgment. .

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

Robert put the wooden shield like a wooden door behind him, squeezed through the werewolves blocking the way, and ran towards the mountain at the lead. Suddenly, he felt his ears warm, and then saw half of his ears flying out.

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

A stinging pain hit him, and hot liquid poured into his neck, but he didn't have time to think too much. He shouted words that he didn't even understand and continued running towards the top of the mountain.

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

Buzz, a bigger fire bloomed on the mountainside, and he clearly saw several werewolves rushing down the mountain.

The entire hillside was as bright as day, and these werewolves ran away in infinite terror. The firelight did not scare them too much.

But their moods, ambitions and ambitions are destined to have little effect. They are still just moving targets.

The gunshots from three directions were like emotionless machines, constantly harvesting the lives of the werewolves.

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 became even more panicked. 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, making 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.

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

How many crises have you experienced?

Heretic trials, wars with vampires, and hunts by demon hunters. After coming to America, I experienced sieges by tribes, and later experienced countless crises such as scalp hunters, slave-catching teams, and mercenary hunts. …

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 is always very fast. He continued to throw away the martial arts 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 had always believed that life was sacred and should be protected, but now as he watched the werewolves fall under his gun, he could not feel the weight of life at all, nor could 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 fewer werewolves on the hillside. So far, there are actually only five werewolves who have fallen under his gun. Even from what he has observed, there are only more than twenty werewolves who died under the hands of the three of them, but they are now They were all frightened out of their wits.

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 share the bad qualities of both 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...

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