Killing America Terror Starts at a Fatal Turn

On the long intercity highway, Luke slowed down to check the harvest of this killing.

The two ogres contribute 43% and 40% of the experience respectively. In addition, his coveted skill [Rough Skin and Thick Flesh] also emerged from the Pitchfork Ogre.

Luke's current panel looks like this:

[Name]: Luke

[Race]: Human

[Level]: Level 2 (38%)

[Body Strength]: 5

[Soul Strength]: 7

【Skill】:

Indian stickmanship (omitted)

Rough Skin and Thick Flesh (Passive skill, slightly increases recovery ability, increases defense ability against bludgeoning damage, and reduces the impact of puncture damage at non-vital locations on body functions.)

[Free Attribute Points]: 1

There were no accidents during the subsequent journey, and Luke arrived in Chengxian County in the evening. He parked the car in the parking lot of the police station, settled his thoughts into his mind, and integrated the free attribute points into his body.

[Body Strength] quietly rose to 6 o'clock, and the warm current came unexpectedly, flowing from his head into various parts of his body, nourishing his internal organs and muscles throughout his body. At this time, his physical fitness was much better than that of ordinary people, and he had achieved the effect of frequent gym visits and three or four years of scientific training of various parts.

After being promoted, he ignored the need to familiarize himself with his physical condition and walked straight past the door of the police station. When he saw the busy police officers inside, he grabbed one and asked, "Is Officer Jones here?"

The black policeman who was pulled over glanced at Luke, turned back and shouted inside: "Hey, Jones, someone is looking for you."

After a while, a middle-aged man in a blue uniform came over. He had slightly gray hair and wore light-colored glasses. He looked very kind. He walked to Luke and stretched out his hand, "I'm Jones, how can I help?" your?"

Luke stepped forward, shook hands, and said, "Officer Jones, this is Little Williams. I talked to you on the phone yesterday. Are there any new developments near the farm now?"

Jones invited him into his office and explained the situation about the farm in detail.

Thick fog appeared five days ago, and communication inside and outside the farm was lost. Several police officers, including Jones, entered the fog several times to investigate, but they all got lost in the thick fog and came out.

He comforted: "Little Luke, your parents should not be in danger. We have been in and out of the fog several times and haven't encountered anything. Maybe in a few days, the fog will dissipate on its own."

Luke was still worried and proposed to go to the scene to see for himself. Jones thought for a moment and agreed to his request. The two drove separately, heading northwest of the small town.

The two quickly arrived at their destination. Thick fog shrouded the entire land in front of them. After taking a few steps into the fog, their vision became extremely blurry. Even the nearby trees became blurry, and the scene in the distance became blurry. Completely blocked, the wilderness became extremely quiet in the thick fog, as if time and space had been frozen.

Luke grabbed his shotgun and walked into the fog with Jones. As soon as they stepped inside, the two of them occasionally talked and confirmed their location. As they went deeper and deeper, Officer Jones lost his voice and didn't know where he was going.

The quiet spiritual energy in Luke's mind suddenly became active, as if there was some voice, or maybe it was not a voice, but a suggestion, constantly emanating from the mist, squeezing into his mind, urging him to switch. Turn around and leave.

Luke became more convinced that he had encountered a supernatural event again. He took the initiative to encourage psychic energy, and combined with the soul strength of up to 7 points, he was easily immune to this simple suggestion.

He gripped the shotgun tightly and cautiously explored the direction in his memory step by step.

After walking for more than half an hour, the fog gradually became thinner, and trees and farmland could be vaguely seen ahead. Luke walked out of the fog, once again determined the location of his farm, and set off unhurriedly.

Not far away, a crow flew over with fluttering wings and stopped on the branch of a dead tree not far away. Its two eyes were black and shiny, exuding a cold luster, staring at Luke.

Luke was always paying attention to the strange movements around him, and naturally noticed this strange crow. He increased his vigilance, slightly deflected the muzzle of his gun, pointed it in the direction of the crow, and then continued to move forward.

The crow stared for a while, and seeing that Luke was always on guard, the crow suddenly let out a few hoarse calls, then flapped its dark wings and swooped down towards Luke.

Upon seeing this, Luke roughly estimated the distance and shot the crow. Generally speaking, No. 20 lead bullets are usually used for hunting birds. The lead bullets inside this type of ammunition are small in size and large in quantity, and are most suitable for hunting small-sized creatures such as birds.

No. 12 lead bullets are generally called "deer bullets" and are ammunition used for hunting large and medium-sized creatures such as wild deer. At this time, the situation was urgent, and the crow flew straight towards it, unlike ordinary birds, so the effect was also good. A piece of lead bullet directly covered the path of the crow.

Watching the lead bullet hit, Luke felt happy. There was only one possibility for such a small prey to be torn apart by the No. 12 bullet. But his joy soon turned to panic.

The moment the crow was about to be hit by the lead bullet, his body blurred slightly and became illusory and uncertain. The rapidly bombarding lead bullets penetrated directly without causing any harm to the crow.

Luke was not sure if he was blinded, so he quickly fired two more shots at the crow, but they were the same as the first shot, and they were all avoided by the crow.

And the crow had already flown near him within the time of these three shots. The crow swooped down, and its claws, which were also like dry human bones, scratched Luke's eyes hard, and the sharp toenails at the end glowed with a dark light.

Luke couldn't dodge, so he could only lower his head and protect his head with his left arm. A sharp pain came from his forearm. The stab-proof clothing was in the style of a vest, which only covered the vital parts of the torso and did not block the arms. The crow's sharp claws scratched through his coat, leaving three moderately deep wounds on his forearm.

After succeeding, the crow continued to hover above his head, preparing for the next pounce.

The injured Luke endured the pain, holding the barrel of the gun in his right hand, quickening his pace and running towards the farm.

After circling for a few times, the crow quickly lost the patience to continue observing. With its ability to switch between reality and reality, the crow was very arrogant. It stretched out its claws again and clawed directly at Luke's face without dodging.

Seeing this, Luke stopped and stood still, breathing calmly. The psychic energy instantly flowed through the body of the Winchester gun, exuding the breath of thunder and fire. After suppressing the panic that the gunfire was ineffective, and with great concentration, the speed of the crow's flight seemed to slow down in his eyes. The dynamic vision brought by 7 points of soul strength allowed him to clearly see the trajectory of the crow's flight.

Aim, increase psychic output, and swipe!

Like a professional baseball hitter, Luke swung the butt of his gun hard into the crow with a perfect straight shot. A look of anthropomorphic disdain flashed through the crow's big eyes, and he activated his ability to transform into illusion to avoid this seemingly powerful and heavy blow.

Sizzling——

The moment Winchester touched the phantom of the crow, the spiritual energy attached to the gun suddenly became active and transformed into thunder and flames. The dazzling thunder and fire instantly hit the phantom crow. Winchester turned on the thunder and lightning. The flames flashed, completely surrounding the crow's shadow, and the powerful potential energy instantly knocked it to the ground.

Hit!

With just one blow, the crow, which had been so arrogant just now, fell to the ground motionless. After a few seconds, it turned into a line of black smoke and disappeared without a trace.