Although I don't know if it is useful, Kylot picked up the double-barrel hunting rifle that fell to the ground, and while walking in the direction pointed out by the police, loading the gun with a bullet.

To be honest, he didn't really want to fight head-on with the werewolf.

It’s not that he is afraid of the power of the mutant werewolf, but because once he faces it head-on, if the opponent’s strength is indeed not low, it will be difficult for him to hide his strength.

If someone is seen halfway through the fight, it will be a big trouble. Hiding your physique will make Kylot more concerned than catching a werewolf.

Therefore, after walking out of the vision of the police officers, Kylot's pace immediately slowed down. He planned to stay here for a while and then went back and said that he had not found the mutant werewolf. They could not force themselves to continue searching. After all, they were only alone, so it was normal for not finding it.

Unfortunately, sometimes things are so unsatisfactory. Kellot just found a relatively clean stone and was about to sit and rest for a while. Not far ahead of him, a signal flare appeared again.

It’s not OK to go now. I just walked here with the three of them watching. If something happens here, most people will definitely rush over.

He clasped the double-barrel hunting rifle in his hand and approached the place where the signal flare was fired. After only running for about three minutes, Kylot noticed the constant sound of shooting from the front with his superior hearing. Soon he found a huge figure fighting with the police.

Find a good position, half-squatted down, lifted the double-bar hunting rifle and aimed slightly, and fired. Because the mutant werewolf is huge, it was not difficult to aim. So Kylot's two shots hit the mutant's back steadily. He didn't go forward, but just poured all the bullets in his waist bag on the snow beside him, and kept loading and shooting.

In this way, he participated in the battle and did not reveal his strength. It can be said that he killed two birds with one stone. Because the mutant were trapped by several elite police officers holding silver-plated weapons next to him, he really had no choice but to let bullets hit his body, bringing some blood.

In Kelot's opinion, the battle situation is almost over. The mutant werewolves are indeed not slow, but under the siege of four elite police officers, what if they are fast?

Their reaction speed was not forbidden. Every time the mutant werewolf wanted to escape, a long sword appeared in front of him, forcing him to retreat and fall back into the siege.

The battle lasted for another two minutes. Kylot, who was raising his gun and aiming at him, suddenly felt a little blurred before his eyes, and some tiny things fell on his barrel and sight.

When I looked up, it turned out that it was snowing. The snow at the Port of Duras was not the kind of scattered light snow. In just a few minutes, Kylot's originally clear vision was blocked by a large area of ​​snow curtains, and the shooting accuracy was severely reduced.

The battle ahead also turned around at this time. The police did not prepare goggles or wear hats when they came. Now it was snowing heavily, and the vast snowflakes fell on their heads and faces, and from time to time, some fell directly into their necks.

Normal people must have reacted to the falling ice and snow into their necks. The instant chill made their movements inevitably distorted, which gave the mutant werewolf enough chance!

The mutant werewolf doesn't care about this snowy day. When they saw that there was a problem with the human formation, they immediately began to fight back. They stepped on the snow on the ground and hit several police officers repeatedly. The snow had already accumulated in the woodland without realizing it, and the elite police officers also had problems with their movements.

The mutant werewolf successfully hit twice in a row, and there were two more people on the ground who were struggling to get up. The other two elite police officers were a little difficult to get ahead at this time. Behind him was an injured colleague. Will the result of rushing up become the same as theirs?

This idea is a bit irresponsible, but it is also very realistic, isn’t it?

But the mutant werewolf would not wait for them. These humans have been besieging him for so long, and in his opinion, they must be killed. But at this time, there was a sudden pain on his shoulders, and the disappearing gunshots sounded together, and it was naturally Kylot who fired the gun.

He didn't want to provoke mutant werewolf like this. These elite police officers died and he didn't care. But the problem is that there is Sheriff Burke sitting under the big tree behind them now!

This was what he had just noticed. It turned out that Burke was the first to fight against the mutant werewolf, and the other police officers followed.

Sheriff Burke's leg seemed to be injured during the battle, and now he is difficult to stand up. He is leaning against the tree trunk and looks in a coma.

This forced Kellot to take care of it. Burke is now equivalent to his backer. He not only took him into the garrison, but also helped him get a lot of benefits. If he died, all the conditions that Kellot had finally obtained so far would probably disappear, which he would never allow.

So when the mutant werewolf tried to kill the remaining two elite police officers, he quickly fired the gun. Although his original idea of ​​shooting the head was a bit inaccurate due to heavy snow, he finally attracted the mutant werewolf's attention to himself.

Looking at the annoying human not far away, the other party seemed to be looking at him. After being silent for a few seconds, he even gave him a middle finger...

The mutant werewolf roared, twisted his body and rushed towards Kelot. He was ready to make this human being pay the price to humiliate himself!

Seeing the mutant werewolf rushing towards him, Kellot thought that this gesture was indeed a standard posture to attract hatred no matter where it was. He picked up the gun in his hand and threw it directly at the mutant werewolf. He turned around and ran wildly in the other direction of the road he had come before. He wanted to lead the mutant werewolf away, otherwise the current situation would not be solved.

While running forward, he checked whether the werewolf behind him was still chasing. Both sides had the highest speed and ran far in a few minutes. However, although Kylot was sufficient in terms of physical strength, he could not run away from the werewolf in terms of speed. How could his legs run through the other party's pursuit with both limbs?

Within five minutes, the distance between the two sides was constantly pulled in. Kylot, who was running forward, felt the gasping sounds coming closer and closer. When he turned around, he suddenly found that the werewolf was only two people away from him. So he took off his glasses with his left hand and threw them on the snow next to him. He reached behind his back and pulled out the short-handed axe.

Suddenly, an emergency brake was braked, and he inserted his foot into the snow in front. He quickly turned around and swung his short-handled axe to slash at the werewolf's head. Who knew that his movement was still a beat slower. The werewolf had already rushed into his arms before his short-handled axe was chopped.

The impact force brought by running directly made both sides fly out in a mixed group. Kellot hit the werewolf's abdomen in the air and knocked him away. When he landed, the distance between the two sides was five meters.

"Human!! I want to tear you apart!"

The werewolf who fell to the ground got up from the ground and rushed towards Kelot. Kelot quickly retreated and began to take off the police uniform on his body, leaving only a cotton lining. Finally, he silently threw off his short-handled axe and turned to put two finger tigers on his waist.

Bang! Bang!

The strong physical collision sounded deep in the woodlands in the university. Kylott took the approach of attack since the beginning of the battle, not avoiding the claws of the mutant werewolf at all, and relied on the water element barrier to protect his head and crotch, followed by a painful blow from fist to flesh.

The mutant werewolf initially thought that he was also an orc, and how could he be worse than that of humans in terms of defense and recovery ability, so he replaced Kylot with injuries without hesitation. However, as the battle continued, he unexpectedly found that his attack did not seem to cause too much trouble to the enemy.

Although the lining on the chest was completely broken and the blood had soaked it, the human hand movements still did not hesitate at all. The fist, which seemed to be wearing an iron trap, hit his chest one by one, making it difficult for him to breathe!

"How could this happen! How could this happen! You...you can't be considered a human at all!!"

Seeing that he was about to be defeated by a human being on the frontal attack, the mutant werewolf roared unwillingly, and a little blood was sprayed out of his open mouth...

"Who told you that I am a human?"

Kelot, who had been silent, suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of fierce fighting desire as if he was about to squirt out. The breath exhaled from his mouth suddenly increased in an instant, turning into a white airflow in the cold air!

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!

A violent heartbeat sounded in Kelot's chest, and a new gurgle of blood flowed out of the heart and poured into Kelot's whole body. The blue-purple expanded muscles that expanded from the chest to the whole body were crazy-expanding muscles. The torn cotton lining was pulled off by Kelot, and his height was completely overwhelming with the werewolf!

"This is...what the hell are you!!"

The mutant werewolf was shocked by a series of changes, roared hysterically, jumped back, then frantically shook his arm, and a large number of spikes came out of him and shot towards Kelot.

"You... have lost! Death!"
Chapter completed!