Chapter 636 A Turkey Shoot

636 A Turkey Shoot

Yarin's POV:

"F*ck!" Marty cursed and looked at me viciously. "It seems like you came prepared."

Tilda hit the back of my head with the butt of her gun. I almost fainted.

Ram was also a little impatient. He cut off my feet roughly and asked the other two, "What should we do? Run now?"

"Run," Tilda said immediately. "Drive. You'll be safe as long as you cross the border. Werewolves don't dare to cross the border."

"This is the only way." Marty seemed to be the one who made the decision. "The rest of them are unlucky. We can't care about them now. It's just a pity that this stronghold is here. It'll be tough to run such a hidden and convenient place in the future."

The few of them immediately led the two of them out of the warehouse through the back door. However, before they could go far, someone chased after them. The sparrow had been leading the way for them.

"Put down your weapons, hand over the hostages, and surrender immediately!"

The three fugitives turned a deaf ear to him. Marty took out a small hand grenade from his pocket and threw it out. The bomb exploded, and what spilled out was dense silver powder!

This was bad!

The heavily equipped special police officers received relatively minor damage, but the soldiers who had already transformed into wolves suffered. The silver powder immediately stained their skin and got into their eyes and lungs, causing great pain.

A few wolves that were the first to bear the brunt of the attack fell to the ground with a loud thud, letting out sharp wails.

And the silver powder seemed to have been contaminated by the evil power, just like the silver coin. Even though they were fully prepared, many SWAT officers and wolves were still affected. They gradually began to mutate and started to bite themselves and their companions!

Was this the influence of evil power?

My heart ached when I saw this. At the same time, I was afraid. Fortunately, the incident at the Moonlight Festival was just a false alarm. Otherwise, countless innocent people would have suffered, not to mention Lily, who was facing the bomb!

The small bomb bought the three of them quite a bit of time. They immediately ran to the parking lot and prepared to drive a garbage truck out.

However, the bomb was too small, and its range of influence was limited.

After the initial chaos, the police and soldiers who came later immediately subdued their companions, who were mentally deranged and continued to pursue the target. The soldiers arrived when the three of them broke into the garbage truck. They immediately pounced on the car and roared, wanting to tear it apart.

Violently thrown into the car, I heard Marty and Tilda yelling angrily. Tilda, who was driving, kept drifting left and right, trying to shake off the wolf clinging to the car.

However, the wolf's sharp claws firmly gripped the carriage. People were shooting from behind the truck. A few seconds later, with a bang, the garbage truck's tires were blown out. The truck tilted and crashed into the roadside uncontrollably.

After a loud bang, everything fell silent.

Thick smoke billowed out from the bottom of the car. I smell the smell of gasoline. The garbage truck's fuel tank was leaking.

Among the three criminals, Ram had already passed out. A piece of glass had pierced Marty's chest, and he seemed dead. Only Tilda was still awake. However, her legs were stuck by the front of the car, and she could not move even if she cursed and struggled.

I was groggy and realized the car might explode if I stayed longer. I tried to melt into liquid and get out of the car. However, for some reason, my power has failed. I couldn't use it no matter what.

The three bullets had melted like ice and spread throughout my body. They brought me burning pain and constantly burned my physical and mental strength.

A few seconds later, someone forcefully tore open the car door and a pair of rough and powerful claws carefully carried me out.

"His Highness is here! He's injured. Someone come quickly!"

Immediately after, many people surrounded them. They dragged Ram and Tilda out of the car while carrying me, who was in a terrible state, onto a stretcher.

In a trance, I saw someone giving first aid to the pale Marty, and Tilda was also tied up and carried onto a stretcher.

The sparrow stopped beside me and chirped a few times. I really couldn't hold on any longer and fainted. nove-lb-1n

When I opened my eyes again, I was already in the hospital. The interior here was very familiar. It was the hospital I had stayed in before.

No one was in the ward, and the call button was next to me. I didn't press it; I even prayed in my heart that time would pass slowly so that no one would notice I was awake.

After everything ended, I finally realized how daring I was.

Ram had laughed and casually cut off my hands and feet. That scene was clear as day in my head.

They were truly outlaws, and I had to admit I had been careless. I had almost died because of my stupidity and underestimation of the enemy.

Fortunately, the outcome was good. Looking at the three of them, they probably couldn't escape. I didn't know what happened to the other spies in the garbage disposal plant. How many did they arrest? Did someone escape?

When I was thinking about it, the ward's door was opened. I was startled as I found it was Heller.

"Hey, you're awake." He was in a wheelchair as he slowly slid to the bed. "How do you feel? Where does it hurt?"

Heller's vision was still not working. After one day, he still couldn't see anything.

"I feel good. No problem. Are Mom and Dad here?" I asked.

Heller responded with a helpless look as he let out a sigh.