Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 413 Breakthrough
As bad emotions weighed on his cursed nerves, Clayton couldn't help but give up his reason.

A terrible roar came from a distance of less than a yard. Albert, who was closest to him, had his eyes bulged and his heart almost stopped beating.

He clutched his chest and looked in the direction of Clayton. This businessman, with whom he had dealt several times, was covering his face. His big hands, which were strong in flesh and bones, were changing rapidly. The bones were growing and elongating rapidly, the flesh attached to them was expanding, and the skin was growing black hair. The snout exposed under the claws stretched forward, and the two rows of fangs on the upper and lower jaws were opened like soft folding fans, fixed and hardened, and covered by the extended lips. The body under the clothes was also inflated like a balloon. The legs that were originally stepping on the ground stretched out their trousers and stretched backwards. The floor whined under the sudden increase in weight.

There is no need to know what this phenomenon is; a mortal who sees it will realize that this creature is out of control.

The sense of danger came like a flood.

The sheriff had never seen such a strange sight. As a retired soldier, he even forgot to make preparations to avoid danger. Instead, he looked weakly at Norris, trying to use the other party's performance to prove that all this was an illusion, but the expression on the other party's face was extremely terrifying.

If he was not a coward, then he must have seen something more terrifying than this in his delirium.

But he definitely knew what was happening now.

"What's wrong with him?!" Albert shouted, but because of the tinnitus and the vengeful beating of his heart, he couldn't tell how loudly he was speaking.

The fact that a person could actually change into this state could not be explained simply by being "angry".

Norris did not answer Albert. This change was beyond his expectations, but he still sat in his seat with his hands on the table, quietly watching the werewolf whose mind was eroded by the curse continue to transform. The fear on his face gradually disappeared and turned into a thoughtful expression.

The werewolf of the Belleo family is now in a different form from its normal form, because the curse that has accumulated excessively from devouring its own kind forms more and repetitive features when it is active.

Some of the bulging muscles were beating at a high frequency, as if they contained small hearts. The excessive growth of bones tore its own palms apart, and the front paw nails connected to the bones grew in the blood, extending to an exaggerated extent, shaped like two strange flowers with black silky petals.

And in that open mouth, the long bright red tongue danced like a snake.

Albert doesn't think he can deal with such a creature, and realizing that Norris can't help, he tries to stay away from the source of the mutation on his own.

The thought of regretting coming here flashed through his mind, and he put his hands on the table to stand up, but his body immediately went limp after leaving the seat, and he couldn't muster any strength in his limbs.

Infused with the power of authority, the werewolf's roar could intimidate the enemy at a distance. Albert endured all the force at a very close distance, and the fact that he was still able to move his hands and feet showed that he had a strong mind. However, he was not satisfied and struggled to crawl towards the door.

The roar must have spread beyond the building, and perhaps the police or guards had already noticed this place.

He was about to crawl to the base of a round table when another startled shout came from the window.

"They've found us! Shoot immediately!"

The next moment, the glass doors and windows, which were already covered with cracks, were hit again. Continuous gunshots rang out, and large pieces of broken glass fell out of the window frames and hit the table and floor inside the room.

The large fragments broke into more small fragments and splashed on Albert.

As for the bullets themselves, they hit the two people who were still sitting at their seats.

Norris held his right arm close to his body to cover his ribs and waist, and raised his left hand to cover the right side of his head, allowing blood to spurt out of his body. The werewolf did not dodge at all, and continued the process of transformation. The muscles surging like water pushed the lead bullets that had penetrated into his flesh out of his body, and they fell on the ground like marbles rolling.

There were indeed armed men outside the window who noticed the commotion here, but they were obviously not friendly forces, but came to assassinate someone here.

Take Norris, for example.

They lay in wait for a while until the werewolf's madness was mistaken by them as their disguise being seen through, so they opened fire prematurely.

This sudden change made Norris open his eyes wide, and his originally calm face suddenly showed a bit of unexpected emotion.

When the gunshots stopped, he raised his foot and threw the table in front of him out of the window, then stood up and walked quickly to the kitchen. The out-of-control werewolf turned its huge body and looked out the window with its cold yellow eyes. It ignored Norris who was close at hand, and rushed towards the gunman who was shooting at it outside according to the order of danger sensing.

The two figures passed each other, as if Clayton Bello had not lost his mind, but still remembered Norris and wanted to cover his retreat.

It is now 4:30 in the afternoon, and there is still some time before dinner time. There are not many people free near the cafe, but most of them are security company personnel who have finished their shift and come to have afternoon tea. They all carry guns.

When the loud roar sounded, the gunmen who were dining in different restaurants stopped and looked for the source of the sound. When a series of gunshots appeared, they either jumped up and ran away without looking back, or called on others to push tables and chairs to block the store door from the inside. In short, they resolutely refused to investigate the specific situation.

These experienced guys knew how to save their lives and were unwilling to take risks without receiving money. Influenced by them, the rest of the people also hid indoors, tightly closed the curtains, and dared not peek out.

As for the passers-by who were originally walking on the street, they also fled when the assassins opened fire, so few people on the street actually saw the werewolf's face clearly.

Facing the musket fire, it leaped out of the broken window with a single leap, sweeping across with a strong gust of wind, and its heavy body directly crushed a gunman who had shot at it.

The sky in Weiodi is always gloomy. The black smoke spewed out by industrial chimneys covers the sky and blocks out the sunlight. Even a powerful werewolf like Clayton Bellew will not immediately retreat back into his human body during the day.

The nine-foot-tall werewolf looked down at the pinned gunman, and its right front paw, which was big enough to cover an adult man's chest, sank down, compressing his upper body. Just like squeezing a tomato, thick blood plasma flowed out of the man's mouth, nose and broken body, smearing all over the ground.

Norris looked back, and the werewolf's back outside the window was still quite majestic.

Albert was lying under the table, with the scene of the dead man's broken flesh and bones only separated from him by a wall. He listened to the noise outside and gestured to Norris, hoping that he could help him.

Norris turned around, opened the door to the back kitchen, and signaled the staff inside who still didn't know what was going on to leave through the back door.

Then he looked at Albert again, and suddenly turned and walked back to his previous position.

The fragments of Clayton Bello's clothing and belongings were there.
On the street, after the werewolf rushed out and killed a man, the other gunmen had no intention of revenge. They did not seem particularly afraid of the alien enemy. Although they dropped their spears, their scattered retreat was orderly, with a total of seven people running to different forks at both ends of the street.

The werewolf raised his bloody right paw after killing someone, cleaned the blood from his fingertips with his tongue, and then his bright yellow eyes locked onto a figure with his back to him.

It sank its body, and its limbs just lightly rubbed the ground, and then it shot out violently.

The streets in the East District were very flat and straight, and there were no obstacles along the way that could stop the werewolf.

The other gunman ran only a few steps further than the first victim before he was caught by the werewolf. His head was twisted off like a beer bottle cap and thrown on the side of the road.

Then there was another person who was targeted by the werewolf. The claws penetrated his back and came out from his abdomen. He died slower than the previous two. This person ended up being torn to pieces, with his hot bones, flesh, heart and lungs scattered all over the ground.

After killing three people within ten seconds, the werewolf transformed by Clayton Bellew did not chase the remaining prey. Its claws hooked the headless body of the second victim, leaving a long trail of blood along the way, and returned to the empty cafe. It did not go through the door, but still chose the window as the entrance. Its hairy body rubbed off the remaining glass when passing through the broken window. The empty window frame seemed as empty and pitiful as an old man's gums.

The werewolf had just returned to the room, his paws still on a dining table against the wall, when the shrill sound of a police sounder could be heard from far away on the street.

It stopped moving, squatted on the table and listened with its ears perked up. Finally, it thought that the voice was probably not calling itself, so it jumped onto another table as smoothly as flowing water.

The table shook violently after bearing half a ton of weight, and a gasp suddenly sounded from under the table.

The werewolf looked down in confusion, but heard the sound of wind above his head.

By the time it reacted, a familiar syringe had been inserted into its shoulder, with light red fluorescence wrapped around the syringe and the hand holding the syringe.

As his thumb hooked onto the piston rod and pulled it back, the beast's blood, along with the curse, was drawn out of the syringe.

The werewolf realized the danger and raised his hands to grab above his head.

The unusually long nails cut through his flesh, and Norris fell awkwardly from the chandelier, rolling twice on the ground.

Facing the approaching werewolf, he pulled up the corners of his mouth and revealed an ugly smile.

"Stop eating, we should go."

The syringe did not fall with him, but remained stuck in the werewolf's shoulder. Even after it slipped out of his hand, the syringe piston rod was still automatically pulled up. Unlike when Clayton used it himself, under the catalysis of the same secret power, it exerted amazing power.

The power of the curse retreated from the werewolf, starting from the point where the syringe was inserted. The black hair shrank back under the skin in pieces, revealing the original Clayton Bello.

The naked lieutenant took two steps forward and fell face down to the ground.

Norris stood up. The places on his body that were pierced by bullets and scratched by sharp claws stopped bleeding. He touched his face and felt his intact skin. He reached into his arms and pulled out a revolver with a gold-plated barrel and pointed it at Albert, who had just crawled out from under the table and stood up staggeringly on his knees.

The latter looked at him in astonishment, but slowly raised his hands.

Norris finally took a breath, but his smile did not diminish, as if he had seen something that made him happy: “Officer, I need you to do me a favor.”