Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 57 Emptying the Magazine
Old John was a sheriff who had spent most of his life as a police chief.

I have always lived in this tourist city with my family.

Although the police response time is frequent, the pay is good.

What he hated most was undoubtedly the emergency call that rang while he was sound asleep.

Sure enough, he had just fallen asleep when that damned cell phone rang like a death knell.

Old John could only soothe his startled wife and son with a sour face before taking his phone to the living room.

"Kid...you'd better have a compelling reason, or you'll be cleaning the toilets at the police station tomorrow!"

The young police officer on the other end of the phone trembled upon hearing these malicious words, his anxious emotions even being momentarily interrupted.

However, recalling the emergency call he had just received and the girl's desperate cries for help on the other end of the line...

He quickly shook his head to dispel the inexplicable chill from the other end of the phone.

"Sheriff, something terrible has happened! The biggest resort hotel in town has been attacked by terrorists! All the staff are dead, and some guests are trapped in their rooms. They were being chased when the call came in..."

"what?!"

Upon hearing the contents of the phone call, the sheriff's previously nonchalant expression immediately changed.

He stood up abruptly, his large, middle-aged belly jiggling.

Its large beard trembled, and its small green eyes were wide open.

"You! You! Is what you're saying true?!"

Old John's voice was high-pitched, filled with disbelief.

The young police officer on the other end sounded very anxious.

"Absolutely true, Sheriff! The woman who called was very agitated and panicked, and she sent a video showing blood and corpses everywhere..."

He paused for a moment, then quickly added more.

"...That hotel has its own security. Judging from the death toll, the attackers must have had considerable firepower and numbers. We may need to deploy a large number of guards..."

Meanwhile, the bearded sheriff couldn't listen to any more reports; he felt like he'd had the worst luck of the day.

He was supposed to retire in two years, but he caused such a big incident. He'll probably have to be punished as the sheriff.

"Ah~"

He sighed, and then his expression became serious.

He quickly put on his police uniform after informing his family, grabbed his keys, and rushed to the garage.

This is a serious matter, and we must dispatch the police as quickly as possible.

"Annie, you and the kids stay home. There's an emergency at the police station that needs to be dealt with urgently!"

He ran and shouted, not waiting for his wife to reply.

He floored the accelerator and sped off at a speed that would get him a ticket, amidst the screeching of tires against the pavement.

"... "

Old John cursed the terrorists who had appeared out of nowhere the whole way.

The commute that used to take more than ten minutes has been shortened to five minutes.

When his old pickup truck screeched to a halt in front of the police station, several officers who looked quite young rushed out to greet him.

"Sheriff, you're here. What do we do now?"

A young police officer with freckles on his face asked.

"What to do? Of course, we should drive out and kill those damn terrorists! I told you on the phone to gather the police officers, how many have you recalled?"

The bearded man hurriedly walked into the police station, putting on his police uniform as he did so.

"Sheriff, about a third of the guards have been assembled, along with a small team responsible for night patrols. They are all on standby and ready to depart."

Upon hearing this news, the bearded man breathed a sigh of relief.

He gritted his teeth and shoved his sheriff's pistol into his waistband, speaking with a resentful tone.

"Let's go! Let's see who's so bold as to want to meet Satan so quickly."

He reached up and pulled his hat up, then, as the young police officer next to him opened the car door, he plopped down inside.

As the police chief got into the car, the driver quickly started the engine and sped off like a bright streak.

Then more than ten police cars emerged from another bend, following closely behind, their flashing lights and sirens echoing through the streets.

The thugs wandering the streets turned pale with fright and hurriedly ran back to their own base.

Everyone assumed that such a large-scale operation was due to some foolish gang that had finally provoked the ill-tempered, overweight sheriff. They assumed the operation was aimed at completely wiping out that gang.

However, it was clear that the police officers didn't have time to deal with these petty thieves this time.

Due to the initial planning, this high-end resort hotel was designed to be located not far from the police station.

To facilitate a rapid response from the police after an incident.

Now, the police convoy led by the bearded man is like a high-speed car racer, and pedestrians on the roadside can only see the shadows of cars rushing past.

Soon, in the back seat of the lead police car.

Sheriff John, with his big beard, clung to the back of the passenger seat and leaned his head over.

At this moment, his small green eyes could already see the signboard of the resort hotel covered with colorful lights.

But just then.

In his vision, he vaguely saw a huge dark shadow appear behind the hotel's massive glass door, and it grew larger and larger.

"Wow!"

Then came the crisp sound of glass shattering.

A huge, unidentified creature, entirely black with four limbs, leaped out from the broken glass door.

They collided head-on with a dozen or so police cars that had just arrived.

The air froze for a moment, and both sides stood there stunned.

Immediately afterward, Sheriff John, with the big beard, heard a series of terrified screams and howls from the group of young men in the police car behind him.

I don't know who suddenly shouted.

"Monster! Quick! Fire! Fire!"

And this shout was like a spark igniting dry tinder.

The officers were quickly alerted and drew their pistols, aiming them at the monster.

At this moment, the monster on the other side seemed to have realized what was happening, and let out a series of low growls from its chest.

However, this sudden threatening action clearly exceeded the expectations of all the officers present.

They opened fire without hesitation.

The monster was enormous, but its movements were as swift as the wind.

He leaped and bounded back and forth, managing to dodge most of the bullets, while the few that did hit him only elicited a low growl in return.

This did nothing to stop its rapid approach.

When the distance was only a dozen meters, the monster pressed its body down on all fours, leaped several meters into the air, and then slammed heavily onto a police car.

The entire roof of the vehicle was flattened and dented.

Fortunately, the car doors had been opened during the initial security operation, and the officers inside had already exited the vehicle, thus preventing a sudden loss of personnel.

However, the monster standing on the roof of the car was also exposed to everyone's view.

Although it was midnight, the high-wattage searchlights on the police cars illuminated the surroundings as bright as day.

In this situation, the humanoid monster covered in black hair would be a giant target.

Naturally, this triggered a police emergency response.

The semi-automatic pistol fired its full-auto firepower with a swift, blurry flick of the index finger.

Everyone emptied their magazines instantly.

With a barrage of bullets, the giant humanoid wolf had no chance of escape.

He was hit by hundreds of bullets at the same time, let out a cry of pain, and fell to the ground.

All the officers quickly reloaded and cautiously formed a circle.

As the monster's death convulsions ceased, Sheriff John got out of the police car.

He raised his hand to adjust his hat, which had been askew.

His beady eyes stared blankly at the corpse of the giant monster on the ground.

Its furry body and wolf-headed, human-bodied appearance are incredibly reminiscent of something from another era.

"Sheriff? Sheriff?"

Seeing him standing there in a daze for a long time, a police officer called out and raised his hand to scan in front of old John's eyes.

(End of this chapter)