Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 58 Werewolf
Old John raised his hand to swatt away the hand waving in front of his eyes and looked at the creature on the ground that was clearly not normal.

As I recalled some folk tales and the movies my youngest son often insisted on watching with me, a word came to mind.

"Werewolf..."

The young police officer standing nearby didn't hear clearly and asked a question with some confusion.

"What bureau chief? You know what that is?"

"...It's a werewolf! It's a werewolf!"

Old John completely ignored what the young officer was saying, muttering to himself, becoming more and more agitated, and his voice grew louder and louder.

Until the very end, it was almost an excited roar.

"It's a werewolf! A werewolf from a movie!!"

He excitedly grabbed the young police officer's shoulder and shook him violently, despite the officer's bewildered expression.

This excited shout was also heard by the other police officers nearby.

When it comes to werewolves, some people who have seen related movies also have a gleam in their eyes.

After his shouting, everyone looked at the motionless monster corpse on the ground and thought it looked exactly like the special effects in the movie.

It is even stronger and more ferocious.

The tense and serious atmosphere quickly collapsed, and several police officers put away their guns and prepared to step forward for a closer look.

However, sheriff John, who had calmed down, stopped him.

"Stop! You bunch of idiots! Have you forgotten how I always taught you?"

Upon hearing that familiar shout, several police officers who had already put away their guns and broken out of the encirclement immediately and instinctively stood at attention.

When they came to their senses, they looked at each other for a few moments, their expressions gradually changing from blank to understanding.

The group of people dared not refute this and obediently returned to the encirclement.

next moment.

At the command of a squad leader who raised his hand, everyone simultaneously raised their guns.

"Ready! Fire!"

Subsequently, a new round of salvo firing emptied the magazine.

This time, the giant wolf's body lay on the ground even more mangled, and its eyes, which had suddenly opened again, gradually lost their luster, ultimately dying with its eyes open.

The sheriff, seeing this, smiled, patted the junior officer beside him, and stepped forward after the junior officer moved aside.

He kicked the giant wolf's menacing paw, then turned around and looked around at the young men who had already put away their guns and stood at attention.

"Remember! Your lives are your own. You have plenty of bullets. Don't gamble with your lives. Under no circumstances should you approach a corpse rashly. Always finish it off!"

"Yes, sir!"

Hearing the uniform responses from all the officers, Old John nodded in satisfaction.

"That's right! Someone go get a tow truck and haul this big guy back. Your bonuses this month depend on it!"

And so the order was given.

Everyone sprang into action, either cleaning up the battlefield or pulling up barriers, creating a sense of discipline and seamless teamwork.

This is something that old John has always been proud of.

The police force he led was among the top three in the entire United States, known for its strict discipline, cautious tactics, and swift action.

They are all excellent young men.

As everyone skillfully operated the equipment, the police cars were lined up, serving as a temporary barrier.

Then they pulled the yellow and black striped tape in the middle.

While all the officers were busy, Chief John, who was sitting and watching, suddenly heard a crisp clapping sound coming from behind him.

This made him turn around with some confusion, wanting to see which little brat was being naughty again.

"Which little... um? Who are you?!"

When he turned around completely, he discovered that a blond man in a black tuxedo had somehow entered the cordon.

The whole process was completely silent; the other party was like a ghost.

He deliberately exposed himself by clapping with a smile, which is how he was noticed by the busy police officers around him.

Faced with this strange man, everyone couldn't help but become more vigilant.

With a werewolf resembling a futuristic monster in front of them, this person seems suspicious no matter how you look at him.

The moment he was discovered, Lu Gu, who was disguised as Dracula, had at least a dozen guns aimed at his head and heart.

However, he remained completely calm, stopped clapping, and spoke for the first time since he appeared on stage.

"Not bad, humans. I didn't expect you to have the strength to hunt werewolves. However, even a werewolf that hasn't eaten yet has given you so much trouble. It seems that you weaklings still need a master..."

A magnetic voice echoed in the night breeze; the sound wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

The arrogance emanating from those words caused all the self-proclaimed masters of the universe to frown, their hearts filled with intense disgust and rejection.

"You said humans? So you're not human? Then who are you?"

Looking at the mysterious man in front of her who remained calm despite being pointed at by dozens of guns.

A vague sense of danger filled old John's heart.

This made him cautiously take half a step back.

He hid most of his body behind the open bulletproof car door and reached into his waistband to pull out his long-used sidearm.

As my old companion for over a decade, it's a Colt Python.

The armor-piercing shells inside calmed his somewhat uneasy heart.

The mysterious man opposite him seemed completely unconcerned about his actions, continuing to speak in that arrogant tone.

"I am certainly not a fragile human; I am a noble vampire. You may call me Vlad Dracula, Count Dracula."

Lu Gu tilted his head back, trying to appear arrogant, and spoke in a tone as if he were an old nobleman from centuries ago, his words coming out in a roundabout way.

At that moment, he felt incredibly stupid, but there was nothing he could do; in his mind, this was the typical Western coffin-like style.

However, compared to the embarrassment and shame in Lu Gu's heart.

Sheriff John, who was on the other side of the river, and the wary young men around him, were in an uproar when they heard these words.

Count Dracula.

This is a well-known and familiar story, and even ten years ago, it was still a terrifying tale that could stop children from crying at night.

Unexpectedly, the legendary protagonist may very well appear right before their eyes.

As for the claim that it was a person in disguise.

Ahead of them was a creature resembling a werewolf, which charged forward despite being hit by bullets.

Then suddenly, someone appeared who could silently cross the cordon of dozens of elite police officers and stand here.

Even if it's not the legendary vampire king Dracula, it certainly isn't an ordinary human.

This made John, a seasoned police chief with over a decade of experience, swallow hard.

The fame that comes with the name Dracula made his mouth go dry.

The vampire, who called himself Dracula, began to doubt whether he could handle the dozens of handguns he had on his side.

(End of this chapter)