Chapter 8 Ambush
Hearing Elena's words, Gregor also let out a long sigh and spoke while leaning back in the chair behind him.
"Phew... I hope her convoy can be delayed for two days due to some accidents on the road. Otherwise, if she doesn't see me when she arrives at Igwinter, she will hate me to death..."
Gregor rubbed his temple helplessly and said this, while Elena thought for a moment and then replied.
"It seems like you have a good relationship with your sister, Captain."
"Almost... After all, her father passed away when she was very young, so she is my only blood relative... I have made a name for myself in the city now, so I brought her here to enjoy a better life. The most important thing is to let her go to school in the city and receive an education. There is no future for her to stay in the village all her life..." Gregor said with a look of reminiscence on his seat, and Elena added.
"You call this making a name for yourself? Captain, you are the youngest captain of a hunter team in the history of the Igwinter Separation, and the youngest apprentice. The director said you have a bright future. How can this be considered making a name for yourself?"
"Hey, Elena, please don't tell me these things. Although I am doing well in the bureau, I can't leave this profession. In the eyes of the public, I am just an ordinary person..."
Gregor said this while sitting on the seat on the chair with his legs crossed. He took out a cigarette from the drawer of the sheriff's desk, then lit it with a box of matches on the table and put it in his mouth. After a while, he began to puff out smoke.
"Hey, it's rude to smoke in front of a lady..." Elena said unhappily as she looked at Gregor in front of her, and Gregor rolled his eyes at her and said.
"Yes, yes... I just felt bad and smoked a little. Besides, didn't you say that you were treated as a man when you were the captain?"
"call…
"I really hope that this time it's just those policemen who are mentally disturbed. It would be best if they can be taken away tomorrow..." Gregor said slowly after exhaling a puff of smoke. At this moment, hurried footsteps were heard outside, and then a search team member in black pushed open the door and entered the sheriff's office.
"Captain, this was found on the body!"
Quickly coming to the desk, the hunter team member handed an envelope to Gregor. Seeing this, Gregor frowned slightly, immediately put out the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray, then took the envelope, opened it and put it in front of him. Elena beside him also came behind Gregor to read the letter.
Looking at the letter in his hand, Gregor's brows furrowed more and more, and the expression on his face gradually became solemn. Behind him, Elena's gaze shot through the mask and locked onto the last two lines of the content on the letter.
"Blood cup..." Gregor murmured as he looked at the contents of the letter, while Elena smiled slightly and spoke slowly.
"It seems that we can't go tomorrow."
…
The night dissipated and the day came. Time passed, day and night alternated, and after Wokkan hurriedly experienced a busy day, it once again ushered in a quiet night.
To the west of Ovokan, there is a sparsely wooded grove. Originally, there was a large forest here, but due to the growing demand for timber brought about by urban expansion, the area of the forest has shrunk severely and has become a forest with dense shrubs and sparse trees.
Although this forest is not deep and dense, it is rumored that this is where the Vulcan gang secretly buries bodies, so most townspeople dare not approach it.
At this moment, deep in the grove, in a relatively empty space, there were three or four figures standing here, silently waiting for something.
These people were dressed differently, some were ugly men, and some were gentlemen… There were not many of them, less than five. This group of people who seemed to have nothing in common formed a circle and stood separately, looking in different directions, as if they were on guard against something.
In the center of the group of people, there was a middle-aged man wearing a windbreaker, a short hat, glasses and a small moustache. The man was holding a suitcase in one hand and raising the other hand in front of his eyes. His eyes were fixed on the watch on his wrist. At this time, the hands on the watch all overlapped on the 12 scale.
Seeing that the agreed time had arrived, the man raised his head and looked around, as if looking for something, but after looking around, he saw nothing, which made him frown.
"Sir, we haven't seen any sign of those guys yet. Have we been tricked?"
At this time, a burly man dressed as a white-collar worker came to the man and whispered a few words with some anger, while the man with glasses responded slowly.
"As a local tyrant, he shouldn't have the courage to do that. Maybe something unexpected happened. Retreat immediately. There's no need to wait any longer..."
"yes……"
Just as this group of people were about to retreat, several pairs of eyes in the dense bushes around them were staring at their every move.
"They are about to withdraw. Don't wait for another wave of people. Just attack them now."
In the dense bushes, accompanied by a low sound, the hand holding the gun pulled the trigger, and then a roaring flame spurted out from the muzzle.
"Bang!"
The bullet flew out from the hidden bushes and hit the head of the man with glasses from behind. At the most critical moment, the man seemed to have sensed something and turned sideways to avoid a direct shot in the head. Instead, a small piece of skull was shattered by the bullet that passed by his head, and his hat was also blown off.
"trap!!"
With blood flowing from his head and bloodshot eyes, the man opened his mouth and shouted loudly, but before his men could react, several dark figures stood up from the bushes around them. They all wore masks and held rifles in their hands, facing the stunned people in the woods.
Suddenly, there was a burst of gunfire in the woods. Along with the firing of bullets, all the people standing in the open space in the woods were shot and fell to the ground one after another. For a moment, only the man with glasses was still standing in the middle of the open space.
At this time, in addition to the scratches on his head, the man was shot again. The bullet penetrated his abdomen, but he did not fall down.
"Those bastards from the Security Bureau!"
The man with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, eyes wide open and a ferocious face roared wildly, then threw the briefcase in his hand away, and ran straight towards him with his free hands holding a team member. He was so fast that the injuries on his body seemed to have no effect on his movements.
Seeing that the target had not fallen to the ground yet and was rushing towards him, the attacked hunter team member did not eject the gun and reload. Instead, he threw away the rifle in his hand, pulled out a revolver from his waist, and fired fiercely at the attacking man. The man was shot twice in succession, but still did not fall to the ground, and actually rushed to the front of the shooter.
“Satisfy my hunger!”
At this moment, the man's mouth began to open uncontrollably, as wide as a beast, able to bite off half of the neck of the team member in front of him in one bite!
He pounced on the team members several times, and bit down with bloodthirsty mouth, but he did not bite any flesh, instead, there was a steel blade between his teeth.
"Ah... I feel sick whenever I see you, the Blood Cup Hungerer..."
At some point, Gregor, wearing an iron mask and a uniform, appeared beside the man. The blade in his hand pierced the man's mouth vertically, and the man's teeth were scratched by the blade, and blood flowed.
The man glared at the figure beside him, and one could read extreme astonishment in his expression. He was astonished at the other person's sudden appearance, and astonished that he had not noticed the other person's existence before!
"shadow……"
The man with blood in his mouth and a knife in his mouth stared at Greg's vague words.
…
Just as Greg was confronting the strange man head-on, attracting everyone's attention, a shadow was quickly emerging from the bushes in the open space in the woods that was ignored by everyone.
Nahe is a big black dog.
It was a large dog that was not agile but lifeless, with obvious fatal external injuries on its body.
Completely ignoring the tension at the scene, the zombie's lackey picked up the suitcase that the man had thrown away on the open space, then turned around and dived into the bushes.
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