Chapter 122: Capturing the Wolf (Part 2)
Inside the Underworld Werewolf Headquarters, the werewolves who received Lucien's retreat order scattered and fled towards the Sewer exits.
Lucien, meanwhile, led a dozen trusted Ghost Wolves, fulfilling his responsibility as Wolf King, blocking the Human Soldiers who had transformed into green-skinned Lizardmen.
Werewolves' strength and speed are inherently several times that of ordinary humans. Werewolves fused with Perfect Blood have their fur turn from gray to black, and their strength, speed, defense, recovery ability, and physique are all greatly enhanced.
Not only that, these Ghost Wolves, through the gene optimization of Perfect Blood, are immune to silver's restraint.
Lucien called the werewolves injected with this Perfect Blood Warriors! Werewolf Warriors!
Each Werewolf Warrior could single-handedly fight four or five fellow werewolves not injected with Perfect Blood.
These Werewolf Warriors were also the strongest strength Lucien boasted of having.
They were also the source of his confidence that he could seek revenge against Victor back then.
But this time, Lucien's confidence was shattered, especially when he himself faced these Lizardmen.
He led a dozen Werewolf Warriors and over thirty ordinary pack members to block the pursuing Paper Soldiers.
But facing these large Lizardmen, their group of over forty, double the number of these Lizardmen, was actually retreating step by step in front of this group of Lizardmen.
Seeing a Lizardman swing its thick tail, sending a blocking Werewolf Warrior flying and breaking free from his entanglement to chase towards the Sewer exit, Lucien punched a Lizardman back. Another Werewolf Warrior immediately stepped forward to take over his opponent. Lucien seized the opportunity, pushed off with both knees, and leaped onto the Sewer ceiling. Like a large black gecko clinging to the ceiling, using hands and feet, as if free from gravity, two leaps brought him level with the Paper Soldier trying to pursue into the Sewer.
Lucien directly hung upside down and leaped down. In mid-air, his black wolf body twisted, flipping over, with four claws facing down, blocking in front of the Paper Soldier.
Lucien shook his wolf head and stood up. His black wolf body, nearly three meters tall, was significantly taller than the Paper Soldier in its Lizardman state.
"Roar!"
With a roar, Lucien didn't hesitate at all, directly swinging his pair of claws and pouncing towards the green-skinned little guy in front of him.
After transforming into Ghost Wolf form, Lucien's sharp claws, ejected from his paw pads, had a longer arc and were sharper, like small knives.
*Hiss!* The Lizard-form Paper Soldier swung its fist and met it...
*Bang!* The Lizard Soldier punched hard onto Lucien's waist.
Lucien's sharp wolf claws simultaneously left three deep, bone-visible claw marks on its green face.
Lucien stumbled back four or five steps, clutching his waist, his nostrils twitching. The intense pain made him breathe raggedly.
Although werewolves aren't like wolves with 'copper heads, iron bones, and tofu waists', a blow of several tons of force to the waist would have nearly broken Lucien's waist with just this one blow, if not for being injected with Perfect Blood.
"Very sharp claws!"
The Lizard Paper Soldier reached out and touched the claw marks on its face, its cold vertical pupils staring intently at Lucien.
This was the first time Lucien had heard these Soldiers speak, but what shocked him more was that the Paper Soldier had just taken its hand away not long ago.
The claw marks on its face had already started healing and scarring!
This kind of recovery ability.
"What exactly are you people?"
Lucien's wolf eyes scanned around. At this moment, his Werewolf Warriors were completely at a disadvantage.
Facing these monsters with boundless strength, unkillable and unbreakable.
Lucien even fell into self-doubt, wondering if they were the dark creatures, or if this group of transforming lizard monsters in front of him were.
"Again!"
The Paper Soldier did not answer Lucien. It casually pulled the gold pendant on its neck behind its back and challenged Lucien.
The three-inch long gold pendant looked somewhat like an Eastern 'Peace and Prosperity Tablet'. The front was in the shape of a playing card.
The top left corner had the English letter J, and the middle was carved with a bust of Hector, the great Prince of Troy.
Hector was the great Prince of Troy, Paris' brother, Troy's foremost warrior, once called "The Wall of Troy". He finally dueled Achilles and died at his hands.
At the same time, he also represented the Jack of Diamonds among the fifty-four cards.
These one-hundred-gram gold pendants were specifically commissioned by Boss Tang. A total of two hundred and sixteen were made.
They were divided into four suits according to design, and the best among each Paper Soldier would be personally given one by Boss Tang.
These gold pendants, costing millions of US Dollars, were most precious not for the gold itself.
A section of the back of the pendant was hollowed out, each inlaid with a sapphire back cover. Flipping open the back cover, inside were Vajra Talismans personally drawn and folded into triangles by Boss Tang.
........Facing the challenge from the Jack of Diamonds Lizard Warrior, although Lucien's waist was faintly aching, he showed no fear on his face.
"Grrr... grrr..."
Lucien bared his teeth, heavy breaths came from his throat. He moved his steps, his huge body adopted a fighting stance.
The Jack of Diamonds Paper Soldier swung its thick tail and clenched its fist, its vertical pupils devoid of any emotion.
"Awoo!"
Just as Lucien was about to make a move, from the passage behind him, a series of wolf howls suddenly came.
The miserable wolf howls were filled with panic.
Lucien's complexion suddenly changed, "You also arranged people in the passages!"
In the three passages, the werewolves who had just fled in were fleeing out in panic at an even faster speed.
In the passage behind Lucien, a dozen werewolves had just fled out,
"Pfft pfft pfft pfft pfft..."
A burst of dense silenced pistol gunfire sounded. Four or five werewolves running at the back immediately fell down.
*Tat tat tat...*
A woman wearing a black leather jacket walked out from the passage. *Click click!*
A magazine slid out. Selene knocked her two handguns together, chambering the magazine.
"Death Dealer!"
Lucien breathed raggedly, looking at the familiar figure before him, two streams of white breath puffed from his nostrils.
For hundreds of years, the Death Dealers led by Selene had been hunting the werewolves.
Especially Lucien himself. Because of his grudge with Victor, the Death Dealers listed him as their primary target.
During that time, he hid everywhere, how miserable he was.
Later, he still relied on his dear cousin to fake his death and escape, allowing him to develop his pack's numbers to the current scale.
He and Selene truly counted as old friends! He originally thought that with the destruction of the Vampire Castle, the Death Dealers had become history. Unexpectedly, here, he actually saw Selene.
"Lucien!"
Selene's lowered hands lifted, her two handguns pointed at the nemesis before her. However, compared to her past deep hatred for werewolves, Selene, now looking at Lucien, felt a sense of loss in her heart.
"Death Dealers, I thought you were all dead! What about Victor, is he still alive?" Lucien bared his teeth, his eyes filled with deep-seated hatred and a strange anticipation.
He even wanted to hear the information that Victor was not dead from Selene's mouth,
So he could have the chance to personally tear this enemy to shreds.
Selene's eyes held a trace of pity, pity for this nemesis before her who shared a similar fate.
Lucien's wife was Victor's biological daughter. Because she fell in love with Lucien,
Victor, who always regarded werewolves as lowly, inferior creatures, cruelly killed his own daughter.
As for herself, her biological parents were killed, and she was only spared by Victor because when she was young, she resembled his daughter, which is why she survived.
"He's dead!" Selene answered Lucien.
"Dead!" Lucien repeated, looked up at the sky, and let out a wolf howl.
The voice was filled with anger, unwillingness, loss...
"Are these people also you Death Dealers?" After venting, Lucien glanced around, looking at his group of scarred, barely holding on Werewolf Warriors.
Then looking at the Lizardmen who seemed completely at ease, he breathed heavily and asked Selene.
"No!"
Selene bit the hair hanging by her mouth, the hand holding the gun was slightly damp.
Facing Lucien, this Wolf King, even though Selene had mastered various Gun-fu techniques from the Brotherhood of Assassins, such as Curved Shooting, she still didn't dare to be careless.
At this time, more and more werewolves were fleeing out from the three sewer passages. Some had just escaped from the base camp into the sewer.
Some were werewolves who had just rushed from the strongholds outside to provide support.
But, he had clearly already issued an emergency retreat wolf howl! Lucien's complexion grew increasingly grim.
Although he had considered the seriousness of the matters as much as possible, when he saw groups of werewolves being forced into the base camp,
Lucien's heart completely sank.
.........
At a sewer fork about one kilometer away from the Werewolf Base Camp, in the dim sewer, six fully armed Paper Soldiers guarded the exit.
Blocking the werewolves fleeing outwards from the direction of the Werewolf Base Camp.
"Flashbang, chili concentrate hand grenade!"
Again, a burst of dense running footsteps. The leading Paper Soldier issued an order through his comms headset.
"Buzz"
"Hiss"
Intense flash, accompanied by red mist, permeated and filled the sewer.
A series of heartbreaking coughs and miserable howls echoed in the sewer.
The chili concentrate hand grenades used capsaicin from a hybrid chili variety cultivated by Oscorp Laboratory.
Its spiciness was ten times that of ghost pepper. Besides capsaicin, these special grenades also had some irritating biochemical concentrate gas added.
For werewolves, whose sense of smell was already abnormally sensitive, this kind of chili hand grenade was simply their bane.
The Paper Soldiers, who had activated the Black Demon Battle Armor's internal air circulation system, walked nonchalantly through the red mist emitted by the chili hand grenades.
Facing a group of werewolves, blinded, screaming hoarsely, coughing heartbreakingly, they simply opened fire with bursts! "Pfft pfft pfft..."
Soon, the sewer was filled with collapsed, unconscious werewolves.
The six Paper Soldiers did not hesitate at all.
After one Paper Soldier threw down a locator flashing with red light, the six of them, in a tactical maneuver, continued to advance along the sewer.
And on the ground, truck after truck and commercial vehicle after commercial vehicle, marked with Cleaner labels, were parked in various hidden streets and alleys.
Cleaners wearing protective suits were moving in and out of the various sewer entrances, lifting, pulling, and transporting the werewolves' corpses outwards.
Giving the unconscious werewolves an extra tranquilizer dart, putting on mouth restraints and shackles, like transporting dead pigs in a slaughterhouse, they were directly thrown onto the truck.
Once a truck was full, it would leave, and an empty vehicle would immediately take its place.
All operations were simple, skilled, just like assembly line work.
The division of labor was clear.
There were search teams specifically holding instruments, porters transporting werewolves, drivers responsible for driving...
.........
"Tailuo, I think we've gotten ourselves into big trouble!"
Among a group of panicked, fleeing werewolves, sandwiched were two incongruous short green figures.
"I think we can explain. They are clearly catching those werewolves. I don't think we look anything like these werewolves!"
"Do you think they will listen to our explanation?" Leonardo glanced at his silly younger brother. While quickening his pace, he analyzed:
"These people's speed is not fast. They are not in a hurry to chase these werewolves. Instead, it's like they are deliberately driving them to specific places!"
"Tailuo, where are Raphael and the others located?"
Donatello held something resembling a handheld device. He tapped it twice. On the handheld device's screen, two red dots appeared:
"Uh, right up ahead, at the Werewolf Base Camp where we previously installed a camera!"
"Is that camera still working?" Leonardo asked!
"I need to connect and try. I modified the battery inside that camera. In standby mode, it should last one or two months without a problem!" Donatello, while running, slid his fingers on the handheld device, his two thumbs tapping rapidly. After a series of operations, a scene quickly appeared on the handheld device's screen.
"Uh, looks lively!"
In the surveillance video, a chaotic scene. Donatello blinked, swallowed, and handed the handheld device in his hand to Leonardo.
(End of chapter)