C64

At the same time that the native leader was killed, a dozen soldiers wearing anti-infrared camouflage nets jumped out of the rainforest with sophisticated and vicious automatic weapons in their hands. Everyone was responsible for clearing out the natives at a certain angle. Six people were in the front, and six people were in the front. These people were all dead, and before the natives even had a chance to raise their spears, they were all killed.

Four members of the six man team ran towards Father Moreno's group and untied them. One of them went to mend their guns. The whole process went smoothly without any unnecessary words.

The last guy who was fine seemed to be the leader of the team. He was holding an HK23 in his hand and waved at me from afar where I was hiding.

I scolded Mother, telling Lao Hei and the others to not move first, and brought Hu Sanmei along to stand up and walk towards him.

"Hello, allow me to introduce myself. Renato (Renato), from Italy. These are my men. Thank you for informing us of the kidnapping of Father Moreno. " After saying all that in fluent English, he looked at Sanmei and me. When I saw Sanmei, I noticed that his eyes lit up. Fuck, don't you believe in God? Looking carefully, not only him, the soldiers behind him also stared at Sanmei, making me feel very unhappy.

"Sun is practical" here I stuck, thinking: "This year, cat wearing a hat is also in charge, dog wearing a hat is in charge. The Ma Dewei who almost caused the death of Manager Qian and disfigured Lao Hei was the person in charge of some vampire organization's Asia area. The blond, brown-eyed, and tall handsome Italian guy in front of me, who's the leader of some God's armed team, isn't he supposed to have a longer title too? Example: XX Road XX Flower Garden, Pudong New District, Shanghai

The head and only principal member of the XX Unit of Unit XX, Rent Committee, etc.

After saying my name, I didn't have any duties, so I directly shook hands with him. He thanked me profusely once more. I could feel his sincerity, because it hurt a little when I pinch him. However, his strength is still far from Manager Qian's. As I shook hands, I noticed something else. His left hand, which was placed on the handlebar of the machine gun, had a shorter index finger. It was unknown if it was cut off by an explosion or a knife.

At this time, Renato's subordinates had already carried the saved priests and nuns on their backs, and were preparing to go to the assembly point to wait for the helicopter. Renato and his last two underlings were also preparing to follow along, but Renato seemed to have thought of something and turned to Sanmei: "This beautiful young miss, would you be so kind as to tell me your name?"

Just as Sanmei was about to speak, her expression suddenly changed and she pulled out the Desert Eagle. She raised her hand and aimed in the direction of the soldier holding the AUG-A3 on Renato's right. The other party's reaction was not slow either. As Sanmei pulled out his gun, they quickly turned and aimed at her.

Although he didn't know what she was up to, or if she had met some kind of enemy. My brain didn't react much, and I moved in front of their guns. With his right hand holding the G36C, he aimed it at the leading Renato, while his left hand pulled out Glock and pointed at the one on Renato's left. What was funny was that when Renato and I were aiming at other people, we both yelled, "Don't shoot!"

After locking onto the other party, I turned my head and was just about to ask Sanmei why she took out his gun so easily, but following the direction of the muzzle of Sanmei's gun, I saw a scene that frightened me.

Initially, I thought that the soldier that Sanmei was aiming at stood up from the bushes behind him. The god-armed mercenary looked like a European. She was already very tall, but she was only up to the monster's chin. The monster was about 2.2 meters tall.

The wolf head man opened his mouth wide, exposing dense black fur and strong muscles. He raised his palm high up. Normally, a large palm-leaf fan hand is just an adjective. I have never seen anyone with such a large hand in real life. But at this moment, I feel that the one who invented this idiom was most likely attacked by this wolf head monster. Its hands are much bigger than a large mouse pad.

Seeing my frightened expression, the other three fellows reacted and wanted to turn around and shoot. However, the wolf head monster had already raised its hand up to the highest point, with just a wave, Renato would probably recruit people again.

'Bang! 'a loud sound exploded not far away from me, causing my ears to ring. The air current caused my skin to hurt. It was Sanmei's Desert Eagle that had fired up. One shot went through the half opened wolf mouth of the wolf head monster, probably hitting his tongue at the place where his tongue was.

The monster that was shot in the mouth first stood there with its hand raised and its body slightly swaying. Then the explosion of the high-explosive bomb blew his head, his upper jaw, his nose, and so on away. The lower part of the wolf's mouth and the headless body fell to the ground like a sack. Bones, chunks of flesh, brains, etc.

At the same time that Renato fired, intense gunshots and screams came from the forest, and the radio on Renato's shoulder kept on ringing with cries for help. Sanmei and I followed behind him. As we ran, we called for Lao Hei and the other two to come down to meet us.

By the time we arrived, the gunfire had stopped. The priest was still there, but two nuns were missing, and they were the prettier ones. Three mercenaries were lying on the ground. One of them had a huge hole in his abdomen, and many of his internal organs were ripped out. Part of it hung outside, where the steaming intestines were still squirming.

The other two were not as scary as he looked. Both had their heads smashed by a claw, so wearing a bulletproof helmet was useless. The soldier saved by Sanmei was crossing her arms in front of her chest and mumbling something incomprehensible. I thought that even if God saved you, it was to borrow the gun in Sanmei's hands.

The surviving soldiers surrounded the three corpses, their eyes filled with fear. One of them spoke out like Xiang Lin [1], "I clearly hit him, I clearly hit him, I obviously hit him …"

Renato's anxious brown eyes were blazing with fire. He grabbed the soldier's shoulders and shook him fiercely, "Calm down, Second Lieutenant Carlos. For God's sake, you look a little like a soldier."

"Ordinary bullets are ineffective. These are werewolf bullets. "Otherwise, we can only blow their heads off, or blast them into pieces." Sanmei pulled out his Desert Eagle, pulled out a bullet from the Twisting Spear, grabbed it in the air and threw it at Renato.

While they were looking at the bullets, I asked quietly, "So these are werewolves?"

Sanmei nodded and said, "Yes, when they don't change their bodies, they look exactly the same as normal people and they can also speak various human languages. After the transformation is what you saw just now, the wolf head's body, its speed is extremely fast, its strength is unfathomable. "Well, did you pee in your pants?"

Just as I was about to retort back, Lao Hei and Manager Qian followed along. I told them about the situation.

After Renato heard these words, he looked at the silver bullets and said, "My order is to save everyone. Before I complete the order, as long as I am alive, I will not stop." After he looked at his subordinates, many of them nodded their heads resolutely.

Listening to him, I thought, If only the Italians were like you, why should they have sent Rommel all the way to North Africa during the Second World War?

At this time, a guy wearing explosion-proof glasses that had a close-fitting lens said to Renato. "Boss, I just added this on to the nun that was snatched away." In his hand was a large fashion watch with the words Sony on it. It was worn on the wrist, and the field doctor monitored the pulse. If it was below a threshold, the doctor would be alerted and warned to check the patient's condition. It seemed that the God's armed technicians had added a positioning function to it.

Sanmei turned around and whispered into my ear, "Give them the silver bullets. Bring them along."

I could also tell that this Renato had already entered the state of preparing to "ram against the south wall", so I thought that he would definitely not listen. We have silver bullets, they have coordinates, they help each other and they take what they need.

Hearing my opinion, Renato immediately agreed, no one was a fool indeed. The premise of saving people was that he was still alive. The prerequisite for living was that he had to kill the werewolves blocking his path. The prerequisite for killing the werewolves was that he had to use a silver bullet. Then, Renato asked me what I was doing at Savage Mountain. I only said that I was going to find a very important thing to trick.

Aside from a few people who were escorting the priest and the others onto the plane, the rest of the fifteen soldiers armed with God's will had all gathered here. We distributed the bullets as if they were food. Each of them had 3 magazines, and the machine gunner directly used the ammunition belt on the Manager Qian. On average, each person would have about 100 buddhist silver bullets.

Fortunately, this was an era where the caliber of weapons was highly unified and the technology was sufficiently developed. God armed me with a clear European and American weapon, XM8, AUG, SCAR, L85A1, HK23. The caliber of the weapon is exactly the same as the caliber of my and Manager Qian's bullets. Even if it was Lao Hei's AKS-74U 5.45 caliber bomb, it was still taken away a lot by the three shooters holding the XM8. Because of the high degree of modularity of the XM8, other caliber bullets can be used directly after changing the case. We only have 9MM and 9MM. It was a 50-caliber pistol, so the other caliber pistols didn't have any silver bullets to use.

After being beaten by the autumn wind, our bodies became much lighter, and Renato and the rest became even more anxious. It could be said that if there was no signal, then this hasty march would be courting death. With the signal, things would be much easier. Sanmei and I were running side by side while saying, "Idiot, you were blocking in front of the gun just now, what will you do if they really shoot?"

"Am I not a pile of mud? I have said that good is good, but good is bad, I will let such a kind bullet detour around me. " I said slowly.

"Tsk, that's called 'virtuous water'." After saying that, she also realized that I was spouting nonsense. She smiled and looked at me with praise in her eyes. The limpid autumn water in her eyes almost made me step on the mechanism that was marked by the sharp soldiers.

Following the natives, we have reached the lowest part of the canyon. After a few hours of walking, the medic reported that the signal had disappeared, possibly because the nun with the surveillance equipment had entered the ground. Just when everyone was at their wits' end, the sharp soldier discovered a small path that had been stepped on. After more than forty minutes of stealthy march, we came face to face with an imposing palace, a palace of ancient Rome.