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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0122_part_02
Chapter 205
chapter 0122 part 2
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)
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)
