Chapter 301 Norman Osborn's Fear

Plop!

His body collided with the wooden board, and at this moment, Norman Osborn felt as if he was hit by a speeding car.

The severe pain in his chest made it impossible for him to struggle to get up for a while, and a feeling of suffocation surged into his throat.

Puff!

Bright red blood gushed out of his mouth, and the pain in his back spine came again. Looking at the gun that fell to the side, Norman Osborn's eyes were bloodshot.

…

Back to 30 minutes ago, he walked out of the B&B and heard the wolf howl from a distance. After a brief thought, he thought it was impossible to get there on foot. Regardless of safety or distance, he chose to drive the car to check the situation.

The woods shrouded in the night were clearly visible under the light. Following the wolf's howl, he quickly arrived at the target location. Just as he was about to get off the car and quietly go to check the situation.

On the other side of the earth slope, fierce gunfire suddenly came, and the dim light illuminated the jungle not far away. Norman Osborn knew that he was close to the road at this time. In order to avoid being hit by stray bullets, he did not show his figure rashly.

And the group of wild wolves seemed to be hunted by humans.

With a trace of anxiety in his eyes, he still couldn't restrain his curiosity. He got out of the car, hooked his body, and quietly touched the place where the wild wolves and humans were fighting. Soon he came to a higher earth slope on the side of the road.

He stuck his head out, and the sound of gunfire one after another made him only secretly look at the situation outside.

And when he saw the scene in front of him, he was completely stunned.

There was no ordinary wild wolf in front of him. The legs were upright, the burly body was nearly two meters tall, the brown or black hair was fluffy and banged up, and the muscles of the limbs were like human arms. It seemed that it could break gold and crack rocks when waving!

This is exactly the same as the werewolves in the Nordic legend. They walk upright and jump. With a light step, they can jump a distance of three to four meters. And the ones fighting with them are actually a group of beautiful patrolmen.

And it seems that there are not only those patrolmen, but also FBI agents.

As a director of the Osborn Group who has dealt with them, it is not difficult for Norman Osborn to recognize those guys.

But what really shocked him was the group of "werewolves"!

They have unparalleled speed. When jumping and moving, they can even easily take the motorcycle away. Roman saw with his own eyes that a werewolf grabbed a motorcycle and threw it towards the three police officers hiding behind the car.

The police car was instantly dented and slid back a full distance of four or five meters under the drive of the motorcycle. As for the police officers hiding behind the car, they were directly knocked to the ground by the car and dragged by the car to slide backwards.

Screams and gunshots came one after another.

Norman stared at one of the werewolves who jumped in front of the police officer and pierced the man's chest with a claw. The horrifying and bloody scene further stimulated Norman Osborn.

A strong American agent was torn in half alive in front of him.

Bullets hit the werewolf one after another, splashing blood, but it seemed that it could not bring a fatal blow to the werewolf. The werewolf actually rushed towards another police officer who had hurriedly entered the car with the bullets.

With just a casual pull, the door of the police car, which had not yet been closed, was instantly pulled down like tearing paper.

As for the police hiding in the car, they could only pull the trigger helplessly to empty the magazine, and finally they were pressed in the car by the werewolf with despair on their faces and bitten wildly.

The bright red blood was extremely dazzling in the dim light.

The battle situation between the two sides was only deadlocked for half a minute, and then it became one-sided.

One police officer after another fell in a pool of blood, including FBI agents who began to suffer casualties. The werewolves slaughtered the humans in front of them, and from time to time they let out soul-stirring wolf howls.

"What kind of creatures are these? How could there be such powerful... such excellent creatures?"

Norman Osborn's face was mixed with a trace of fear, but there was an uncontrollable excitement in his eyes.

"If I get their samples, can this powerful vitality bring changes to our family?"

Muttering to himself, Osborn subconsciously grabbed the shotgun beside him, and an uncontrollable greed surged into his heart.

"Just one! Such powerful strength and vitality should not be wasted on these beasts. They are waiting for someone who can truly own them and discover their potential!"

As if to convince himself, Osborn pointed the muzzle of the gun at a werewolf near the road in the forest that was frantically slapping the police officers on the car.

Looking at the hideous muzzles on the werewolf, the attack that could bring a fatal threat to normal life seemed to be just a tickle. Not only did it not cause the werewolf to fall into a state of serious injury, but it made it even more violent.

What a wonderful life form.

With his finger on the trigger, Norman Osborn's eyes flashed with a trace of determination.

Just as he was about to shoot.

Bang!

The door of a large police car flipped out instantly. The huge movement attracted Norman Osborn's attention. He looked at the werewolf who tore the door open in surprise. A slender figure came out, but the werewolf did not get out of the person in the car, but grabbed him and rushed into the dark woods.

This strange behavior made Norman Osborn's heart tighten. Although he did not see the face of the kidnapped girl, he knew that it was a human.

"These guys are not beasts? They have a purpose!"

Norman Osborn opened his eyes wide. The werewolf's behavior seemed to be specifically to take the girl away!

This unusual discovery made him dare not fire casually. The intelligent beasts were completely different from those he usually hunted.

He looked at the single-barreled shotgun in his hand, and then looked at the werewolves scattered around, and the police car that ran back to the car in fear to escape.

The change in the situation in front of him made him realize that the situation was over.

"Damn..."

He looked at the werewolves running into the jungle with a somewhat unwilling look on his face. Some of them were rushing towards him. He did not try to attack and ran towards his car without hesitation.

He noticed that there were werewolves coming towards him.

Bang!

He closed the car door tightly, started the engine, and the car sped away with a violent roar.

A long wolf howl sounded behind him, and Norman Osborn finally became a little flustered, and an ominous premonition came to his mind.

He seemed to be unconsciously involved in this mysterious incident, and he seemed to be targeted by those strange guys!

"Fuck, what's going on?"

He cursed secretly in his heart, and the car shot out, driving forward while observing the situation behind through the rearview mirror.

However, under the influence of the night, he could not see clearly whether there were werewolves behind him.

It was not until he saw the B&B that Norman Osborn breathed a sigh of relief.

He got out of the car with his shotgun and rushed to his homestay without hesitation. He wanted to leave this place with his son.

However, just as he was about to reach his room, a strong wind behind him made him feel scared.

He pointed the loaded shotgun at his back, and the attacker slapped him in the face.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, the bullet exploded on the opponent's body, and the opponent's claws hit his chest heavily.