Chapter 302 The Immortal Werewolf!

"Dad!"

A cry of surprise came from the door behind him, and Norman Osborn turned his head in horror to look at Harry who rushed out of the B&B.

"Damn it, go back!"

However, before he could finish his words, three more figures rushed out of the B&B.

Bang!

With a dull gunshot, the werewolf that was about to pounce on Norman Osborn flew backwards instantly. Ben Parker's eyes were wide open, and he didn't need to think at all, and his finger on the trigger kept pressing.

His shoulders shook with the reverse impact of the gun handle, until he emptied the magazine, and then he trembled and touched his pocket, which contained a handful of bullets he had casually put in it.

Taking advantage of this gap, Norman Osborn finally breathed a sigh of relief. He pushed Harry who wanted to support him away, grabbed the long-barreled shotgun on the ground, and was about to fight back.

Roar!

The two-meter-tall werewolf, with bullet holes all over his body and blood dripping, roared deafeningly, and a fishy wind with a special smell blew in his face.

The severely injured Norman Osborn was shocked to fall to the ground again by this roar.

The gun in his hand was not released at all. Harry looked at the werewolf roaring to the sky in horror, and directly pulled his father and retreated towards Ben Parker and others without saying anything.

As for Ben Parker, he rushed to his wife and son, while May and Peter Parker, who had stayed in front of the house, had already been scared to the spot.

The two-meter-tall body, with muscular bulges, and the crazy roaring mouth revealed the layers of fangs like a megalodon. Under the moonlight, an unparalleled fear made the two of them scared to the spot.

It was not until Harry dragged his father to the door that the two frightened guys woke up.

Peter grabbed Norman Osborn's other arm in a panic, and cooperated with Harry to carry Norman Osborn into the house.

Finally, Ben Parker, while loading bullets, retreated in a panic, looking at the werewolf who pounced again, shot it down with another shot, and then hurriedly rushed into the room under May's pull, and locked the door tightly.

"Shit! Shit--"

"God, what kind of creature is that outside? I clearly hit its heart!"

Ben Parker said tremblingly, while loading the gun with a face full of lingering fear. The scene just now completely overturned his cognition, the monster he had never seen before, and the might of the bullet.

He felt that he must have hallucinated.

"That's a werewolf, it must be a werewolf, God, the ancient legends are all true!"

Peter Parker screamed, his eyes staring at the window covered by the curtains, his eyes full of fear, there was no movement outside, and his heart was getting more and more panicked.

In a trance, he seemed to see the terrifying werewolf smash the window in an instant and jump into the scene of killing.

Norman Osborn, who had recovered his breath at this time, was slumped on the sofa, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with one hand, and holding the long-barreled shotgun firmly with the other hand, with the muzzle pointed at the closed door.

He knew that the seemingly solid door could not stop the monster that could tear the steel door at will.

Harry didn't care about his father's injuries at this time, but rushed to the storage room, and soon took out three shotguns. As a homestay for the rich, it was equipped with a variety of weapons, not only with sufficient ammunition, but also with a wide variety of shotguns.

He quickly picked one and threw it to Peter Parker, who was a little flustered.

"God, I can't use a gun!"

Parker screamed in shock at his brother's actions.

"Parker, don't point the gun at us, just pull the trigger when you see the monster!"

Harry said in a deep voice while quickly loading the gun with ammunition.

The gun he just gave Peter Parker was an AR-15 rifle, which is a very light and easy-to-carry firearm. The empty gun weighs only 4.54 kilograms. It is sturdy and durable. The buttstock and grip are made of synthetic plastic, and the receiver is made of high-grade aluminum material.

It is a further improvement on the AR-10 rifle. Compared with the latter, the main shape is reduced in size.

This rifle is a very suitable hunting rifle for newcomers in terms of weight and backlash.

He looked at the gun in his hand again.

Weatherby Pioneer Shotgun, a bolt-action shotgun produced by Weatherby Company, is much more difficult to use than Peter Parker.

The barrel and bolt are manufactured by the island country Fenghe Company, with high accuracy and low failure rate. At the same time, this gun can use a variety of ammunition.

The power is much stronger than Peter Buck's gun.

Unfortunately, Harry only found some medium-sized bullets suitable for this gun-270-inch Weatherby high-power bullets.

This ammunition is only suitable for short to medium distances, but its power should not be underestimated, and it is not the limit of this gun.

It would be nice if there were 460 Weatherby Magnum shotgun shells...

Harry thought about it while loading the bullet in a panic. As a man who often practiced shooting since childhood, he had only heard of this gun but had never used it, because Norman Osborn had always let him use the gun in Peter Parker's hand.

But now, he could not care about that.

Ah~

The long wolf howl mixed with a certain special frequency filled the outer courtyard of the entire B&B.

His expression revealed an unprecedented solemnity. Ben Parker pointed the muzzle of his gun at the door, and fine beads of sweat quietly slid down his forehead.

At this moment, the whole room was silent, and everyone looked at the behemoth who walked to their house and paced back and forth by the window in fear.

The other party's shadow was reflected on the curtains under the moonlight.

As if teasing the desperate prey, Norman Osborn was reluctant to rush into the room, and he tried to raise the muzzle of the gun.

At this moment, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful for his actions just now. If he had noticed the unusualness of these monsters at the first sight and escaped, maybe this situation would not be like this now.

It was all because of his inner greed. Looking at the pale and frightened Harry, Norman Osborn's eyes flashed a trace of guilt, but soon, this guilt was thrown behind him.

Maybe, there will be another chance?

Thinking of the other party's vigorous appearance after being hit by bullets at close range, a trace of covetousness flashed in his eyes again.

The other party's body and strong vitality are the most fascinating existence he has ever seen in his life. If he can obtain the other party's specimen, he is sure to extract the excellent genes from it and use it to improve their family's defective body!

At that time...

With his eyes flashing, Norman Osborn's inner thoughts were mixed.

Bang!

With the window breaking, his inner reverie also came to an abrupt end.

Bang, bang, bang...

The fierce gunfire rang out, and the werewolf that suddenly rushed in quickly dodged two bullets and was hit by Harry's gun.

Roar!

With a violent roar, he just waved his hand casually, and the tables and chairs beside him were like cannonballs, sweeping heavily towards the Parker family, as well as Harry and others.

Peter Parker fell to the ground in panic, dodging a rapidly shot triangular chair.

As for Harry, who had become a big guy at this moment, he was a little unlucky. Even if he jumped to the side to avoid it, his body was still hit by the corner of the table.

The pain in his side abdomen made his face like a ripe eggplant, and the next moment a scream came out of Harry's mouth.

Seeing his son being attacked, Norman Osborn, as the only one who did not need to dodge, took this opportunity to launch an attack and directly pulled the trigger.

Under the flickering fire, the bullet hit the werewolf monster's head.

"Woo——"

With a strange whimper, the werewolf seemed unable to bear such fatal injuries and fell to the ground. This unexpected surprise made Norman Osborn throw away his worries about his son.

He sat up from the sofa with difficulty, adjusted the muzzle of the gun, and pulled the trigger at the werewolf struggling on the ground.

The werewolf's burly body trembled violently with the impact of the bullet until the opponent's body stopped moving and Norman Osborn's magazine was just empty.

"Did we kill the monster?"

May supported Ben Parker and said with some surprise. As for Peter Parker, he also stood up slowly from behind the sofa, looked at the werewolf carefully, and then rushed to the howling Harry to check the physical condition of his little friend.

The barrel of the gun hit the monster in front of him, and noticed that it did not move at all. Ecstasy rose on Norman Osborn's face.

"Dad!"

Harry wailed in pain, but Norman Osborn seemed to have only the werewolf in his eyes. Seeing his father not paying any attention to him, Harry once again felt his father's indifference as if engraved in his bones.

His face, which was originally pale due to pain, turned even paler, and his resentment towards his father surged in his heart again.

"Hahaha, what a wonderful creature, what a powerful existence! This is simply God's greatest creation!"

Even though the pain in his body made Norman Osborn's muscles twitch constantly, at this moment, looking at the werewolf lying motionless on the ground, he looked crazy, as if everything in front of him had received the greatest reward.

"Norman! Shouldn't you look at your son Harry first?"

Ben Parker on the side looked at Harry, who was still crying softly and enduring the pain, and asked incomprehensibly.

As for Aunt May, she hurried to the side of the two children.

"Thank you, Aunt May!"

Harry looked at the extremely gentle lady in front of him with tears in his eyes.

"Poor kid!"

A trace of sympathy flashed in May's eyes, and she held Harry and Peter in her arms.

As for Norman Osborn, he seemed to have forgotten their existence and was quickly groping the werewolf's body, as if observing something.

Seeing that the other party had no intention of paying attention to him, Ben Parker frowned. To be honest, he didn't like Norman Osborn's way of education.

Even this invitation was for Harry's sake. Seeing the rare time Harry and his father spent together, he, who had originally had a slightly improved impression of Norman Osborn, could not help but dislike him a little.

In Ben Parker's eyes, a father who couldn't even take care of his own son was not worthy of being a father.

Thinking of this, he came to Aunt May and the others, first checked Harry's condition, and saw that there were only some bruises, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

They were looking at Norman Osborn.

At this moment, the man was still lying on the werewolf, and no one knew what he was doing.

"Mr. Norman, now we should contact the police and report what happened here!"

"Contact the police? No!"

Rejecting directly, Norman Osborn's eyes flashed a trace of violence. He wanted to say something else, but his heart suddenly shrank.

A ferocious claw clamped his neck.

Looking at the pair of yellow eyes that suddenly opened, Norman Osborn's fear rose in his heart.