Volume 1 Chapter 33 Hunter - Blade Without Worries

  Dim light, intricate alleys, the faint chill of early winter seeped in through the gaps between collars and sleeves, causing Ye Feng to slightly furrow his brow.

  The occasional barking of a stray dog in the distance, carried on the wind, gradually calmed his mood and suppressed his urgent impatience.

  With slow steps, Ye Feng walked alone, seemingly aimlessly forward.

  In the darkness, a pair of scarlet eyes peered out from a dimly lit corner for an instant before vanishing without a trace.

  He turned his face, wrinkled his nose, and the corner of Ye Feng's mouth slightly rose, "Fool!" The faint scent of blood in the air was captured by him very easily.

  All that could be heard was a faint sound of breaking wind, and a black shadow rushed towards Ye Feng's direction with lightning speed.

  "Bang... Bang..." Two piercing gunshots pierced the stillness of the dark night.

  The creature that collapsed to the ground was a black, long-haired monster. Its cold eyes flashed with a hint of doubt and unwillingness, and it looked up at the young man who was walking towards it with a mixture of surprise and fear.

  "Rest in peace!" Ye Feng raised the silver pistol, aiming at the monster's head, and pulled the trigger without any emotion.

  "Target - Werewolf Wolf, confirmed dead! Mission accomplished!" A slightly lazy voice came through the earpiece, "Not bad!"

  Ye Feng just smiled faintly and then left...

  At dawn, the sun rising in the east shines its light on this seaside town.

  That ugly corpse remained quietly lying there until it was discovered by a little girl who went for a morning run, and she let out a terrifying scream of up to 150 decibels. The werewolf was a monster that she had never seen before. At first, she thought it was a giant gorilla that had escaped from the zoo, but as she approached and saw its ferocious face and blood-red eyes, she couldn't help but let out a terrified scream.

  The screams attracted the attention of many residents, and so the poor werewolf's corpse was gawked at by the entire town in its naked state.

  When the police arrived, the nearby residents had already dispersed.

  Looking at the corpse of the monster, the police officer in charge of cracking the case dialed his superior's number. In less than an hour, two men wearing plain clothes arrived.

  The person in charge simply pulled out some documents from his pocket, and the police officer in charge of guarding immediately left with his group.

  "Head, this werewolf was actually shot!" A red-haired young man exclaimed with a shocked expression after seeing the corpse.

  "There's nothing strange about it, isn't this how most of the dark creatures around New York have been dying lately?" The middle-aged man who spoke first was not very tall, looking to be around forty years old. His face had a slightly yellowish tint and he had an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth. Although his expression seemed calm, after seeing the corpse, his eyes clearly flickered with an inexplicable light. What was it that sparked his interest?

  He walked up to the corpse, squatted down and carefully examined it.

  "Their skin, I mean the werewolves', is harder than steel plate, bullets can't cause them any substantial harm, let alone the strength of their muscles and bones inside. And these dark creatures have an incredibly strong ability to heal wounds, so bullets can't possibly cause them fatal injuries." The red-haired young man explained.

  "It's also thinking that way, so now it's lying here......" The middle-aged man didn't even turn his head, flipped the wolfman's head over, and pointed the muzzle of the submachine gun at himself.

  "He was hit by three bullets, one in the chest, one in the heart and another fatal wound to the head." The middle-aged man quickly drew his own conclusion.

  "There were only three shell casings on the ground, which means that person had only fired three shots and taken down a werewolf?" A flash of fear flickered in the red-haired youth's eyes.

  "The gun has undergone special modifications, and the bullets have also been specially processed. I took a look just now, and there's no bullet left in the wound, but there are signs of scorching inside. It's likely that he mixed some other substance into the bullet casing to produce this effect. The surface of the bullet should have undergone a silver plating process, because the healing ability of dark creatures would be destroyed by silver. The inner layer of the shell is magnesium, and when the bullet collides with the werewolf's body, the high temperature generated instantly will cause the magnesium to burn, releasing a large amount of heat. The silver plating wraps around it, causing the heat to have nowhere to dissipate, resulting in an explosion. I estimate that his internal organs have been blown to pieces by these two bullets, and we'll know the accuracy of my analysis once we dissect them later." The middle-aged man analyzed the limited information they had obtained so far with a calm tone.

  "But there's one thing I don't understand, if his goal was to make it fatal by hitting the werewolf's heart and head, then he only needed two bullets. Why did he still shoot at the werewolf's chest?" The red-haired man raised his own doubts.

  "The human body is most likely to be shot in this area, because it's the largest! The middle-aged man drew a circle on his chest and continued to explain, "Werewolves are a kind of dark creature with terrifying speed and explosive power. Within a short distance, their movement is two to three times faster than that of humans of the same level. In this case, in order to ensure that the bullet hits the target's heart, the killer needs a brief pause, and the shot to the chest serves this purpose. After being shot, the werewolf will experience an extremely brief pause due to the impact of the bullet and the pain transmitted to the brain. The killer seizes this pause, aiming the second shot at the werewolf's heart. After the second shot, the werewolf's heart is severely damaged, its entire bodily function paralyzed, followed by the fatal third shot."

  "Frightening computing power..." The red-haired man exclaimed. "This case should be the same person as the one a few days ago."

  "That's right, it's the hunter who took on this task we released - Dao Feng." The middle-aged man raised a smile at the corner of his mouth. "It seems that the wolfman we intentionally released this time and the task of killing the wolfman have achieved their purpose. It's really a good bait, I was originally worried that the one who took the task, Dao Feng, was not the person we wanted to find..."

  "He's just doing his job, it's legal for hunters to do this sort of thing. We don't have the right to chase him down, he's just completing his task." The red-haired man shrugged helplessly.

  "No big deal, I just simply want to know what kind of person can complete tasks with such a weird method in this world where might makes right. No other meaning..." The middle-aged man stood up, spat out the cigarette butt from his mouth, and slightly raised the corner of his mouth...