"He's gone! Quick, attack him!"
Kandor roared and pulled the trigger first.
"ah!!!"
Everyone also roared, as if they wanted to release the emotions they had suppressed in their hearts with the bullets.
The bullet passed through the monster's wound and entered its body. The ammunition poured out like it was free of charge, and the flame from the muzzle seemed to light up the night.
Finally, with an unwilling cry, the huge insect could no longer support its body and fell to the ground.
"Huhuhu~"
Everyone began to breathe heavily at this moment. They looked at the mess on the field and felt extremely complicated.
John treated his wound with a bandage. Fortunately, the monster did not damage his aorta, which allowed him to save his life today.
"Everyone, check the ammunition, help the wounded, let's go to the trees!"
He issued his latest order, which confused some people.
"Commander, it's so dangerous here, why don't we leave?"
John shook his head and said:
"No, if we leave now, leave this light source, and encounter those monsters again in the black night, I'm afraid we won't be able to die even if we have nine lives. And the trees here can't burn to make fire. The best we have now is The way is to hide in a tree and wait for daylight to come..."
John's statement made everyone nod, and everyone immediately became busy.
Watching them start to set up the suspended tent, John sat up while he was still alive. His wounds had been bandaged and the bleeding had stopped, and he was temporarily out of danger.
However, in order not to cause other possible fatal symptoms, he must return to the camp as soon as possible for safe and hygienic disinfection.
Touching the place where the monster bit him on his thigh, John felt a strange numbness, and there seemed to be a small bump inside, which made him feel very uncomfortable.
However, the physical discomfort was only temporary, but the pain in his heart was permanent. John looked at the place where the explosion occurred not far away and couldn't help but sigh slightly:
"Charles, don't worry, I will definitely help you take good care of Cass..."
No one else knows what happened to the sea lion team yet. Rather than being forced to fight the monsters, some people actively wanted to find and hunt these guys.
…
USA, Texas, small town of Morgan Tosk.
This is a peaceful town. Like most rural areas in the United States, the population in this town is not large. Every household is familiar, and there are very few outsiders traveling here on weekdays.
Some public facilities in the town are very scarce. There is only one school, one hospital, one park, one church, and four banks...
Here, not even everyone’s favorite food, Grandpa Ken and Uncle Mai, are available.
Even if you are passing by here and want to put a tank of gas in your car, you may have to wait until the first of every week.
Because the owner of the only gas station here will only set out to replenish gasoline at that time.
Although the small town of Morgan Tosk is simple, it is very peaceful and comfortable. The people living here seem to be isolated from the world, forgetting their worries and quietly enjoying a prioritized and comfortable life.
In the past two days, people in the town have been smiling even more. The usually deserted streets are now crowded with people. Discount signs are posted in front of every store, and signs are hung on the houses of residents. Decorated, it looks like a festival.
But they are indeed celebrating the festival, or in other words, preparing to celebrate the festival.
Tomorrow, November 2nd, is a special festival in the small town of Morganstock - Milk Festival.
The Milk Festival originated 50 years ago. Because the town produced a large amount of milk, but it was wasted every time because it could not be drunk, so the residents at that time gathered the excess milk and celebrated it together. As a result, over time, for this holiday.
Of course, festivals like this are not exclusive to the small town of Morganstock. There are many places like this in rural America. Because too much milk causes waste, everyone gathers to have a carnival. However, it depends on the location. Different towns have different so-called festivals at different times and have different names.
Milk Festival is a festival loved by many adults and children. On the day of the festival, they will prepare many oversized basins and vats and place them on the streets or in front of their homes.
On the day of the festival, they fill the pots they prepared. The bigger the pot, the more respect they have among their neighbors.
At that time, not only humans, but also many animals will join in the carnival. They like the milk in the basin. If there are many animals in front of a basin, it will undoubtedly become the envy of others in the next period of time.
Many people living in big cities in the United States have never participated in a festival like this. They have never even heard of such a day, and they are very surprised and interesting about this custom.
Aaron Griffin is such a person.
He was walking on this vibrant street at the moment. The morning sunshine made him feel very comfortable, and he benefited from the curious glances from the residents around him from time to time.
Aaron knew why everyone thought of him so much, because he had white hair and wore a retro windbreaker jacket. Although he had no muscles, he was still tall and looked quite handsome.
Of course, these are all his own thoughts.
Aaron is an ordinary young man born in Button City. Three years ago, his only relative, Grandpa Barr, left him forever, and he began to live a life alone.
Aaron has had a dream since he was a child. He wants to be a demon hunter!
This dream seemed a bit ridiculous to others. Even his parents who left him long ago scorned him. Only his grandfather always supported him from behind.
And the reason why he said this is because Aaron's grandfather also firmly believed in this idea, and even took out a pocket watch in a serious manner, saying that this was a piece of evidence that had been passed down in the family...
When he was very young, his grandfather began to tell him some stories about witchers, such as road banshees, forest ogres, clock ghosts, cursed witches, etc. Aaron was deeply involved in each and every interesting story. I yearn endlessly, wishing that I could become the protagonist in the story and conquer those dark and evil creatures one by one.
These are also things that his grandfather, who was a bit of a middle schooler, always wanted to do.
It's just that my grandfather was old and couldn't put his ideas into action, so he could only leave with regret.
After his grandfather left, Aaron was left alone. He relied on a deposit left by his parents to live on the interest, and devoted himself wholeheartedly to his demon hunting plan.
It's a pity that his long preparation did not pay off for him. After searching for a year, he still did not find any reliable clues. Even if there were similar rumors, it was only when he went to confirm them that he discovered that they were all first. It's just a deceptive story.
But today, Aaron feels that he should gain something, because the recent monster incidents that have been reported indicate that there may really be some extraordinary creatures in this world.
It was just bad luck that he hadn't found it before. Now, he learned from a report in a corner of a newspaper that someone had encountered some strange things in the small town of Morganstock, Texas...
PS: Thanks to the Birch Tree in the South for the 100-coin reward!
