Killing the US fear starts from the fatal bend

Chapter 12 Litchi, what do you want me to do with litchi?

Inside the Williams Farm, a irascible middle-aged white man is angrily putting on a body armor. His face has obvious wrinkles, as if he has been exposed to the sun for a long time, and his thick neck swells at a constant speed with angry breathing. After putting on the body armor, he walked out quickly with a shotgun.

Seeing this, a few people not far away rushed over to stop him, dissuading him: "Refit, don't be impulsive, be rational, that crow is too dangerous."

The red-necked Refite yelled, "Reason, how can you make me be sane?" He continued to move forward without hesitation. "I've had enough of these bloody crows, it's hurt little Potter, it's killing your sheep, and now it's fucking killing my horse!
Now that we have tried to repel it with salt bombs, what are we still doing here? "

While pulling and tugging, suddenly, there were three firecracker-like sounds of "bang bang bang" in the distance.Several people looked happy, and Refite said: "Someone has come to rescue us, let's go and meet up together." He called his son Porter and walked towards the place where the gunshots came.Seeing this, the other three had no choice but to go with them.

When I went out, I found that the thick fog surrounding the farm hadn't dissipated, and a figure with a gun was walking slowly in the distance.

Although only one person came to help, everyone trapped in the farm was still very excited.Since the dense fog appeared 5 days ago, they have lost all contact with the outside world. They wanted to go out through the fog, but every time they walked back by themselves inexplicably.

On the second day, three strange crows began to appear, constantly harassing and attacking the trapped people.The crow was like a messenger from hell. They used shotguns to fight back. The bullets clearly hit, but they seemed to hit the air.They resisted the crow's scratching, and tried to catch the crow with bare hands or with nets, but all were in vain. If it weren't for the numerous scars on their bodies, they would have thought it was a collective hallucination.

From the third day onwards, the three thin crows reappeared and became stronger than before. They would be caught wearing thick clothes, and Refite's son Porter was even caught by several people. A crow was scratching and pecking around, and its eyes were almost pecked out.In desperation, Refite shot with salt bombs, trying to use the short time when the crows were blurred to get little Potter out of trouble, but found that the salt bombs could also play a little role when the crows were blurred, although they couldn't kill those monsters, But at least it can be beaten back.

Five people were guarding the farm warehouse with two shotguns and more than 5 salt bombs, and their lives were temporarily out of danger.

Seeing that they had defensive means, the crows began to attack the livestock on the farm. As time went by, their strength seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, and they could already kill lambs, grab them and throw them to the warehouse door.

In the last few days after being trapped, everyone was in a state of panic at any time. Although there was still some food to avoid starvation, they completely lost contact with the outside world, and they did not know how long they would be trapped.The crows also occasionally entered the warehouse through the glass to attack when they relaxed their vigilance, and occasionally smashed the bloody livestock carcasses to the warehouse door, as if to lure the humans inside to come out to pick up food, and as if to spread fear and deterrence.

Five days passed, and the trapped people began to feel disheartened. Refite, who was the most irritable, couldn't help his inner emotions, and kept clamoring to rush out and die with those damned birds.At this time, they finally saw someone coming through the fog, and everyone was like believers who saw Jesus descend into the world. Excitement, joy, hope, and various emotions burst out from their hearts.

Old Williams followed Refite, and walked excitedly towards the figure in front. As the bureau got closer, the more he looked, the more familiar the "savior" in front of him was, until finally he could see the face of the man clearly , he took a closer look.Oh my son.
Dry!What sin did I do? I was trapped in the mist and was attacked by monsters. Now my son also took the initiative to send me to the door. Now the family is neat and tidy.

The two groups quickly converged.When Luke's parents saw his injured arm, they didn't bother to ask about the outside world at the moment, and first pulled his arm to check the wound.Seeing this, Refite and the others didn't have the nerve to ask more questions, and the group returned to the farm warehouse.

The people trapped in the farm at this time were: Luke's parents Mason Williams and Lillian Williams, Tom Hardy, a hired worker at Williams Farm, and Refett and his son from the farm next door.

After a few people returned to the warehouse, Refite, who was the most irritable, couldn't help asking: "Little Luke, what happened outside? Why can't we get out? Did you come in by yourself? Is there anyone else outside?" A series of questions made Luke momentarily at a loss as to which one to answer.

He sorted out his thoughts, and said what he knew one by one.After learning that the outside police were trying to save them, the people present obviously relaxed a bit, but after hearing that no one else could get through the dense fog, and only Luke came in for the time being, they obviously became disappointed again.Mrs. Williams was both distressed and moved, and whispered that Luke was too impulsive and put herself in danger.

After the greetings and question-and-answer session, Luke also basically grasped the current situation.He said: "So the biggest threat to us now is those crows, right?"

Refite replied in frustration: "Yes, they are like messengers from hell. No matter what method you use, you can't kill them. Only salt bombs can stop them a little bit."

Luke raised his eyebrows and said frivolously, "They're not immortal. I killed one when they came in. There should only be two crows now."

Several people looked at Luke in surprise, a little in disbelief.

Little Potter, who was hurt the most by the crow, looked at Luke adoringly and said, "Really, Brother Luke, how did you kill those hairy monsters?"

Luke raised the shotgun in his hand, and the psychic energy poured down with his mind, covering the entire body of the gun by the way. He pushed it slightly, and the psychic energy attached to the gun body began to stir lightning and flames, followed by Luke More and more spiritual energy was mobilized, and the thunder fire attached to the gun extended and roared, and the dazzling light tore apart the darkness in the warehouse, like a red-yellow snake writhing in the air.

Looking at the extraordinary scene in front of them, several people present were dumbfounded, Little Potter asked in an exaggerated tone: "Brother Luke, are you Thor?"

After showing his ability, Luke put away his psychic powers, let Leihuo calm down, touched Little Potter's head, and said with a smile: "Of course not, I just had a little adventure a while ago."

(End of this chapter)