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Chapter 1432 Vampires and Werewolves
Great Britain, London.

Inside the subway station, the lights were dim and there was an unusual tension in the air.

On the platform, the crowd was bustling with people, each busy with their own things. Some were looking down at their phones, while others were anxiously checking the timetable. They all seemed to be waiting for the subway to arrive, completely unaware of the coming storm.

Suddenly, a deafening gunshot broke the tranquility of the subway station, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

A burly black man, whose height far exceeded that of an ordinary man and whose muscles bulged like steel, suddenly turned around, his eyes red as if burning with flames, and he roared, "Vampire!"

Before he finished speaking, he pulled out a submachine gun from his arms and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Bullets poured out like raindrops, instantly creating a bloody storm in the subway station.

The pedestrians were terrified, screaming and crying. They ran in all directions, trying to escape from this death trap.

In the midst of this chaos, several figures quickly stood out from the crowd. They were wearing black tights, sunglasses on their faces, and holding pistols or submachine guns in their hands. They fired at the black men without hesitation.

The sounds of gunfire and explosions intertwined, and the subway station instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire.

The sturdy black man was not afraid at all. He held a submachine gun in each hand and charged forward while shooting wildly at a white man.

The white man was wearing a gray windbreaker and had a handsome face, but his eyes revealed a frightening chill. He dodged bullets flexibly while looking for opportunities to fight back.

However, at this critical moment, another man suddenly rushed out of the crowd, holding a pistol, and fired fiercely at the black man.

Gunshots rang out, and the white man was unable to dodge. He was shot several times, and blood stained his collar. He groaned in pain, fell to the ground, and his body began to convulse.

At this moment, a shocking scene occurred. Purple lines suddenly appeared on the white man's body, twisting and snaking like venomous snakes, and quickly spread all over his body.

His expression became hideous, as if he was suffering from unspeakable pain.

Immediately afterwards, his face began to show signs of burns, and his skin quickly turned black and carbonized.

"It's ultraviolet radiation ammunition!"

A man standing not far away exclaimed, his voice full of fear and despair.

Ultraviolet radiation ammunition is a weapon specifically designed to deal with supernatural creatures such as vampires. It is powerful enough to turn any creature into ashes in an instant.

At this critical moment, a woman in a black windbreaker suddenly fell from the ceiling.

She had a slender figure and her black semi-short hair was neat and refreshing, but what was most striking was her skin, which was so white that it looked inhuman, as pale as a dead person.

Her eyes twinkled like cold stars, revealing a kind of coldness.

She descended lightly from the ceiling, holding two guns, and started shooting wildly at the black man.

The power of the two guns was far beyond what humans could bear. Every bullet hit the black man like a meteorite, sparking sparks.

The black man was forced to retreat again and again. He took the opportunity to hide behind a pillar and quickly replaced the bullets.

However, the fighting did not stop there. Another man with a gun appeared at the entrance of the subway station.

He was wearing a black combat uniform, night vision goggles on his face, and holding an assault rifle tightly in his hands.

Without hesitation, he fired at the black man fiercely, making the man so miserable that he had to flee madly and eventually ran into a subway car.

At this point, there were only two people left on each side. The other vampire and the black man were shooting at each other through the glass.

The sound of gunfire and explosions echoed in the subway station, seemingly endlessly. Soon, both sides ran out of bullets.

The white man took the opportunity to run onto the train and chase the black man.

The train sped through the subway station, making a rumbling sound.

The white man and the black man chased each other all the way and fought from inside the car to outside the car.

In the end, the two of them rushed out of the carriage together and fell heavily on the railroad tracks.

The two looked at each other, their eyes filled with hatred and murderous intent.

Suddenly, something changes in the black man.

The bones in his body began to twist and deform violently, as if something was wreaking havoc inside him.

In an instant, he turned from an ordinary person into a werewolf standing on two legs.

His eyes turned blood red, and his fangs emerged from the corners of his mouth, flashing with cold light.

The white man on the opposite side was not willing to be outdone.

He suddenly opened his mouth, revealing two sharp fangs.

He stood up, clenched his hands into fists, and prepared for the upcoming battle.

"Roar!" The burly black man let out a deafening roar and instantly pounced on the white man.

The white man flexibly dodged the opponent's attacks while looking for opportunities to counterattack.

The two figures moved quickly on the rails, and each collision was accompanied by a metallic sound.

When Selina discovered that there were so many werewolves, she couldn't help but feel shocked.

Didn't they say that all the werewolves had been wiped out?
Her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, but soon, years of combat experience helped her calm down quickly.

At a moment like this, any panic would be fatal.

She quickly pulled out a row of special darts from her waist.

When not in use, the dart is like a compact disc, light and easy to carry.

But the moment they left the palms of the hands and were thrown out, they seemed to be given life. With the effects of centrifugal force and inertia, the discs quickly unfolded, and the sharp blades on the edges flashed coldly in the light, eventually turning into sharp blade darts with blood grooves and barbs.

These darts draw graceful arcs in the air. Their shape is not only beautiful, but also contains the principles of aerodynamics, which allows them to change direction stably during flight and is difficult to predict.

Selina's eyes were calm and focused. She accurately calculated the position and distance of each werewolf and adjusted the launching angle and strength of the darts.

Several werewolves hiding behind the pillars were caught off guard. They thought they were hiding well enough, but they didn't expect Selina's attack to be so precise and swift.

The dart was like the scythe of the god of death, cutting through the air and hitting the target with a whistling sound.

As they pierced deeply into the werewolves' flesh, the barbs instantly entangled with their flesh, as if to lock up their souls as well.

"Ah!" A shrill howl echoed in the night sky. The werewolves that were hit twisted their bodies in pain, their eyes filled with fear and despair.

(End of this chapter)