Trickster Hunter.

Chapter 11 Hunter
"Team Yellow... should we withdraw?" a sheriff asked cautiously, his voice very low, as if he was afraid of alarming the "Bloody Mary" in the distance. "It has been confirmed that the target is a strange creature, and the missing people have all died... There is no point in us staying here..."

"Give me the chainsaw." Captain Huang extended his hand to the sheriff who was holding the chainsaw.

"Captain Huang, what do you want to do?" the sheriff who had just spoken asked anxiously, "That's a strange creature!"

"So what if it's a weird thing? I could burn it to ashes 19 years ago... and I can burn it again now!" Captain Huang said fiercely. He removed the gasoline can from the chainsaw, unscrewed the lid, and poured all the gasoline inside into the kettle he carried with him.

"Is Bloody Mary really afraid of fire?" Sun Hang took two steps back, stood next to 0401, and asked in a low voice.

"How...how should I know?" 0401 panted, "I wasn't even born nineteen years ago..."

"The Bloody Mary from nineteen years ago was afraid of fire, but this one is hard to say." 0398 shook his head. "Do you remember what the man in the white coat said during the orientation?"

For strange creatures, past experience may not necessarily come in handy...not only that, sometimes, experience may even backfire and kill you.

But Captain Huang obviously had not received any induction training for investigators... Even if he had, in his current state, he would have completely forgotten this sentence.

When a person's consciousness is completely dominated by anger and fear, there is basically no ability to think left.

The brain will subconsciously leave judgment to instinct and experience, while stimulating a large amount of adrenaline and squeezing out the potential energy of the human body.

Captain Huang began to speed up, and in just two seconds, he rushed from the bottom of the stairs to the side of the blood pool.

He kicked sideways and twisted his body, offsetting the inertia of the forward charge while transferring the remaining kinetic energy along the muscles of his waist, abdomen, and back to his right arm.

The kettle filled with gasoline was thrown out with force, drawing an almost straight trajectory in the air and hitting the hung trainee sheriff heavily.

At the moment he threw the kettle, Captain Huang had already picked up the assault rifle hanging behind him, turned on the safety, and raised the muzzle - in an instant, continuous gunshots in full-automatic mode resounded throughout the hall.

The kettle filled with gasoline exploded instantly, and the flames of the explosion directly engulfed the bodies of "Bloody Mary" and the trainee sheriff. The blazing flames wrapped around the bloated body and the thorns entangled on the body.

The pale body crackled as the flames burned it, but the bright flower was not burned. Instead, its petals completely opened up.

"Die! Monster!" Captain Huang screamed loudly. He had lost his mind. Even though the magazine was empty, he still held the trigger tightly, staring angrily at Bloody Mary who was intact in the flames.

The next second, dozens of thorns stretched out from the blood pool, instantly entangled Captain Huang and dragged him into the pool.

Then, a new bud emerged from the trainee sheriff's eye socket, and the squeezed eyeball fell into a pool of blood with a plop sound.

The flower bud trembled a few times, and the tightly closed petals slowly opened. Suddenly, the bloody smell in the hall became stronger. The carbonized skin began to crack and peel off, and countless flower buds sprouted from the flesh and blood, and then bloomed crazily.

For the first time, Sun Hang felt that the word "a cluster of flowers" could actually be used to describe a corpse that had been burned to charcoal.

The smell of blood in the hall was so strong that it could not be any stronger. To other people, what they breathed into their noses seemed not to be air, but sticky blood plasma… But to Sun Hang, the strong sweet smell had completely overwhelmed the smell of blood. The indescribable hunger made him feel as if he was being tickled by a hundred claws, and he wished he could swallow those newly born flower buds into his stomach immediately.

Sun Hang's remaining rationality told him that this was not normal, but this rationality was soon overwhelmed by the overwhelming appetite.

The sheriffs turned and began to flee, throwing away their heavy equipment and running desperately towards the passage. As for 0401 and 0398, they had retreated into the passage after noticing that the fire had no effect on Bloody Mary, and now they had run into the basement where the portrait of the Countess was hung.

More thorns crawled out from the blood pool, and in just a few breaths they crossed a distance of more than 20 meters, entangled the ankles of the slowest sheriff, and pulled him into the blood pool amid his screams.

The sheriff's screams disappeared the moment the blood plasma covered his head. A few seconds later, an incomplete skeleton slowly floated up from where he sank.

From the perspective of others, it seemed that the blood pool was filled with aqua regia instead of plasma, which ate away the sheriff's flesh and blood in an instant. But in fact, after the sheriff was dragged into the blood pool, his flesh and blood had been completely eaten away by the Bloody Mary roots entrenched at the bottom of the pool.

The thorns of Bloody Mary had spread throughout the entire hall, except for a blank area with a radius of about three meters where Sun Hang was standing. Just like the blood mist before, these thorns were deliberately avoiding him, as if they were afraid of coming into contact with him.

Every time Sun Hang took a step forward, the thorns in front of him would retreat a corresponding distance, which made him a little annoyed.

The strong feeling of hunger drove him step by step towards the blood pool. Just when he was about to reach the edge of the blood pool, a loud noise came from above his head, and a graceful figure broke through the dome of the basement and fell heavily beside the steps.

Sun Hang looked back and saw a tall woman who was over 1.8 meters tall. Her clothes had become torn in the process of drilling through the basement, with only a few rags still hanging on her body.

In sharp contrast to the rags was the woman's fair, smooth and undamaged skin.

"Target confirmed, serial number D-37, 'Bloody Mary'." The woman muttered to herself, "Beginning the liquidation mission."

As soon as she finished speaking, countless black scales emerged from under her skin and wrapped around her perfect body in the blink of an eye.

Sharp black bone spurs emerged from "her" knees and elbows. At the original position of the butterfly bones, a pair of folded slender limbs broke through the body surface and stretched out.

The two segments are connected by an elastic wing membrane, the surface of which is covered with a layer of fine scales with a metallic luster. These fine scales rub against each other, making a series of teeth-grinding metallic scratching sounds.

In just a few seconds, the woman who fell from the sky turned into a humanoid monster with wings.

(End of this chapter)