abnormal mutation

Chapter 3 Reversal
'I need to lure them here first,' Wang Yun thought to himself.

The three men were warming themselves by a fire and boiling water behind him, about three meters away. They likely had weapons nearby, making it unsuitable for a surprise attack.

His plan was to pretend to have just woken up, which would surely draw the enemy's attention. He would then use this opportunity to unleash his two wolves for a sneak attack, hoping to take down one or two of them. Even if that failed, the wolves could use the chance to tear the ropes and free him, allowing him to decide whether to fight or flee later.

He mentally rehearsed the sequence several times, afraid of making any mistakes. But before he could put it into practice, he heard someone stand up and walk straight toward him.

He was startled and quickly let out a soft groan. Then he slowly opened his eyes, raised his head, and pretended to be confused, but secretly moved his body slightly to try to relax his muscles.

The footsteps stopped suddenly.

Wang Yun tilted his head slightly, and out of the corner of his eye, he could see a pointed head with messy, wine-red hair.

"Boss, he's awake." There was a hint of surprise in his voice.

"Back off!" The voice was cold and urgent, startling the burgundy-haired henchman who hurriedly took a few steps back.

Wang Yun's heart skipped a beat; this was completely different from what he had expected. This person had been completely unguarded before, so why had he suddenly become so wary?

With a crisp scraping sound of blades rubbing together, a tall, burly man with a thick beard, holding a hunting knife in his left hand and a revolver in his right, quietly entered Wang Yun's line of sight.

At this moment, he was on guard, his eyes were alert, his finger was on the trigger, and the muzzle of the gun was always steadily pointed at Wang Yun's forehead.

Wang Yun's eyes flickered slightly; the situation had changed. He hadn't expected the other party to have a gun.

The technology of the Sid Empire was mainly based on steam power and lacked electrical automation. Its productivity was far inferior to that of the previous world. Firearms were expensive to manufacture and required a license, which was very difficult to obtain, so they were not commonly seen in civilian life.

The revolver in the bearded man's hand should be the Imperial Elite II Single Action Army Type Revolver, nicknamed "Peacemaker". The original owner had seen it in the only gun shop in Ice River Town and had been envious of it for a long time.

According to the original owner's memory, the official price of this revolver was around 45 German dollars, which was quite expensive.

The German dollar, also known as the Nisu, is a new currency issued by the Hidden Empire in 2551 to replace the old Nisu gold coin. It has been in circulation for 22 years and has very strong purchasing power.

One German dollar equals one hundred cents, and a whole wheat bread weighing one Mina only costs five or six cents.

The original owner didn't know the other party had a gun, or rather, the other party took him down without even using a gun, so he deserved his fate. Since the other party had a gun, he couldn't act rashly; timing became even more crucial.

"Am I that scary?" Wang Yun mimicked the original owner's tone, sneering with a hint of disdain and sarcasm.

Upon hearing Wang Yun's words, the bearded man's behavior became strange; he relaxed and his expression was no longer so tense. He scrutinized Wang Yun from head to toe, his flushed face filled with deep surprise and confusion.

"You're still alive?" He holstered his pistol, but didn't take another step closer. "What just happened?"

"I had something else to ask you," Wang Yun said curtly, his expression unpleasant.

The original owner's temper was as cold and hard as the Frost River in the North, so he had to act out some of the character's charm to avoid arousing suspicion.

"Nightmare?" The bearded man's eyes flickered, as if he had thought of something.

"probably."

"What did you dream about?"

"forget."

A flash of anger crossed the bearded man's eyes, and his face turned even redder. Roland never looked at him directly, his disdain and contempt undisguised.

He vowed that once he succeeded, he would make the other party taste his methods. He stepped to the side, standing a step in front of Wang Yun, meeting his gaze at a distance.

Where is the medal?

"I'm curious, what's the use of that polar bear getting the medal if it doesn't even have Otto's name?" Wang Yun lowered his head slightly, but his eyes were looking up at him sideways, looking rather irritating.

The "white bear" he was referring to was, of course, the owner of the White Bear Labor Service Company. His nickname was White Bear, but he was actually a brown-skinned southerner. The only thing he had in common with White Bear was that they were both rather fat.

“You worry too much. Hand it over, and I’ll give you a quick death. Otherwise, begging like a dog isn’t dignified.” The bearded man placed the hunting knife in front of Wang Yun, his rough fingertips constantly rubbing the feather patterns on it.

Wang Yun glanced at him sideways, but was actually secretly observing the positions of the others.

The bearded man was directly in front of him, no more than a step away, and his anger was at its peak. The burgundy-haired henchman was two steps to his left and slightly ahead, holding a short hunting knife with a spearhead, his stance relaxed and lacking vigilance. The last man was to his left and slightly behind, not approaching, presumably tending to the fire, boiling water, and preparing food.

While observing, he continued his sarcastic remarks: "Hey, you have good communication skills, you've been to school."

"Let's see how long you can keep up your stubbornness!" The bearded man couldn't hold back any longer. He took a half step forward with his left foot, switched the hunting knife to his right hand, grabbed Wang Yun's hair with his left hand, and pretended to flick the hunting knife towards his ear.

Wang Yun stopped waiting. He suddenly raised his head, pretending to look towards the wooden door on his right, his eyes wide with anger and his mouth slightly open, feigning fear.

The lifelike expression fooled the group; they paused, instinctively looking towards the door.

"Kill!" Wang Yun immediately murmured.

Two dark shadows rose from his body without warning, one on his left chest and the other on his right shoulder, clearly two wolf heads. Their teeth gleamed coldly, their eyes were like dark abysses, filled with a thirst for blood and slaughter, and their wolf lips were slightly upturned, forming a cruel arc.

The bearded man was the first to react. His pupils contracted, his hair stood on end, and before he could even turn his head, his hunting knife swung out. At the same time, he leaned back, trying to dodge the first wave of attacks.

Unfortunately, it was too late. The wolf on his chest had already emerged, its left paw cruelly gripping his left wrist, tearing flesh and blood vessels as it lunged forward. The other wolf deftly sliced ​​through the bearded man's gun strap with its sharp claws and tossed it at Wang Yun's feet.

Facing the wolf's kiss that was inches away, the bearded man leaned back as far as he could, while simultaneously striking the wolf's head with his left fist.

Without dodging or evading, the black wolf bit into the bearded man's throat just before the fist was about to strike, and violently shook its head back and forth. Instantly, a blood-red fountain appeared in the small wooden hut, scalding blood splattering everywhere.

With a thud, the bearded man collapsed to the ground, his neck mangled and torn, his trachea and blood vessels ripped apart, and even the wheezing sound from his trachea grew weaker and weaker.

Only then did Wang Yun get a clear look at the two wolf-like beasts. They were wolf-like in appearance, as black as ink, about 1.8 meters long, 70 centimeters tall at the shoulder, with sharp claws and teeth, and agile movements.

What's most striking is that they are enveloped in a faint black mist, and their teeth and claws glow with an eerie light, making them appear almost tangible—clearly evil messengers who have just emerged from the abyss.

'This... looks impressive.' Wang Yun was very satisfied. In reality, pretending to be weak to take advantage of others isn't popular; having a high-class image can avoid a lot of trouble.

At that moment, the other black wolf easily dealt with the burgundy-haired henchman and blocked the doorway. Only one man remained, huddled in a corner, clutching an axe, trembling with despair.

A black wolf ran happily to Wang Yun's side and cut the rope in a few strokes; even the wire around its feet couldn't stop its sharp claws.

Wang Yun slowly stood up and carefully moved his body. The feeling of being freed from restraints was wonderful. He was filled with the joy of surviving the holiday, and even the bloody and terrifying scene around him became less frightening.

"I should say I've been reborn! From now on, I am Roland."

He bent down to pick up the hunting knife and the belt with the holster, his feelings a bit complicated. This unfamiliar body was a constant reminder that he had transmigrated.

He cleared his mind of the jumbled thoughts, opened the holster, pulled out the heavy revolver, held the gun in his right hand, and awkwardly pulled the hammer with his left. The cylinder spun crisply, making him inexplicably excited.

This was his first time handling a gun, and he was quite excited, wanting to shoot something.

He mimicked the posture of a policeman in a gunfight movie, holding the gun with both hands and pointing the muzzle at the man in the corner.

At the same time, the black wolf beneath his feet bared its fangs and slowly approached the man, making a whimpering sound, as if it would attack at any moment.

Black Wolf was telepathically connected to him, and he could command Black Wolf with a thought, which was more precise and faster than words. Black Wolf's surrender of his weapon just now was at his instruction.

“I’ll ask, you answer. If you satisfy me, I’ll allow you to take off your coat and leave.” Roland felt he should give the other person some hope.

"I'll talk, I'll talk, please don't let it get any closer." The man's voice trembled with sobs, and he was on the verge of a breakdown.

Perhaps in his eyes, the two extraordinary "black demons" were more terrifying than gunfire.

The units of weight, length, and volume used in the text are modified and referenced from the weights and measures of ancient Persia, ancient Greece, ancient Babylon, and ancient Rome.

1 Tarun equals 60 Minas (abbreviated as Mi), and 1 Mina equals 60 Shekels.

1 mil = 480 grams, which is close to one jin (500 grams).

1 sheckler = 8 grams = 8 milliliters.

Most of the text is in decimal, and conversions will be made where weights are involved, so it will not cause any reading difficulties.

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