Chapter 8 Ambush

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Hearing Elena's words, Gregor also let out a long breath, leaned back in the chair behind him, and said.

"Whoo... I hope something unexpected happens to her convoy on the way and delays it for two days. Otherwise, if she arrives in Ygwynte and doesn't see me, she'll hate me to death..."

Gregor rubbed his temples helplessly and said. After thinking for a while, Elena replied.

"It seems that you have a good relationship with your sister, Captain."

"More or less... After all, our parents passed away when we were very young, so she's my only blood relative... I've kind of made something of myself in the city now, so I want to bring her here to enjoy a good life. Most importantly, I want her to go to school in the city and receive an education. There's no future in staying in the village for a lifetime..." Leaning back in the seat, Gregor said with a reminiscent look, and Elena added.

"Is this what you call making something of yourself? Captain, you're the youngest captain of a hunter team in the history of Ygwynte's branch. You're the youngest apprentice rank. The director said you have a promising future ahead of you. How can this just be considered making something of yourself?"

"Oh, Elena, don't say such things to me. Although I'm doing well in the bureau, this profession can't be made public. In the eyes of the public, I'm just an ordinary guy..."

Leaning back in the seat, Gregor crossed his legs and said. While crossing his legs, he took out a cigarette from the drawer of the sheriff's desk, then struck a match from a box on the table, lit the cigarette and put it in his mouth. After a while, he started puffing out clouds of smoke.

"Hey, it's impolite to smoke in front of a lady..." Looking at Gregor in front of her, Elena said, sounding a bit annoyed. Gregor gave her a disdainful look and said.

"Alright, alright... I'm just in a bad mood and need a puff. Besides, didn't you say that when we're in the team, you should be treated like a man?"

"Whoo...

"I really hope this is just some kind of madness on the part of those policemen. I hope we can go back tomorrow..." Blowing out a puff of smoke, Gregor said slowly. Just then, there came a rush of hasty footsteps outside. Then a hunter team member dressed all in black pushed open the door and entered the sheriff's office.

"Captain, we found this on that corpse!"

Quickly walking to the desk, the hunter team member handed an envelope to Gregor. Seeing this, Gregor's brows knitted slightly, immediately stubbed out the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray, then took the envelope, opened it, and held it in front of his eyes. Elena beside him also came behind Gregor to read the letter.

Looking at the letter in his hand, Gregor's brows furrowed even more, and the expression on his face gradually became solemn. Behind him, Elena's gaze shot out through the mask and locked onto the last two lines of the content on the letter paper.

"Blood Cup..." Looking at the content of the letter, Gregor murmured, and with a faint smile, Elena slowly spoke.

"It seems we won't be able to go back tomorrow."

...

The night dispersed, and the day arrived. As time passed and day and night alternated, after a busy day in a hurry, Wokan once again welcomed a quiet night.

In the western part of Wokan, there is a small forest that is not very dense. This area was originally a fairly large forest. However, due to the growing demand for timber caused by the expansion of the town, the forest area has shrunk significantly, turning into a forest with overgrown shrubs and scattered trees.

Although this forest is neither deep nor dense, it is rumored to be the secret burial place for the corpses of Wokan's gangsters. Therefore, ordinary townspeople don't have the guts to approach it.

At this moment, deep in this small forest, there is a relatively open clearing. Three or four figures are standing here, silently waiting for something.

These people are dressed differently. There are men who resemble workers and gentlemen... There are not many of them, less than five. These people who seemingly have no connection on the surface form a circle and stand separately, looking in different directions, as if on guard against something.

In the center of this group of people, there is currently a middle-aged man wearing a windbreaker, a short hat, glasses, and sporting a pair of small moustaches. The man holds a suitcase in one hand and raises the other in front of his eyes. His eyes are firmly fixed on the watch on his wrist. At this moment, the hands of the watch coincide at the 12 o'clock mark.

Seeing that the appointed time has come, the man raises his head and looks around, as if searching for something. But after looking around, he doesn't see anything, which makes his brows knit together.

"Sir, we still haven't seen those guys. Are we being punked?"

At this time, a strong man dressed as a worker walks up to the man's side and whispers a few words angrily, while the bespectacled man replies slowly.

"It's just a local thug. He doesn't have the balls. Maybe something unexpected has occurred. Retreat immediately. There's no need to wait any longer..."

"Yes..."

Just as this group of people is about to withdraw, in the thick bushes all around, several pairs of eyes are staring intently at their every move.

"They're about to pull back. Don't wait for the other group. Just attack."

In the thick bushes, following a command from a deep voice, the hands holding the gun bodies pull the triggers, and then the roaring flames spurt out from the muzzles.

"Bang!"

The bullets shoot out from the hidden bushes, aiming straight at the back of the bespectacled man's head. At the most critical moment, the man seems to sense something and dodges sideways at the last moment, avoiding having his head directly penetrated. Instead, a small piece of his skull is shattered by the bullet that skims past, and his hat is sent flying high into the air.

"Ambush!!"

With blood streaming from his head, the man opens his mouth wide, his eyes bloodshot, and shouts loudly. However, before his subordinates have time to react, several pitch-black figures stand up from the surrounding bushes. All of them are wearing masks and holding rifles, aiming at the stunned people in the forest.

For a moment, gunshots echo in the forest. Along with the rapid firing of bullets, the people standing on the clearing in the forest are all hit and fall to the ground. For a moment, only the man with glasses is still standing in the middle of the clearing.

At this time, in addition to the head wound, the man has been shot one more time. The bullet has penetrated his abdomen, but he doesn't collapse because of it.

"You... brats from the An Yin Bureau! (An Yin Bureau: a fictional organization, perhaps it could be translated as Peace and Security Bureau)"

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were wide open and his face was horribly distorted. The man let out a wild roar. Then he flung the suitcase in his hand, freeing both hands, and charged straight at one of the team members at top speed. It seemed that his injuries had no impact on his movements at all.

Seeing that the target hadn't fallen to the ground but was charging towards him instead, the attacked hunter team member didn't eject the cartridge and reload. Instead, he simply threw away the long gun he was holding, drew out a revolver from his waist, and opened fire violently at the approaching man. The man was hit by two bullets in a row, but still didn't fall to the ground and had already reached the team member who fired the shots.

"Satisfy my hunger!"

At this moment, the man's mouth began to open unnaturally wide, so wide that it was like that of a fierce beast, capable of biting off half of the team member's neck in one bite!

Almost pouncing on the team member, the man took a big, bloodthirsty bite, but didn't sink his teeth into any bit of flesh. Instead, between his teeth was a steel blade.

"Ah... No matter when I see it, it still makes me feel disgusted. The Hungerers of the Blood Cup..."

At some point, Gregor, wearing an iron mask and dressed in uniform, appeared beside the man. The blade he was holding was inserted vertically into the man's mouth. The man's teeth were cut by the blade when he bit down, and blood flowed freely.

The man glared at the figure beside him out of the corner of his eye. One could read extreme shock from his expression, shocked by the sudden appearance of the other party and that he hadn't noticed the other party's presence before!

"Sh...adow..."

With blood flowing from his mouth and a blade in it, the man stared at Gregor and mumbled vaguely.

...

Just as Gregor was confronting the strange man head-on, attracting everyone's attention at the scene, in the clearing in the forest that suddenly fell silent, a shadow was quickly emerging from the bushes.

It was actually a big black dog.

It was a big dog that was agile in movement but had no sign of life. There were obvious fatal wounds on its body.

Completely ignoring the tense atmosphere at the scene, the lackey of the walking corpse picked up in one bite the suitcase that the man had originally thrown away on the clearing, then turned around and burrowed into the bushes.