The sky was already very late, and Officer Claude was going to stay here for one night before setting out on his journey.

  With the werewolves' sense of smell and tracking ability, traveling in the middle of the night would be nothing short of courting death.

  This night was extremely arduous. The druids guarded the first floor, while Sheriff Claude and Rudolph guarded the second floor.

  There were four rooms on the second floor, and Rudolph only needed to be responsible for one room and the direction outside the window of this room.

  When the moon rose, Rudolph didn't dare to breathe too loudly. His chest tightened, and he felt a bit nervous.

  Although he had the teeth of the living dead, he didn't want to replace an organ from a fresh corpse for the time being. That sounded really strange.

  Soon, several pairs of wolf eyes flashed and disappeared in the distance of the farm.

  There was a certain connection between werewolves and the moon. The moon could make werewolves secrete more hormones, making them even more frenzied and excitable.

  Black shadows appeared in the distance. Since the werewolves were crawling forward, their shoulder blades rolled in the darkness.

  Before long, the werewolves crept through the fence and began to approach the farm house.

  The sound of metal clashing shattered the tranquility. That was the druids' animal traps taking effect.

  The druids were highly proficient in these kinds of wilderness traps. The whimpering sounds of the werewolves could be heard in the darkness.

  Arrows shot out from the windows on the first floor and accurately hit the werewolves caught in the traps.

  The animal traps ensnared the werewolves, and then the arrows struck the vital parts of the werewolves. The druids were very skillful in handling these situations.

  Rudolph's eyesight was not as good as that of the druids, so he couldn't see the situation in the distance clearly. He extended his revolver out of the window, waiting for the werewolves to rush closer.

  A black shadow rushed towards the house rapidly. Rudolph quickly moved his arm, trying to keep up with the werewolf.

  He fired two shots, but only hit the werewolf's leg. With the werewolf's recovery ability, this werewolf would soon be lively and energetic again.

  Only then did Rudolph understand why the police station equipped their trainee patrol officers with shotguns. With his current strength, even if he was given a revolver, he couldn't hit the target. Instead, the rough and sturdy shotgun was more suitable for ordinary people.

  It was said that in the army, rifles were mainly used. The alchemists believed that different numbers of people and different occasions called for different types of firearms.

  Even though he knew that he was not suitable for using a revolver at present, Rudolph still couldn't give it up.

  He couldn't always hold a cumbersome shotgun. The revolver was more flexible, and for a man, the posture was also important.

  Rudolph heard that at the other end of the second floor, the sheriff was firing shots in quick succession. In less than eight seconds, the sheriff emptied two magazines and fired twelve bullets.

  Compared with Rudolph, who had achieved nothing, the sheriff must have had a rich harvest of results over there.

  Rudolph left the window and came to the door of the room, staring at the staircase entrance outside the door.

  At this moment, a fierce battle had broken out on the first floor. The druids had already engaged with the werewolves.

  As Rudolph's eyes were fixed on the staircase entrance, the moment a werewolf emerged on the stairs, Rudolph would immediately fire a bullet at it.

  Just as Rudolph was in a state of high tension, a loud explosion suddenly came from behind him.

  Rudolph only had time to turn his head slightly, and then he saw the wooden floor of the room shattering in the air. Some fragments of the wooden floor even hit Rudolph's back.

  A werewolf covered in thick fur leaped high out of the wooden floor.

  And!

  This was a second-level werewolf!

  This werewolf was obviously a whole size larger than the other werewolves. When it stood upright, its height reached over two meters.

  The faint light coming through the window was blocked by the werewolf, and Rudolph was completely enveloped in the shadow.

  Only when he saw the werewolf up close did Rudolph realize that the werewolf's head circumference was disproportionately large.

  However, the werewolf's movements were clearly much faster than Rudolph's.

  The werewolf's foul-smelling mouth was almost against Rudolph's face, and at this moment, Rudolph's revolver was only halfway raised.

  Just then, a rough gunshot suddenly rang out in the room.

  It wasn't a revolver!

  Rudolph had observed the druids making traps, and he had also imitated the druids and made a simple mechanism with a shotgun by the window.

  The mechanism was triggered, and the shotgun fired at the werewolf from behind.

  The werewolf let out a mournful howl, and more than a dozen alchemic lead bullets pierced into the werewolf's back.

  Rudolph's battle experience: Don't enter the enemy's pre-set battlefield lightly!

  Due to the pain, the werewolf straightened up and bent backward. Rudolph saw that the werewolf's front limbs instinctively reached towards its back.

  At this moment, instead of retreating, Rudolph made a sliding tackle.

  He didn't intend to attack the second-level werewolf; rather, he wanted to escape.

  With the fastest speed, he crawled into the hole that the werewolf had just broken in the floor.

  As he fell, Rudolph saw the burning holes left by the shotgun pellets on the werewolf's back, and he also saw the werewolf's back flesh and skin repairing the holes at a visible speed.

  One by one, the lead bullets were squeezed out by the werewolf's muscles, and after the bullets disappeared, the wounds began to heal rapidly.

  It was terrifying!

  This was a battlefield for adults. Rudolph decided to make a hasty retreat first.

  Sure enough, after Rudolph fell to the first floor, gunshots rang out on the second floor. Sheriff Claude was engaging in a battle with the werewolf.

  It couldn't be said that Rudolph was completely useless. It could only be said that his contribution was limited. At least he had alerted the sheriff that a werewolf had broken through and reached the second floor.

  When Rudolph fell to the first floor, despite the pain in his back, he quickly crouched down and then raised his gun to shoot.

  There were dead werewolves on the ground. Some were in their werewolf form, while others were in human form. This depended on whether the werewolf remembered that it had once been human at the moment of its death, whether its beastly nature completely overwhelmed its humanity, or if there was still a trace of humanity left.

  At this moment, the druids on the first floor were clearly at a disadvantage.

  Even though several more werewolves had been killed during the previous charge, they still had a considerable advantage over the druids.

  By now, the wooden partition walls of the house had been mostly destroyed by the werewolves and the druids, so there was not much obstruction to Rudolph's shooting.

  Knowing that there were no second-level werewolves here, Rudolph was no longer panicked.

  Taking advantage of the fact that the werewolves' attention was not on him, he calmly pulled the trigger.

  The first bullet accurately hit the head of a werewolf.

  That werewolf immediately wilted and slowly transformed back into a human form.

  Rudolph still had time to observe the result of his shot. From the hole left by the bullet, there came a sizzling burning sound. Now, a naked man was lying there.

  Movies were all lies. When monsters transform back, they don't have any clothes on their bodies.

  At this moment, several pairs of wolf eyes fixed on Rudolph. In an instant, all the hairs on Rudolph's body stood on end.

  There were no emotions in the eyes of wild beasts. They thought it was perfectly natural to tear open the soft abdomen of their prey.

  This kind of cold gaze would make the prey feel afraid, just like Rudolph at this moment. Rudolph admitted that he was a bit unethical. There was a sense of guilt in looking at a naked person, but this kind of gaze was really terrifying.

  In a state of panic, he fired several shots in quick succession. Only one shot hit a werewolf, knocking it down, but it didn't hit the head, so it wasn't a fatal blow.

  Two other werewolves had already rushed towards Rudolph.

  At such a close distance, Rudolph missed his shotgun very much.

  However, unfortunately, he only had a revolver... and the option to run away.

  After firing six bullets, Rudolph fled backward in a hurry. He jumped out of the window.

  The posture was quite good, but the glass shards fell outside along with him. He was worried that the glass shards would stab him.

  When he landed on the ground, he skidded a certain distance on the ground.

  As he feared, it was just this distance that caused a piece of glass to pierce into his waist.

  Damn it...

  Would having a scar on his body affect his promotion from a trainee patrol officer to a regular one? It was said that the evaluation for becoming a regular in the police station was quite strict. One couldn't have tattoos on their body, nor could they have scars...