Chapter 301: Norman Osborn of Fear
Pfft!
His body collided with the wooden board, and at this moment Norman Osborn felt as if he was hit by a speeding car.

The severe pain in his chest made it impossible for him to struggle to get up for a while, and a feeling of suffocation rose up his throat.

puff!

Bright red blood gushed out of his mouth, and the pain in his back came again. Looking at the gun that fell to the side, Norman Osborn's eyes were bloodshot.

……

Going back to 30 minutes ago, he walked out of the B&B and heard the wolf howling in the distance. After a brief thought, he thought it was impossible to get there on foot. Regardless of safety or distance, he chose to drive his car to check the situation.

The woods shrouded in darkness were clearly visible under the light. Following the howling of the wolves, he quickly arrived at the target location. Just as he was about to get out of the car and quietly go to check the situation.

On the other side of the slope, there was a sudden burst of fierce gunfire. The dim light illuminated the jungle not far away. Norman Osborn knew that he was close to the road at this time. In order to avoid being hit by stray bullets, he did not show his figure rashly.

And that group of wild wolves seemed to be being hunted by humans.

With a hint of anxiety in his eyes, he couldn't restrain his curiosity. He got out of the car, bent his body, and quietly moved towards the place where the wild wolves and humans were fighting. He soon came to a high earth slope on the side of the road.

He stuck his head out, and the sound of gunfire forced him to secretly look at the situation outside.

But when he saw the scene in front of him, he was completely stunned.

The wolf in front of me is no ordinary wild wolf. It stands on upright legs, with a sturdy body nearly two meters tall, and its brown or black hair is fluffy and sticky. Its limbs are as muscular as human arms, and it seems that it can break gold and split rocks when it swings!
This is exactly the same as the werewolves in Nordic legends. They walk and jump upright. With a light step, they can jump a distance of three to four meters. And the ones fighting with them are actually a group of beautiful patrolmen.

And it seems that there are not only patrol officers, but also FBI agents.

As a director of the Osborn Group who had dealt with them before, it was not difficult for Norman Osborn to recognize those guys.

But what really shocked him was the group of "werewolfs"!
They possess unparalleled speed, and they can even easily carry a motorcycle away with them while jumping and moving. Roman saw with his own eyes a werewolf grab a motorcycle nearby and throw it towards the three police officers hiding behind the car.

The police car was instantly dented and slid backwards for four or five meters under the pull of the motorcycle. As for the police officer hiding behind the car, he was knocked to the ground by the car and dragged backwards.

Screams and gunshots were heard one after another.

Norman stared in amazement at one of the werewolves who instantly jumped in front of the police officer and pierced the man's chest with one easy claw. The horrifying and bloody scene stimulated Norman Osborn even more.

A strong American agent was torn into two alive in front of him.

Bullet after bullet hit the werewolf, splashing blood, but it seemed unable to bring a fatal blow to the werewolf. The werewolf actually rushed towards another police officer who had hurriedly jumped into the car while carrying the bullets.

With just a casual pull, the door of the police car, which had not yet been closed, was instantly pulled down like tearing paper.

As for the police officer hiding in the car, he could only helplessly pull the trigger to empty the magazine. In the end, he was pressed in the car by the werewolf with a look of despair on his face and was bitten madly.

The bright red blood looked extremely dazzling in the dim light.

The battle between the two sides was deadlocked for only half a minute before it became one-sided.

One police officer after another fell in a pool of blood, and FBI agents also began to suffer casualties. The werewolves slaughtered the humans in front of them, and let out chilling wolf howls from time to time.

"What kind of creatures are these? How could there be such powerful...such excellent creatures?"

There was a hint of fear on Norman Osborn's face, but there was an irrepressible excitement in his eyes.

"If I get their samples, can this powerful life force bring changes to our family?"

Muttering to himself, Osborn subconsciously grabbed the shotgun beside him. An irrepressible greed surged into his heart. "Just one! Such powerful strength and vitality should not be wasted on these beasts. They are waiting for someone who can truly own them and discover their potential!"

As if trying to convince himself, Osborn pointed his gun at a werewolf in the woods near the road, who was frantically beating the police officers against a car.

Looking at the ferocious muzzles on the werewolf, the attack that could bring fatal death threat to normal life seemed to be just a tickle. Not only did it not put the werewolf into a state of serious injury, but it made it even more violent.

What a wonderful life form.

With his finger on the trigger, a hint of determination flashed in Norman Osborn's eyes.

Just as he was about to shoot.

boom!
The door of a large police car was flipped out in an instant. The huge movement attracted the attention of Norman Osborn. He looked at the werewolf who tore the door open in surprise. A slender figure came out, but the werewolf did not get out of the car. Instead, he grabbed the person and rushed into the dark woods.

This strange action made Norman Osborn's heart tighten. Although he did not see the face of the abducted girl clearly, he knew that she was a human.

"These guys are not beasts? They have a purpose!"

Norman Osborn opened his eyes wide, the werewolf's actions seemed to be specifically intended to take the girl away!

This unusual discovery made him dare not open fire casually. The intelligent beasts were completely different from those he usually hunted.

He looked at the single-barreled shotgun in his hand, then at the werewolves that were scattering around him, and at the police car that was running back into the car in fear and escaping.

The change in the situation made him realize that the situation was hopeless.

"Damn..."

With a somewhat unwilling look on his face, he watched as the werewolves ran into the jungle. Some of them were heading towards him. However, he did not try to attack them, but ran towards his car without hesitation.

Noticed a werewolf coming towards him.

boom!
He closed the door, started the engine, and the car sped away with a loud roar.

A long wolf howl sounded behind him, and Norman Osborn finally began to panic, with an ominous premonition coming to his mind.

He, who was originally just a spectator, seemed to be involved in this mysterious incident unconsciously, and he seemed to be targeted by those strange guys!

"Fuck, what the hell is going on?"

Cursing silently in his heart, the car sped away, heading forward while observing the situation behind through the rearview mirror.

However, due to the darkness of the night, he could not see clearly whether there was a werewolf behind him.

It wasn't until he saw the B&B that Norman Osborn breathed a sigh of relief.

He got out of the car with his shotgun and rushed towards his homestay without hesitation. He wanted to take his son and leave this place quickly.

However, just as he was about to reach the room where he was, the sound of a strong wind behind him made him feel scared.

The loaded hunting rifle in his hand was instantly pointed behind him, and the oncoming person slapped him hard in the face.

boom!
With a dull thud, the bullet exploded on the opponent's body, and the opponent's claws hit his chest heavily.

(End of this chapter)