Killing the US fear starts from the fatal bend

Chapter 11 Cheng County
On the stretching intercity highway, Luke slowed down to check the harvest of this killing.

The two ogres contribute 43% and 40% of the experience respectively.In addition, his coveted skill [Rough Skin and Thick Flesh] also exploded from the Pitchfork Ogre.

Currently Luke's panel looks like this:
[Name]: Luke
[race]: human
[Level]: Level 2 (38%)

[Body Strength]: 5
[Soul Strength]: 7
【Skill】:
Indian War Stick (omitted)

Thick skin and thick flesh (passive skill, slightly increases the recovery ability, increases the defense ability against blunt damage, and reduces the impact of puncture damage on non-critical positions on body functions.)
[Free attribute points]: 1
There were no accidents during the subsequent journey. In the evening, Luke arrived in Cheng County.He parked the car in the parking lot of the police station, first sank his thoughts into his mind, and integrated the free attribute points into his body.

[Body strength] quietly rose to 6 o'clock, and the warm current arrived unexpectedly, flowing from the head to all parts of the body as usual, nourishing his internal organs and muscles of the whole body.At this time, his physical fitness has surpassed that of ordinary people by a lot, and he has reached the effect of frequent gymnasiums and scientific training of various parts for three or four years.

After he was promoted, he ignored the familiarity with his physical condition and walked straight past the gate of the police station. When he saw the busy policemen inside, he grabbed one and asked, "Is Officer Jones there?"

The arrested black policeman glanced at Luke, turned around and shouted inside: "Hey, Jones is looking for you."

After a while, a middle-aged man in a blue uniform came over. He had slightly gray hair and light-colored glasses. He looked very friendly. He walked up to Luke and held out his hand, "I'm Jones, how can I help you?" your?"

Luke stepped forward to shake hands and said, "Officer Jones, this is Luke Jr. I spoke with you on the phone yesterday. Is there any new development near the farm now?"

Jones invited him to his office and explained in detail about the farm.

The dense fog appeared five days ago, and communication was lost inside and outside the farm. Several policemen, including Jones, went into the fog to investigate several times, but got lost in the dense fog and walked out.

He comforted: "Little Luke, your parents should not be in danger. We have entered and exited the fog several times, but we have not encountered anything. Maybe in a few days, the fog will dissipate by itself."

Luke was still worried, and proposed to go to the scene to see for himself.Jones thought for a while and agreed to his request.The two drove separately and headed northwest of the small town.

The two soon arrived at their destination. The dense fog shrouded the entire land in front of them. After walking a few steps into the fog, the vision became extremely blurred. Even the nearby trees became blurred, and the distant scene Completely blocked, the wilderness became extremely quiet in the dense fog, as if time and space had been frozen.

Luke grabs the shotgun and walks into the fog with Jones.Just stepped into it, the two chatted occasionally to confirm the location, but as they got deeper and deeper, Officer Jones lost his voice and didn't know where he was going.

The quiet pool-like psychic energy in Luke's mind suddenly became active, as if there was some sound, or not a sound, but a hint, constantly emanating from the mist, squeezing into his brain, urging him to switch Turn around and leave.

Luke was even more convinced that he had encountered a supernatural event again. He took the initiative to drum up his spiritual energy, and with a soul strength of up to 7 points, he was easily immune to this superficial hint.

He gripped the shotgun tightly, step by step, and carefully explored in the direction he remembered.

After walking for more than half an hour, the fog gradually thinned, and trees and farmland could be vaguely seen ahead.Luke walked out of the fog-shrouded range, confirmed the location of his own farm again, and set off without haste.

Not far away, a crow flapped its wings and flew over, and stopped on a branch of a dead tree not far away. Its two eyes were black and shiny, exuding a cold luster, staring at Luke.

Luke was always paying attention to the changes around him, and naturally noticed this strange crow. He raised his vigilance, slightly deflected the muzzle of his gun, aimed it in the direction of the crow, and then continued to move forward.

The crow stared at Luke for a while, seeing that Luke was always on guard, suddenly uttered a few hoarse chirps, then flapped its pitch-black wings, and flew down towards Luke.

Seeing this, Luke roughly estimated the distance, and shot the crow.Generally speaking, hunting birds usually use 20-gauge lead bullets. The lead bullets inside this ammunition are small in size and large in number, and are most suitable for hunting small creatures such as birds.

The 12-gauge lead bullet is generally called "deer bullet", which is used to hunt large and medium-sized creatures such as wild deer.At this time, the situation was in a hurry, and the crow flew towards it in a daze, instead of running away in all directions like ordinary birds, so the effect was also good, a piece of lead bullet directly covered the path of the crow flying over.

Seeing the lead bullet hit, Luke was overjoyed. There was only one possibility for this small prey to be torn apart by the 12-gauge bullet.But soon, his joy turned to panic.

The moment the crow was about to be hit by the lead bullet, its body was slightly blurred, becoming illusory and uncertain.The lead bullets bombarded at high speed actually penetrated directly, without causing any damage to the crow.

Luke wasn't sure if he was delusional, and quickly fired two more shots at the crow, but both were the same as the first shot, and they were all blurred by the crow.

And the crow had already flown to his vicinity within the time of these three shots.The crow swooped down, and its claws, which were also like dry human bones, grabbed Luke's eyeballs fiercely, and the sharp toenails at the end glowed with a dark glint.

Luke couldn't dodge in time, so he could only lower his head and protect his head with his left arm.A sharp pain came from the forearm. The stab-proof suit was a vest-style, which only covered the vitals of the torso and did not block the arms.The crow's sharp claws directly scratched through his coat, leaving 3 wounds that were not deep and not shallow on his forearm.

After succeeding, the crow continued to hover over his head, preparing for the next pounce.

The injured Luke endured the pain, holding the barrel of the gun with one hand in his right hand, quickened his pace, and ran towards the farm.

After circling a few times, the crow quickly lost the patience to continue observing. With its ability to switch between virtual and real, it was very arrogant. It stretched out its sharp claws again, and grabbed Luke's face without avoiding it.

Seeing this, Luke stopped and stood firm, took a breath, and the spiritual energy instantly circulated in the Winchester gun, exuding the breath of thunder and fire.After suppressing the panic that the gun shooting was ineffective, under his high concentration, the speed of the crow's flight seemed to slow down in his eyes. The dynamic vision brought by the 7-point soul strength allowed him to clearly see the trajectory of the crow flying.

Aim, increase psionic output, and swing!
Like a professional baseball hitter, Luke slams the butt of his gun at the crows with a perfectly straight hit.An anthropomorphic look of disdain flashed across the crow's bean-sized eyes, and he activated his ability to transform into an illusion, avoiding this seemingly powerful blow.

zizi——
The moment Winchester touched the phantom of the crow, the spiritual energy attached to the gun suddenly became active and transformed into thunder and flames. The dazzling thunder and fire instantly hit the virtual crow. The flames flashed, enveloping the phantom of the crow, and the powerful potential energy instantly knocked it down to the ground.

Hit!

With just one blow, the crow, which was still arrogant just now, fell to the ground without moving. After a few seconds, it turned into a black smoke and disappeared without a trace.

(End of this chapter)