Thinking that Flayton Manor might be the mastermind’s old nest, Jason held on to the gun grip and grenade even tighter.
Was everything part of the trap, including the person who had been burnt to death?
Jason realized that he seemed to have stepped into the enemy’s nest, and couldn’t help remembering the scene on the road. He quickly shook his head and denied this hypothesis.
That person who had been unfortunately burnt to death…
Standing on the side of the road, opposite the scene with the flames burning, seemed to be a special signpost that guided them towards Flayton Manor.
Without hesitation, Jason directly pulled the fuse of his K2 grenade.
In the rushing sound of water, a briny smell filled the air suddenly.
Then, a shadow suddenly grew, and it floated in the fountain pool. The breathing space was the size of a washbasin. The one-eyed head protruded from the water surface, with more than ten feet that were similar to tentacles. It extended straight from the water toward the people around it.
But before those tentacles could catch anyone, a grenade had landed on the monster’s head.
The K2 grenade exploded.
The shrapnel fell on the monster’s head like raindrops, piercing right into it and making it look like a weird hemp ball.
As soon as it appeared, it was already seriously injured, and the monster roared in anger. It stared at Jason with its one eye, who was standing beside the carriage. Its ten tentacles slammed into Jason fiercely.
The carriage broke in a single blow.
The ground under the carriage was smashed shortly thereafter.
In the smoke, there was a mixture of the smells of wine and food.
Jason, who had long since thrown the grenade, picked up the food and retreated. This was all useless work.
It was not only useless, but it also exposed the weakness of the other party.
"The choice to ambush here was just to facilitate the attack of this monster!”
"Not only does it take time for the opponent to show up, but the attack range was also even more limited!”
Jason looked at the monster, which was longer than ten meters, and was enough to cover the carriages and the area near the garden corridor. After retreating outside the range of danger, he directly raised the gun in his hand.
Maybe such brachiopods were powerful…
As long as he was drawn in by one of them, he would definitely be dead.
No matter how powerful the attack was, it wouldn’t work if it didn’t hit.
If you couldn’t hit your attack, it was useless to be this powerful!
Jason raised his hand at the monster and fired three shots.
The MF92 pistol and the UZ submachine gun were fired, one after another, and the bullet filled three more scars in the already-injured monster.
At the same time, Detective Hall had also pulled a trigger from the side, providing cover fire for Jason.
The detective who had been watching Jason silently, after the explosion, when he saw Jason suddenly running, had subconsciously begun to run–not only to save the other party from danger but also to become Jason’s helper at the same time.
As for the servants inside the manor…
There was no need to pin any hope on them.
They had met horrible monsters once again and instantly fell into a state of panic out of their wits, making Detective Hall’s past efforts to calm them down completely useless.
Most of them were paralyzed on the floor in shock.
A small portion of them had fled in various directions, like headless flies.
The gunshots continued.
The roar of the monster continued.
The roar was full of anger, unwillingness, and despair.
But, what use was this?
Once Jason had found something wrong, everything was decided.