The Record Of Barton's Fantastical Events

Chapter 88: Chapter 22 The Return Trip

Translator: Doggotranslation

The skin under the cotton shirt was covered with brown fluff, and the bulging muscles tightened Benjamin’s cuffs. His hands pressed the vampire’s wrists and buried them under both of their bodies. The vampire’s uncontrollably elongated nails had cut through his shirt’s, scratching Alpha’s skin.

The werewolf’s shoulders pressed firmly against Zach’s chin, preventing the vampire’s jaw from opening. The black silk thread that spread from the pupils of the vampire has overflowed his iris and began to spread on the white sclera of his eyes!

Guns, in any case, are scary things. The crowd on the outside dared not turn their heads and ran to escape. The people on the inside squatted down or were knocked over when the crowd hustled to scatter, or lying on their stomachs tremblingly, looking nervously at the place where the gunfire occurred.

Of the two prisoners in escort, one was pressed to the ground, with his hands bound by handcuffs raised on top of his head, his open lips pressed to the ground, his rapid breathing stirred up the dust on the ground, his eyes staring at the other prisoner in horror.

Another prisoner, Revenge, was being pointed at by the shooting guard, lying slanting on the ground, the gunshot wound on his chest had soaked his light blue prison uniform, and in the direction that his absent-minded eyes were looking towards, an unusually strong man was pressing another person, slowly moving to the outside!

The gunshots alarmed the people inside the court, and a large number of guards rushed out from the small side door.

“Ambulance!”

Behind Benjamin, the voice of a guard shouted. The werewolf didn’t know if it was for Revenge or the person under him. The guards fired to prevent Revenge’s sudden violent resistance. Now there were countless thoughts striking the werewolf’s brain like an electric shock!

The werewolf’s head pressed against the vampire’s head that was trying to move, and his heavy breath hit the vampire’s restrained neck and shoulders. One of the werewolf’s hands kept holding the vampire’s struggling hands, and the other hand wrapped around the vampire, trying to pick him up and then leave here!

“What happened?” A familiar voice! It’s James!

The werewolf’s head suddenly lifted, his chin still pressed against the vampire’s cheek, not daring to move away. The brown fluff continued to spread on his beard covering half of his face!

James’ pupils constricted sharply. The vampire’s face was paler than usual. His light green eyes had turned black at this time. The black lines had spread all over his eyes, and they continued to spread on the skin. There were two obvious protruding areas under the vampire’s chin which were tightly pressed down by the werewolf’s shoulder, as if they were about to break through the skin!

James directly pushed away the guard who wanted to come close to help, the police badge on his waist had been pulled out: “Barton Police! Step back! ” This was the only way this detective could think of to prevent people from approaching...

James quickly bent down and lifted Zach’s upper body to help Benjamin pick him up. The coat that had not been changed since last night was taken off and placed directly on the head of the vampire.

The werewolf pressed on the back of the vampire and rushed out, no daring to delay it any longer.

“Catch him!” The werewolf’s face, almost covered in fluff, turned to one side, facing the trembling Wells who was still lying on the ground.

James had no idea what was going on, but in this case, disobeying the werewolf was obviously not a good choice. He pulled up the strange man and followed Benjamin.

“Hey! Rance! Where are you going!” Coulson paid much less attention to Revenge than James. He just came out of the court and saw his partner pulling someone away, so he shouted loudly, but James had already turned into a corner.

Detective Coulson curled his lips and shifted his attention to Revenge, who was surrounded by a group of guards, or Revenge’s corpse to be more precise.

“You drive!” Benjamin had opened the back trunk of the truck, and slammed the vampire, whose hands and feet had been out of control and scratching the werewolf, into the truck. The clothes on the werewolf’s body had been torn into strips, the red laceration wound healed quickly after it appeared, the new skin was immediately covered by fluff, and Alpha’s skin had completely covered Benjamin’s body.

Wells, whose body was trembling constantly, was still in a state of unconsciousness and was pushed into the back seat without any resistance by James. James got into the driver’s seat by himself, started the truck, turned the truck, and drove in the direction of Barton Southern District.

The rumbling sound went into James’ ears from the back trunk, and the low roar was mixed with the violent impact, constantly breaking through the barrier between the trunk and the front seat, striking James’ heart. James moved his right hand on the gear and floored the gas pedal.

This police detective thought this in his mind, ‘At least I must drive the truck out of the crowded northern district...’

The front window of the trunk was smashed.

“Ah! !” A terrible cry came from the back seat. The rear-view mirror in Benjamin’s truck had long been removed. James turned his head in horror and saw a thick, fluffy arm pulling the unknown man back into the trunk!

“Benjamin! What are you doing!”

The rumbling impact sound continued to appear, and the screams of the strange man quickly lowered after a sudden rise! James’s heart beat fiercely, he didn’t dare to think about what happened behind him, his feet that had already stepped on the gas pedal harder.

In the gloomy back trunk, in the only light penetrated through the smashed front window, the clothes of the werewolf had been shattered under the rapidly expanding body. His bent legs were tightly locking the vampire’s arms, and he sat on the vampire’s neck, pressing the vampire’s chest with his whole body!

Behind him, the spotless clothes that Zach normally wore were a mess. The buttons of the vest and shirt were all broken, revealing the abnormally pale skin of the vampire, and the black lines were like blood vessels all over the skin.

The vampire’s body was constantly twisting and struggling. But the werewolf knew that these were the instinctive reactions of the vampire. The blood of the deceased, like the bite of a transformed werewolf, is deadly to a vampire. The difference between the two is that the effect of the latter one is immediate, while the former will erode every organ in the vampire’s body, causing the vampire to die slowly in extreme pain!

Zach’s head was against the top of the trunk, his chin was raised high, his sharp teeth have pierced through his own skin. He kept hitting the trunk with his head to disperse the pain from inside the body.

He could feel that the blood of the deceased continued to destroy the blood vessels through which it flowed, and the self-healing ability of the vampire instinctively created new blood vessels, which were then destroyed, regenerated, and destroyed again under the flow of blood... Until the vitality of the vampire was exhausted.

He would be like a dry sieve, let the blood of the deceased consume all his vitality, and drip through his body like hot water sprinkled on the snow.

Zach couldn’t make a sound, and under his already twisted eyebrows, a pair of dark eyes stared at the werewolf. Such eyes could not express any emotion.

The werewolf knelt on the vampire, with one hand grabbing Wells, who had been knocked out unconscious, and the other roughly tore Wells’s old suit, scratching his exposed arm, the bright red blood quickly slid down the hanging arm.

The werewolf’s broad palm grabbed the vampire’s chin, locked it in a fixed position, and let the blood flow in.

“Don’t act like a dead person.” Benjamin’s brown eyes stared at the vampire under him, and his fluffy face was difficult to express the frowned expression. “Now, you have an excuse to wake Ian Anthony.”

Yes, giving fresh food to the vampire was only a delay, until the vampire could exchange blood.

‘Fortunately, I cleaned up his appearance this morning.’ The vampire, whose whole body was constantly dying and regenerating, could only think of these self-mocking words in his head.