Killing America Terror Starts at a Fatal Turn

Inside the Williams Farm, a grumpy middle-aged white man was angrily putting on a bulletproof vest on his body. His face had obvious wrinkles, as if he had been exposed to the sun for a long time, and his thick neck swelled at a steady pace with his angry breathing. After putting on his body armor, he quickly walked out holding a shotgun.

Several people not far away saw this and hurriedly ran over to hold him and dissuade him: "Refit, don't be impulsive, be sensible, that crow is too dangerous."

The red-necked Reffitt shouted: "Reason, how do you want me to be rational?" He continued to move forward regardless. "I've had enough of these damn crows, they've hurt little Potter, they've killed your flock, and now they dare to kill my fucking horse!

Now that we have tried to use salt bombs to repel it, why are we still hiding here? "

While pulling and tugging, suddenly, three firecracker-like sounds of "bang bang bang" came from the distance. Several people looked happy, and Reffitt said: "Someone is here to save us. Let's go and meet up together." He called his son Porter and walked together towards the place where the gunshots came from. The other three people saw this and had no choice but to follow him.

When I walked out of the door, I found that the thick fog surrounding the farm had not yet dissipated, and a figure with a gun was walking slowly in the distance.

Although only one person came to support, everyone trapped in the farm was still very excited. Since the thick fog appeared five days ago, they have lost all contact with the outside world. If they want to get out through the fog, they always come back inexplicably.

The next day, three strange crows began to appear, constantly harassing and attacking the trapped people. The crow was like a messenger from hell. Several people used shotguns to fight back. The bullets clearly hit the target, but they seemed to hit the air. They resisted the crow's scratching and tried to catch the crow with their bare hands or with a net, but all in vain. If it weren't for the numerous scars on their bodies, they would have thought it was a collective hallucination.

At the beginning of the third day, the three crows, who were still a little thin, appeared again and became stronger than before. Several people would be caught wearing thick clothes. Reffitt's son, Little Porter, was even beaten by several people. A crow surrounded and pecked it, and almost had its eyes pecked out. In desperation, Reffitt fired a salt bomb, hoping to use the short period of time when the crow was in a blur to get Little Porter out of trouble, but unexpectedly discovered that the salt bomb could also play a role when the crow was in a blur, although it could not kill those monsters. But at least it can be beaten back.

The five people were guarding the farm warehouse with two shotguns and more than 60 rounds of salt bombs. Their lives were not in danger for the time being.

Seeing that they had a means of defense, the crows began to attack the livestock on the farm. As time went by, their power seemed to become stronger and stronger, and they could already kill the lambs and then catch them and throw them at the entrance of the warehouse.

In the last few days when everyone was trapped, they were in a state of panic at all times. Although they still had some food to prevent them from starving to death, they completely lost contact with the outside world and did not know how long they would be trapped. The crows would occasionally enter the warehouse through the glass and attack them when they relaxed their vigilance. Occasionally, they would smash bloody livestock carcasses at the warehouse door, as if to tempt the humans inside to come out to pick up food, or to spread fear and shock.

Five days had passed, and the trapped people began to feel discouraged. Reffitt, who had the most bad temper, couldn't help his inner emotions and kept shouting that he wanted to rush out and die with those damn birds. At this time, we finally saw someone coming through the fog. Everyone was like believers who saw Jesus coming to the world. Excitement, joy, hope, and various emotions burst out from their hearts.

Old Williams followed Reffitt and walked excitedly towards the figure in front. As the distance got closer, the more he looked, the more familiar the "savior" in front of him became. When he finally could see the face of the person clearly, He took a closer look. Oh, my son.

Dry! What kind of evil have I done? I was trapped in the fog and was attacked by monsters. Now my son has come to the door on his own initiative. Now the family is whole.

The two groups of people soon joined together. When Luke's parents saw his injured arm, they didn't bother to ask about the situation outside at the moment. They first pulled up his arm to check the condition of the wound. Seeing this, Reffitt and others were too embarrassed to ask any more questions, and the group returned to the farm warehouse.

The people trapped in the farm at this time are: Luke's parents Mason Williams and Lillian Williams, Tom Hardy, an employee of the Williams farm, and the Reffitt father and son from the farm next door.

After several people returned to the warehouse, Reffitt, who had the most irritable temper, couldn't help but ask: "Little Luke, what happened outside? Why can't we get out? Did you come in by yourself? Is there anyone else outside?" A series of questions left Luke at a loss as to which answer was best.

He organized his thoughts and told what he knew about the situation one by one. After learning that the outside police were already trying to save them, the people present were obviously more relaxed. However, they became obviously disappointed when they heard that others outside could not get through the thick fog and only Luke came in for the time being. Mrs. Williams was both distressed and moved, and whispered to Luke for being too impulsive and putting herself in danger.

After the greetings and Q\u0026A session, Luke basically understood the current situation. He said: "So the biggest threat to us now is those crows, right?"

Reffitt replied dejectedly: "Yes, they are like messengers from hell. They cannot be killed no matter what method is used. Only salt bombs can stop them a little."

Luke raised his eyebrows and said slightly frivolously: "They are not immortal. I killed one when I just came in. There should be only two crows now."

Several people looked at Luke in surprise, somewhat in disbelief.

Little Potter, who was most seriously injured by the crow, looked at Luke with admiration and said, "Really, brother Luke, how did you kill those hairy monsters?"

Luke raised the shotgun in his hand, and the spiritual energy poured down according to his thoughts, covering the entire gun body. He pushed it slightly, and the spiritual energy attached to the gun body began to stir up thunder and fire, and as Luke As more and more spiritual energy was activated, the thunder fire attached to the gun extended and roared, and the dazzling light ripped apart the darkness in the warehouse, like a red-yellow snake writhing in the air.

Seeing this extraordinary scene in front of them, several people present were stunned. Little Potter asked in an exaggerated tone: "Brother Luke, are you the God of Thunder?"

After demonstrating his abilities, Luke put away his psychic powers, let the thunder and fire subside, touched little Potter's head, and said with a smile: "Of course not, I just had a little adventure some time ago."