Had someone fired a gun?
Everyone froze for a moment and looked toward the sound of the gunshot.
"Someone fired?" "They hit one!"
"Yes, yes, one went down!"
"What the hell are those things outside?"
Mulan had hit one of the dark shapes outside. It had been moving so fast that it lunged forward even after taking the bullet, then rolled dozens of times across the ground before stopping.
Many people aboard the train watched the dark shape, but the train left it behind almost immediately.
Bang... Bang... Bang...
Mulan fired three more shots. Only one hit its target; the other two all struck their targets as well. One creature began limping and soon stopped, while another tumbled to the ground like the first.
Bang, bang...
Mulan fired twice more, but this time one shot missed. The other hit, yet the dark shape showed no obvious sign of slowing.
Those dark shapes were absurdly agile and astonishingly fast. Even with Mulan's monstrous marksmanship, he could not guarantee a hit.
Mulan looked even more serious than when he had faced the Vampire. He began reloading and shouted toward Handel.
"Handel, shoot outside! They're werewolves!"
Once transformed under the full moon, werewolves had almost no reason left when they came near humans. They not only devoured human flesh and blood, but tore people apart even when they were not hungry. If werewolves boarded the train, it would be a disaster.
Handel had still been putting on an act, but at Mulan's words, he did not dare hesitate. He lunged toward a window and pulled away a passenger leaning against it to look outside. Before the passenger could get angry, he drew his pistol, raised it toward the outside, and fired.
Bang... Bang, bang, bang...
"Ah!" "He's shooting!"
Hearing gunshots right beside them