The moment they charged, Evelyn Ford aimed the Gatling gun at them.
"BRRRRT..."
As the men fell, the houses behind them were reduced to rubble.
The grey wolves lunged forward one after another. Ethan Dawson and the other three formed a circle with Evelyn Ford, each one guarding the others' backs. With their seamless coordination, they had already gunned down half of the pack.
Everyone's face was spattered with warm wolf blood, which trickled into their mouths, tasting metallic and bitter.
"Evelyn Ford, I'm out of bullets!"
Hearing Quincy's voice, Evelyn Ford quickly retrieved a pack of bullets from her dimensional space and tossed it to him. She then mowed down a grey wolf that was poised to lunge. Watching their packmates fall one after another, the surviving wolves began to snarl and howl, but Evelyn Ford felt no mercy. 'They're controlled by Patrick, and hundreds of humans have died in their jaws. A life for a life. It's perfectly fair.'
