[comprehensive] nowhere to escape

Chapter 168 Skeletons

The fox demon and the wolf girl obviously reacted. One of them picked up the nunchaku, and the other raised his foot and kicked over—up and down, the two chose an attack method that was completely unavoidable, but they did not Represents that Raven will hide.

He didn't dodge the attacks of the two men, but instead grabbed the nunchaku thrown by the fox demon as soon as he stretched out his hand, and at the same time raised his foot, kicking the female werewolf away.

At this time, Reid slapped the phone twice, pretending that the signal was not good, and directly turned off the voice transmission.

This means that Raven can clean up a few young werewolves and take a fox demon.

He grabbed the alpha werewolf in his hand, turned his head to let the female werewolf watch the gangsters in the room, and then dragged the werewolf in his hand to go out.

Stiles and Lydia could only follow.

Raven glared coldly at the Alpha werewolf in his hand: "If you are Alpha, then you can only kill your group, why not let anyone kill you, someone with a slightly higher IQ--this is still Can everyone survive. Kindness can't be eaten, idiot!"

"Of course, it's absolutely unacceptable to be unkind!" Rhett interjected.

"That's right, my dear!" Raven smiled, turned his head and started to walk forward again - the little werewolf in his hand had no resistance, and he was about to be dragged to throw up.

"Uh...can you let him go first..." Stiles glanced at the little werewolf worriedly, "Scott—I mean, this Alpha, he is...well...my friend, we Just came to save people..."

"Then your plan is so stupid, isn't it?" Raven rolled his eyes, "Will a little bit of understanding kill you?"

"Hey! Stiles' grades are still good. He has three As and four Bs!" Scott said suddenly, but when he mentioned the grades, he was obviously a little embarrassed.

"What about you?" Rhett asked. "You're supposed to be sophomores? What about your grades? You know I can recommend him to MIT if he keeps straight A's next semester, but... what about you?"

MIT or something... that's foul.

Scott took two deep breaths, and roared angrily: "My sports performance is good, I can get bonus points and..."

"Aha! Rely on sports scores!" Ruiwen slapped him loudly, "If you talk nonsense about sports scores, I'll kick you, believe it or not? Tell me about your culture class scores, I won't listen to your sports scores — you're a werewolf, you cheat."

"Seven D's—three subjects are because the sports are good, and the chemistry teacher is the coach of the team, so...a teacher with a good relationship gave him a grade." Lydia said suddenly, "I also think he doesn't study hard. This thing is horrible."

At this time, even Stiles didn't want to complain about Lydia.

Lydia is the one who really studies well and pretends to be a vase, and Scott...he really can't understand, it's not his fault!

As for Stiles... getting good grades by hanging out with werewolves every day... it's all in his mother's genes, but that's why he almost died before - his mother Both his brain and his brain are in danger... So, his mother died, and he... was also very worried about whether his brain would really be damaged enough to wait for death.

But fortunately, their Druid has found something that can slow down his brain deterioration... This is why Stiles doesn't have to turn into a werewolf.

But that doesn't mean he can watch an FBI back and forth... beat his little friend who turned into a werewolf, just like Hulk beat Loki.

"Of course learning doesn't mean everything," Rhett chattered on the sidelines, "but you'd better learn how to protect yourself and the people around you—it's not the value of force that means everything. By the way, you can learn from various I learned some new knowledge from various cases. Of course, I think that in addition to new knowledge, what you need more is a sophisticated plan-for example, this time, you are werewolves, and humans, and... others What kind of species, and what is your culprit? Does the other party know your culprit? How to prevent the other party from taking advantage of it? You came here to save people, don’t you think these plans are well done?”

"Are you lecturing us or making complaints?" Stiles blinked and asked curiously.

Lydia couldn't help laughing.

"Lydia! That's a joke!" Stiles took a deep breath. "And how did they know about...werewolves, werewolves?" He looked at Rhett, who smiled at him After a moment, he turned around and followed Raven.

Yeah, how did they know about werewolves?

Lydia's red lips trembled, and in the end, she said nothing.

The smartest person here is Lydia, and then Stiles-the two of them are not the same in terms of intelligence, but they reach the same goal by different routes, which is why Stiles had a crush on Lydia before and Lydia loved It's because he's not in the mood at all.

According to Lydia, same-sex repulsion.

And now, Lydia couldn't help grabbing Stiles' arm and walking forward with him.

Raven dragged Scott all the way to an iron sliding door on the ground, under Scott's glare, he let go of him, and pouted at him: "Open this door, little wolf cub. "

This time Scott finally knew that he couldn't go head-to-head. He saw Stiles and Lydia were still behind each other, so he could only flex the muscles in his arms and stretched out his hand to open the iron door.

"Don't just pull it away, just pull it off and throw it aside, Scout," Raven said again.

"Why?!" Scott didn't understand why he had to work so hard.

"Because we can't let people seal the door directly from above - it doesn't matter if we throw poison gas down, or even jump in an army, but if it is sealed, none of us can get out." Raven sneered , "Since there's a banshee with us - right?"

When he said that, Lydia flinched visibly.

"So, now, break the door and throw it aside! And the police will come soon, so there is no need to worry about someone throwing poison gas!" Raven continued.

"Police?" Scott was taken aback.

"Didn't Stiles tell you he brought two FBIs?" Rhett rolled his eyes. He couldn't understand the kid's brain anymore—he was too stupid.

So, Scott broke the iron gate while immersed in the shock of "they are FBI agents".

Several of them jumped down.

Raven even asked Scott to catch Lydia, who was wearing tiny high heels, below.

And this detail made Lydia feel a little relieved—she was very smart and knew what it meant to help and what meant to hurt others.

After jumping down, everyone realized that this is not an ordinary basement, but a dungeon.

The people locked outside are all ordinary people, and there are corpses that have not been disposed of... the corpses have obviously been cleaned up, and the rest...the pieces of meat are piled up there, looking horrible and disgusting.

Some of the locked up people were already numb, some were crying, and some were screaming...the sound was very loud.

"This is hell." Stiles covers his mouth, feeling like he's having another panic attack.

"Believe me, our job is to get in touch with these...there is something more terrifying than this. Human desires and ambitions will never be satisfied." Rhett sighed, stretched out his hand and patted Stiles's back.

They moved on.

"These are enough for them to go to the electric chair." Ruiwen bit his cheek, and led a few people to turn a corner, and then walked inside, it is not a place where ordinary people are imprisoned...the prisons here...are there any? There are few monsters—of course not all of them are monsters, some still retain their humanity, but some... have been tortured to the point where they have no humanity at all.

"Part of this place cannot be seen, so you have to help me move them out later." Raven reached out and knocked on the iron fence of a prison cell, and suddenly a four-petal mouth protruded from the gap, The mouth is full of teeth, "Even the piranhas have become fine, right?"

That's certainly not a piranha.

These are called "ghouls," and they're locked up, presumably to dispose of useless corpses.

"Then... who are you?" Stiles asked, "That woman...the woman outside, she turned out to be a hunter."

"We are the FBI!" Reid shrugged, speaking innocently.

Soon, they found the target in a cell - Derek Hall.

He's a born werewolf, locked in a dungeon and covered in electrodes.

Raven didn't let him go, instead he turned back with Scott, burned the ghouls clean first, and then turned around and burned a few monsters that had lost their humanity. The non-humanoid monsters left first—they definitely didn't return the same way they came. They found a small corner door next to it, leading to the outside.

Walking out of the small corner door, under the threat of the Alpha Werewolf, the non-humanoid monsters are still very honest. They should sneak and hide, and this is enough to make people think that everyone in the cell they originally lived in has been killed.

As for the other humanoid creatures, they just wailed and cried, hoping to get out right away—they were all monsters anyway, and their wailing and crying postures were really ugly.

Only Derek Hall, he raised his head and looked at the person who came to save him... Finally, his eyes fell on Stiles, and he smiled viciously.

Just then, the police came in.

They rescued the "organ donors" who were imprisoned, captured the criminals, and held the evidence in their hands-it was a bumper harvest.

As for Derek, he has obviously been tortured for a long time, with blackened wounds on his body, and marks left by the electric current on his skin, his finger bones are broken, and a dog chain is put on his neck... These inhuman tortures are simply horrific.

Soon, the ambulance took these tortured people into the car and sent them to the hospital for treatment.

Stiles breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at Scott, and Scott, he frowned, looked at Raven who was buying coffee for Rhett on the corner.

Several high school students from Beacon Hill got together again. They almost failed in this operation, but finally succeeded unexpectedly.

Scott wondered what the whole thing was all about.

Just when all of them couldn't understand the reason, Raven came over with coffee and brought Rhett along.

He shook his head at them: "Come on together, aren't you going to the hospital to see Derek?"

The medical treatment in hospitals in Mexico is definitely not as good as that in the United States, but according to the doctor, Derek can't move now, so they can only give him first aid here.

When he arrived at the hospital, Derek had survived the critical period and was transferred to the general ward.

Wards are not single rooms.

A few high school students walked in with two FBIs, but no one stopped them.

"Derek!" Stiles put the backpack on Derek's bedside after entering the door, "How do you feel? Do you want a medium-rare steak? I promise no mustard!"