Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 1011 - 78: I Also Know a Bit About Spear Technique

Taking advantage of the werewolf distracting those scavengers, with both sides clashing noisily, Li Mumu stealthily slipped into the surgery room of the clinic.

She grabbed a few surgical knives, and as she turned back, in just those few seconds, the gunfire outside had already quieted down.

Either that guy called Charles was incredibly weak, for Li Mumu had never seen such a fragile-skinned werewolf who could be taken down with just a few shots.

Or those scavengers had some peculiar weapons, with rust bullets similar to those specially equipped by the Special Service Bureau, capable of inflicting extraordinary damage on supernatural beings.

Either way, it wasn’t good news.

The door of the surgery room was kicked open, and a scavenger rushed in without a word, pointing the gun at Li Mumu and pulling the trigger.

But just as he rushed in, the surgical knife in Li Mumu’s hand flew out, hitting directly into the lens of the bird-beak mask he wore.

The lens shattered instantly, and the scavenger let out a painful scream, naturally losing stability, and the shot hit the ceiling.

Li Mumu lunged forward, stabbing a knife into his gun-holding hand, and while seizing the gun, she twisted his legs to trip him to the ground.

Amidst the chaos, she couldn’t see what model gun she had snatched. In these years, not all guns fired as soon as they were loaded, and Li Mumu didn’t have time to examine closely. She slammed the gun stock into the scavenger’s face, smashing the bird-beak mask to pieces.

With the mask removed, what was revealed was actually the terrified face of a blond teenager.

An ordinary person.

Li Mumu took just one look and confirmed that this guy was nothing but an ordinary person, at most with some basic military training, now scared senseless, and a faint stench of urine wafted from his pants.

Yet even an ordinary person, when holding a gun, can quickly swell with confidence, falling into the delusion of being invincible.

While hesitating about whether to kill him directly or keep him alive to extract some information, his companions provided the answer directly.

Without hesitation, they fired at their entangled comrade.

Li Mumu rolled to the corner of the wall, and gunfire erupted behind her.

Bullets flew as if they were free, turning the scared blond teen into a beehive.

Alright, at least she could confirm now that this gun was automatic.

Li Mumu glanced down at the firearm she had snatched away.

She realized she actually recognized this gun.

The Lee-Enfield rifle, a very standard early version.

Except, it had an ivory stock engraved with meaningless golden patterns.

A rich man’s custom version.

There were still three bullets in the chamber, and there were at least four people outside.

At this point, the angry gunfire outside finally ceased. After all, this kind of gun could only load a maximum of five bullets. Faintly, she heard someone cursing Hong Leixie.

Li Mumu dashed to the door, kneeled down on one knee, and aimed the gun for a flat shot.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three accurate shots, the unsuspecting three scavengers fell back, leaving one person emitting a sharp scream.

Just as she realized she didn’t have time to reload and drew her revolver from her waist, Li Mumu had already rushed up to her and slammed the gun against her head with a swing.

Whew, that was close, almost messed up.

After taking down the last scavenger, Li Mumu wiped the sweat off her forehead.

"You’ve got yourself into big trouble."

Just as Li Mumu was about to bend down to frisk the corpse, she heard Charles’ voice from behind her. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Turning back, she saw Charles, who had reverted to human form, grinning as he picked a bullet out of his body.

"Me?"

Li Mumu almost laughed in anger. "Weren’t you the one who attacked first?"

"You know nothing, idiot!"

Charles said helplessly, "Do you even know what this place is? This place is a damn playground for these rich brats! The blood food they bring out is just to raise us as prey. You can hit them, but you can’t kill them, or it’ll be a big mess!"

Just then, the nurse, who was holding her head, also struggled to get up, looking at Li Mumu with vacant eyes.

Murky brain matter was oozing from the bullet hole in her forehead, dripping onto her pristine nurse outfit.

A living corpse...

With her powers gone, Li Mumu’s perception had been dulled, and she hadn’t noticed earlier.

Are you two playing me?

"Eek!"

The nurse looked at the chaotic scene in front of her and couldn’t help but wail, "Oh my god! Mr. Pearson will tear me apart!"

Charles replied irritably, "It’s no longer just about your boss now. If they hold us accountable, neither of us will have a good time!"

The two couldn’t help but turn their gaze to Li Mumu, who was holding a gun in her hand.

"I still have a living one here."

Li Mumu calmly said, "If you keep whining, I’ll kill her too, then smear her blood on the wall and write a message—these butchers killed innocent patients and nurses, and this is their retribution. How about that?"

The two instantly shut their mouths.

"Are you from Yellowstone?"

Charles couldn’t help but quietly mutter one last comment.

A yellow-skinned cowboy with a federal accent, killing as easily as drinking water, apart from a hellish place like Yellowstone Throne educating demons, he couldn’t imagine where else such "excellent" talents could be cultivated.

"Yellowstone Throne? Hah—"

The Yellowstone Throne is nothing; if you want to think that way, then so be it.

Having realized that this werewolf was merely a domesticated beast, Li Mumu had no interest in chatting with him.

What rank am I, and what rank are you?

Instead, the one at her feet...

Li Mumu nudged with her toe at the mounds on her chest.

They felt great, seemed to be all-natural.

Without three meals of fresh cow’s milk a day, you couldn’t nurture a cup size like this.

"Wake up."

Li Mumu yanked her up, took off the bird-beak mask, and swung a slap across her face.

The impact was immediate, and the girl woke up instantly, then began to scream.

Then coughing, vomiting.

Without the filtering effect of the bird-beak mask, the air quality here was like torture for the pampered lady.

"Scavenger, are you?"

"Don’t kill me!"

"What’s your name! Answer honestly whatever I ask, or I’ll cut you into pieces and toss them out the window."

"Su Ya! Su Ya Cavendish!"

This kid doesn’t look bad, with a head of black curls—a true noble bloodline from old Europe, rather than the commonly misunderstood blond, blue-eyed, white-skinned stereotype.

"Good, keep talking, how old are you this year? Where do you live? How many people in your family? Any pets..."

In her sheer terror, she didn’t even notice that as she answered one question after another, the killer in front of her quietly shifted from a federal accent to an authentic Lanton accent.