Ch-13 One shot in the chest, One shot in the head.

Little Red Riding Hood?

When Ryan heard the name, his expression suddenly became tense.

He looked at the 36D, long-legged, black-stockinged queen in front of him with a numb look in his eyes.

Are you telling me this is Little Red Riding Hood?

How could he not see the connection with Little?

'Wait, my mind is a little confused right now.'

Ryan rubbed his forehead.

'The grandmother in the forest, the mature and plump Little Red Riding Hood, and those dangerous werewolves.'

'What about the hunter? If I am not mistaken, it should be the village chief. So this is a fairy tale world?'

This joke is a bit too big, and he can't accept it for a while.

No, how can a good magical world suddenly become a fairy tale world?

Man-eating werewolves, sexy Little Red Riding Hood, and hunters full of calculations.

This is a fairy tale world?

A fairy tale for adults, yes!

Something is wrong, very wrong.

Ryan strokes the revolver at his waist, and his expression returns to its former calm and indifference.

Now he is the one taking the initiative.

Who cares if he is a werewolf or a wolf grandmother.

Under the spray gun, all beings are equal.

If there is something that can't be solved with one shot, then shoot again.

Two shots in the chest and one in the head.

Even the gods would shake their heads.

After calming down, Ryan looked at the adult version of Little Red Riding Hood.

"Let's go, we don't have much time."

Looking into the dim forest, Ryan muttered softly.

"There are important things to do at night."

The important things he was talking about were, of course, hunting the werewolves in this forest.

Most werewolves hide during the day and come out at night, so it is too difficult to find werewolves during the day.

However, at night, all the werewolves living near the village will run out.

At that time, what he needs to do is to clean up all these werewolves that have gone out one by one.

After taking a look at the ammunition in the Portable Space, Ryan was glad that he had prepared enough beforehand.

Three boxes of shotgun shells cost him a lot of money.

Although there were many werewolves in the forest, but only a few dozen at most.

With his ammunition reserves, even if he fires ten shots at a werewolf, there will still be plenty left.

"Big Brother, I really don't know how to thank you!"

Little Red Riding Hood showed a grateful expression. She led Ryan out of the village.

'Thank you?' Ryan glanced at the attractive figure.

Isn't this the best thank-you present?

There are no free lunches in this world.

There may be selfless good people, but he is definitely not one of them.

On the forest path, the dense branches and leaves drove away the last trace of heat.

Ryan followed Little Red Riding Hood to the so-called grandmother's house.

The familiar route confirmed his suspicion.

Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother was the old lady he had met last night.

"What a coincidence."

Feeling the curious eyes around him, Ryan glanced at them and lifted his lips slightly.

Twenty minutes later, a wooden house came into view.

"We're here. My grandmother lives ahead of us."

Little Red Riding Hood, cheerful and full of life, pointed to the wooden house in front of them and shouted.

Her innocent look made Ryan a little confused.

How could this innocent woman with a girlish spirit have a relationship with the werewolf?

Ryan shook his head. He didn't believe there was any relationship at all.

At most, she was either aware of it or not.

Arriving at the wooden house, Little Red Riding Hood couldn't wait to knock on the door.

"Grandmother, I am Little Red Riding Hood, are you home?"

"Little Red Riding Hood, the door is not locked, come in."

A deep voice came from inside the house.

Little Red Riding Hood didn't think much and pushed the door open.

Ryan frowned. This voice seemed different from the old lady he met yesterday.

"Something is wrong."

Ryan was slightly alert and followed Little Red Riding Hood into the wooden house.

The wooden house was not large, with a large bed in the corner.

A thick quilt covered the bed, and under the quilt was the outline of a human figure.

"Grandmother, how is your illness?"

Little Red Riding Hood put the fruit in her hand on the table and walked over to the bed, worried.

"I feel much better when I see you. Did you bring any friends?"

A dull voice came from under the blanket.

"Yes. He is a kind-hearted older brother who was afraid I might be in danger in the forest alone, so he came with me to see you."

Hearing this, Little Red Riding Hood smiled brightly.

"There are still such kind people, bring him here so that grandmother can see him."

It was still the same dull voice, but this time it sounded a little worried.

Little Red Riding Hood turned and looked at Ryan hopefully. "OK!"

"Grandma, please take a good look."

Ryan lifted his lips slightly and walked over to the bed.

"Tasty... good smell..."

The sound under the covers was intermittent, as if something was being suppressed.

As Ryan walked to the bed, the suppressed sound finally broke through, becoming hoarse and harsh.

"Tasty... It smells so good! I can't help it!"

Tear!

Sharp claws tore the blanket, and a hairy werewolf in pajamas jumped out from underneath it.

Saliva oozed from its fangs, and its eyes were hungry.

It was greeted by two dark muzzles.

"Your bloody, wolfish stench can be smelled a mile away."

Ryan narrowed his eyes, expressionless.

Without hesitation, he fired two shots directly into the werewolf's chest.

The tremendous force of the impact threw the werewolf straight off and into the wall.

Click!

With a flick of his hand, two bullets were skillfully loaded into the shotgun.

Two shots were fired again without a pause.

Bang! Bang!

One shot in the chest, One shot in the head.

The marbles, like flowers scattered by fairies, shattered the fragile wooden house.