A Turkey Shoot

Yarin's POV:

"F*ck!" Marty cursed and looked at me viciously. "It seems like you came prepared."

Tilda hit the back of my head with the butt of her gun. I almost fainted.

Ram was also a little impatient. He cut off my feet roughly and asked the other two, "What should we do? Run now?"

"Run," Tilda said immediately. "Drive. You'll be safe as long as you cross the border. Werewolves don't dare to cross the border."

"This is the only way." Marty seemed to be the one who made the decision. "The rest of them are unlucky. We can't care about them now. It's just a pity that this stronghold is here. It'll be tough to run such a hidden and convenient place in the future."

The few of them immediately led the two of them out of the warehouse through the back door. However, before they could go far, someone chased after them. The sparrow had been leading the way for them.

"Put down your weapons, hand over the hostages, and surrender immediately!"