"Since I Became a Werewolf"

Chapter 3: The Heist

As soon as he pushed open the door, Glen saw a tall, slightly hunched figure calling on the neighboring lawn, holding something in his hand.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the old man turned his head. When he saw that it was Glen, his shout stopped. He seemed to want to ask something but held back.

He just showed a sinister smile.

If it were the original owner, he would probably have been frightened and rushed into the house, locking the door tightly.

But the present Glen was not afraid of him at all and returned a faint smile to him.

The old man's expression froze. It seemed that he was wondering why this cowardly lad was so brave today.

With a cold snort, the old man took the things and went back into his house, slamming the door shut.

He didn't find the dog's body? Glen withdrew his gaze from the neighbor and looked at the place where the bulldog had died last night.

Sure enough, there was nothing there. He couldn't help but look solemn.

He took a few large steps to that position and crouched down.

Up close, he still found some faint bloodstains, but they had been brushed or licked by something.

Sure enough, there were things wandering around here at night. Just don't know what they were? I'll have a look when I have time... Glen got up again, took another look at the old man's house, and then turned around and went back into his house.

He went straight to the utility room, found a wooden stick of unknown use inside, and swung it hard. It felt quite handy.

"It's you."

Although Glen had confidence in his fighting skills, this was no reason to be careless. After all, the other party had a gun.

The bearded man's revolver was left in the forest. I'll go and pick it up after this robbery. As long as I get the bullets, I can use it... Glen thought as he walked out of the house.

The town was still quiet. The distant view was swallowed by the fog. This was common weather in this area.

There were sunny days too, but they were very rare. If it weren't for the memory as proof, outsiders would surely think that this was an empty town shrouded in fog all year round.

Glen walked out of the yard. While being vigilant of his surroundings, he didn't forget to think about the countermeasures in case of a conflict.

With a light jump, he leaped over the fence and landed on the old man's lawn. He hid the wooden stick behind his back, came to the door of the house, and raised his hand to knock.

Dong, dong.

After two clear knocks on the door, Glen waited quietly.

But after waiting for a long time, the wooden door in front of him didn't move at all.

What's going on? Shouldn't this old guy rush out angrily and beat me up? Glen's eyes flickered slightly, and he continued to knock.

"Old man, I have something to talk to you about. Open the door quickly! I won't hurt you! I promise!" Glen shouted while knocking, adding in his heart... it's just a robbery.

He knocked outside for a long time in a daze, but there was no movement inside at all!

Glen changed from knocking to pounding. The dull pounding sound was much louder, but it was still useless.

He couldn't have disappeared out of thin air inside, right? Glen stopped pounding on the door, thought for a moment, and then said:

"Don't you want to know where your dear baby has gone?"

As soon as the words fell, Glen clearly heard a jingling sound coming from inside the house.

He should come out now, right? Glen was already prepared and stared at the wooden door in front of him.

But he overthought it.

There was still no movement. The corner of Glen's eye twitched, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

"Since that's the case, don't blame me for breaking in by force!" Glen stepped back a few steps and suddenly kicked out!

Boom!

The not - so - sturdy wooden door was kicked open like this. Glen didn't rush in directly but quickly flashed to the left. Sure enough, he heard a gunshot.

Bang!

The old man inside, who was about to shoot, seemed to not expect the target to be able to avoid it. He was stunned for a moment but immediately planned to reload and fire a second shot.

However, Glen had already rushed into the house at an extremely fast speed, raised the wooden stick, and swung it hard at the old man's head!

In a hurry, the old man could only raise his gun to block.

A great vibration came from his arm, which made the old man's heart skip a beat.

But before the old man could make his next move, he felt a heavy blow to his stomach and almost vomited out his dinner from the night before.

He waved the shotgun randomly, hoping to hit his opponent with it, but it was meaningless to Glen, who was experienced.

In his previous life, he had professional training, and he had his own ways to deal with armed enemies.

Taking advantage of the old man's weakness, Glen snatched the shotgun away and kicked the old man away again.

"Old guy, I advise you to be honest, or..."

Glen stroked the shotgun in his hand and looked at the tall old man who was slowly getting up, threatening.

The other party was about 1.9 meters tall, and his arms were very thick. He looked like a tough guy, but his disheveled appearance at this time made it easy for people to let their guard down.

"Kid, I don't know what's wrong with you, but don't think you're so powerful. I think our neighbors won't like too noisy residents."

The old man spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and said in a hoarse voice.

He should have noticed my abnormality just now, so he changed his overbearing style in the past and hid in the house... Glen didn't answer the old man's question but said:

"Where do you keep your food at home? Tell me, and I'll be merciful and spare your life."

This sudden change of topic made the old man stunned for a moment. "You... what do you mean?"

"What do I mean? I'm here to rob! Didn't you see that? I'm very hungry right now. Don't waste my time, or I don't mind making you suffer a bit." Glen looked impatient.

The old man's face darkened, and finally, he slowly raised his finger and pointed to a room in the house, saying, "All... all in the kitchen."

Without hesitation, Glen carried the gun and strode towards the direction the old man pointed.

Soon, the old man heard the sound of rummaging through things in the kitchen, followed by the chewing sound of eating.

He sat on the ground, not knowing what attitude to take for a while.

What on earth has this kid gone through? He's completely changed, and he has such powerful fighting skills? Could it be that he's possessed by an undead? The old man thought in his heart.

The old man's kitchen was even richer than Glen's. The cabinets were almost filled with food, which made Glen eat very satisfied.

After he was full, he had the leisure to examine himself.

From the fight with the old man just now, it was obvious that his physical strength had exceeded that of ordinary people, including me in my previous life... If Glen hadn't held back that decisive punch just now, the old man probably wouldn't have been able to stand up again.

All the wounds left yesterday had healed, leaving almost no traces. This was also a rather strange point...

He felt that something had filled some of his blood vessels, strengthening his muscles. When did this change occur? When he first transmigrated, his body was very weak, and he had forgotten what he felt... Glen clenched his fist, feeling the surging power.

He stopped thinking and came to the old man again, sincerely saying: "Thank you for your hospitality. Don't feel too aggrieved either. Didn't you bully me like this before? I think you also know that today is just karma. As for this shotgun, I'll take it with me."

In the old man's implicitly angry gaze, Glen walked out of the house.