CHAPTER 187
Chaos erupted underground like a storm breaking loose from the earth itself. Gunfire echoed through the reinforced halls. The sharp smell of gunpowder and smoke burnt the air. Hunters ran across the marbled floors, shouting orders, taking cover behind steel pillars and overturned tables. Sirens blared in the distance, flashing red lights painting the chaos in crimson.
The hunters were used to fighting supernaturals—wolves, vampires, or any other beings—but this time something was different. The invading men were fast and precise, moving with discipline rather than primal instinct. And they weren't affected by any of the chemicals that were meant to slow or kill them.
Mike, one of the senior instructors, ducked behind a concrete wall as bullets pinged around him. He gritted his teeth, reloading his handgun before glancing toward his squad. It dawned on them that they were just facing normal people.
