Jason had just finished scanning the words on the notebook when the notebook snapped shut.

With this sound, everything in front of me disappeared.

Tables, tablecloths, cutlery, chairs, all gone.

Even the notebook itself is gone.

In its place is a street.

And his clothes have also changed to black trousers, white shirt, black waistcoat, in the style of a long black trench coat, and a gray hunting hat on his head.

The hockey mask is gone.

The wound ached.

But guns, bullets, grenades are there.

This relieved Jason, and he began to look around.

The wind blows slowly, with the pungent smell of soot, the streets are not wide, and the sides are filled with buildings ranging from 2 to 3 floors, making the whole street seem more and more crowded, and also making the buildings low, the ground is made of long bricks that have long been unable to distinguish the color of the bricks, and in the gaps between the bricks, muddy water fills them, reflecting mottled and dim lights.

The light came from the top of a street lamp with a heavy base and long and narrow branches.

Gas lamp?!

Turning his head, Jason was visibly stunned when he saw the slender pipes and screws on the streetlights.

He had only seen this kind of light on pictures.

Whether in the hometown or in the city that never sleeps, this kind of lamp has been eliminated by the times because of the advent of electricity.

It was the first time he had seen the real thing.

In addition, the surrounding buildings have a clear sense of old-fashioned times.

Obviously, the so-called 'etiquette lessons' are far from being as simple as he imagined.

"Illusion?"

"Or is it another world?"

"What shit!"

"What the hell is that notebook?"

Jason, who had had a similar experience, quickly calmed down, his hand gripping the handle of the MF92's gun.

He couldn't know the whole thing just yet.

But he knew it wasn't safe.

He remembered the words in his notebook clearly.

'At night, the patrolmen died one after another! ’

Jason's eyes widened as he surveyed his surroundings, hoping to find something, but the dim streetlights didn't help him much, and the darkness still restricted his vision.

Worse still......

Mist!

The faint fog was gradually thickening, blocking out the yellow light emitted from the gas lamp, making the large gas lamp look like a candle in the wind.

Soon, Jason's was out of sight from the gaslight.

Call!

Whew!

The narrowing of the field of vision made Jason's breathing a little heavier.

Just as he was pondering whether to create more 'light sources', he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck.

A cold, viscous, foul-smelling liquid dripped down his neck.

Subconsciously raised his head, and a strange face loomed at the edge of the light and fog.

No eyes, no nose.

Only mouths!

A mouth that is split to the base of the ear, baring fangs, and maintaining a certain exaggerated smile!

And that fishy liquid is the saliva that comes out of the mouth.

The next moment, the drooling monster jumped down and bit Jason with its mouth wide open.

Bang!

Without hesitation, Jason raised his hand and shot it.

Under the close-range shot, Jason's shot hit the monster's mouth accurately.

The impact of the bullet made the monster that rushed down into an upward spiral, and it was only at this time that Jason saw the whole picture of this monster clearly, the other party with a strange face, but the body was only the size of a rabbit, and the limbs were dry and slender, with extremely sharp, eagle claw-like claws, which looked extremely incongruous and weird.

However, the opponent's vitality is extremely strong, even if the bullet hits the mouth, but the next moment, the opponent rolls over, but it is the second and third shots that greet it.

Although the interval between shots was 0.5 seconds longer, Jason was carrying three guns.

Bullets fired from another MF92 pistol and a UZ submachine gun slammed the monster to the ground.

Even though the power of the gun in Jason's hand dropped by 50% because of the inconsistency of the age, three consecutive shots still seriously injured the monster, looking at the weakened monster, Jason let go of the UZ submachine gun equipped with the gun belt, took the first MF92 pistol in his mouth, and pulled the trigger again at the monster.

Bang!

This shot completely ended this monster.

As soon as the other party's dry and slender limbs kicked, there was no sound.

However, Jason was still staring at the monster.

In front of his retina, the Predator talent began to flicker again.

An intense, unprecedented hunger pang rose from the belly.

His stomach began to growl.

Goo, goo.

Jason, who swallowed his saliva, resisted eating this monster raw. Desire. Looking to the other side of the street, a figure was looming in the fog amid the crisp sound of leather shoes and the ground.

Naturally, Jason raised the gun in his hand, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the figure that was getting closer and closer.

"Don't shoot!"

"It's me!"

When the other party approached, he immediately shouted after looking at the muzzle of the gun at him.

At the same time, in order to show that he had no malicious intent, the other party also raised his hands.

Under the street lamp, the other party's appearance was covered by the collar of the erect windbreaker, and the black windbreaker itself was supported by the opponent's strong body.

However, at this time, the other party had a smile on his face.

"Well done."

"Worthy of the 'night watchman.'"

Looking at the corpse of the monster, the other party said this, as if he was relieved.

But this compliment did not make Jason let his guard down, and he still pointed his gun at the other party.

"Are the 'night watchmen' so vigilant?"

"I'm Sheriff Bundy here, not one of those monsters."

"And, I sought you to help us."

The sheriff named 'Bundy' explained again, but Jason remained unmoved.

"Maybe we should wait and see."

"My people will come later, and they will all be able to prove my identity."

Looking at Jason, the sheriff shrugged.

He knew that the rumored 'Night Watch' was not easy to deal with, but he didn't expect to be so cautious.

But he didn't have any anger.

Instead, the sheriff appreciates Jason's prudence.

Because, he is like that.

Much younger than expected.

But the efficiency is good.

Far more mature than their peers.

The sheriff was thinking of Jason from the bottom of his heart.

Similarly, Jason was looking at each other.

He has a strong body, thick calluses on the back of his hands, and is obviously proficient in hand-to-hand combat skills, and he also has calluses on his right hand and index finger, which are left by often touching the trigger, and he should be proficient in shooting, even quite clever.

And just as the two sides looked at each other, more footsteps could be heard on both sides of the street.

More than a dozen uniformed police officers came running briskly.

"Sir!"

The officers looked at the monster on the ground in horror as they saluted Bundy.

"Alright, boys, our troubles are solved."

"At least some of them have been solved."

"Now follow the previous schedule and go on patrol!"

In the end, the sheriff raised his voice, and suddenly, the surrounding police officers quickly left in twos and twos, and seeing that all his men had left, the sheriff looked at Jason again.

"They're all great guys, but they're scared."

"After all, they've never encountered anything like this before."

"Of course, so do I."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't have sent a letter asking for help."

The sheriff defended his men, and then, laughing to himself.

Soon, though, the sheriff retracted his smile.

He turned his attention to the monster in front of him again.

There was seriousness and vigilance on his face.

Although it seems that this monster is dead, who knows if this monster will come back from the dead.

You know, in many biographical novels, similar monsters will have the ability to come back from the dead, and they will be much stronger than the previous ones.

"What are we going to do with it?"

The sheriff pointed to the monster's corpse, and after a slight pause in his words, he simply added: "You are a professional, I listen to you." ”

Jason looked at the monster's corpse and asked very dryly:

"Is there a barbecue?"