After a brief call with Jessica, Rorschach frowned, van? Do it yourself? Isn't this dead skin the body?

Staring at the dead skin of his head lying on the ground, Rorschach made up another shuttle of bullets, not afraid of 10,000, just in case.

The old black man in the Ford pickup truck jumped out of the car, held a shotgun in his hand, walked up to Rorschach, looked down at the dead skin lying on the ground, and said in a deep voice:

"Its car isn't nearby?"

"Not there."

Rorschach shook his head, "You're Billy Talot?" ”

"Yes."

The old black man turned his head to look at him, "I know you, new sheriff. ”

"Quatman thought you were missing."

Rorschach finished speaking, pointing a gun at the dead skin on the ground, "Mr. Tarotte, to make a long story short, what do you know?" ”

Billy sighed and said in a deep voice:

"I've been preparing to kill it for 23 years, and it's happening now, it's happened before, my daughter was killed by it, and the fire in the church tonight is what it wants to destroy the body, destroy the evidence, so that we don't know. Although it is dead now, the truck is the source of the disaster, and if it is not destroyed, it will be resurrected again in 23 years. ”

"So that truck is the body?"

Rorschach asked.

"Ontology?"

Billy was stunned for a moment, "It can be understood that Sheriff you use strange words. ”

Rorschach narrowed his eyes, and the truck rushed out of the police car, and instead of running away, it drove towards them, apparently with the aim of recovering the dead body.

Thinking of this, Rorschach turned his head to look at Phil and asked:

"Agent Coulson, do you have enough firepower?"

"What firepower do you want?"

Phil smiled, "RPG?" ”

"How many?"

The corners of Rorschach's mouth curled.

"That's enough to blow that truck five or six times."

"Good!"

Rorschach nodded.

Billy looked at Rorschach and asked puzzled:

"Sheriff, what are you going to do?"

Rorschach pointed to the dead corpse on the ground and said lightly:

"Let's hang this guy on the pickup first, and we'll get rid of that van here."

Billy also understood Rorschach's intentions, and quickly turned back to the pickup, pointed the harpoon battery gun at the rear of the car, and pulled the lever to retract the steel cable, and the harpoon hung on the back of the pickup truck with the dead body.

Phil sent someone to drive the Chevrolet SUV over, and a total of six RPG portable bazookas were moved down by field agents.

Rorschach turned on the "Hunter Tracking, Tracking the Undead Creature", then took out his mobile phone and took a look, there was nothing on the map for the time being, if the truck was really alive, it should also belong to the undead creature, and now wait for it to appear in the tracking range.

The tires of the school bus were repaired by the police officers, and some of the police officers drove the police bus to escort the students on the school bus away from the area for the time being, leaving only Rorschach, Phil, Billy, and five field agents at the scene.

Rorschach looked around, pointing to the dirt slope covered with trees in the distance.

"Agent Coulson, you're ambushing there."

"Okay, Sheriff."

Phil nodded.

Rorschach turned his head to Billy and said:

"Mr. Tarot, let's drive the pickup truck onto the road first, and when the truck appears, we'll lead it to the dirt slope."

"Okay."

Billy hesitated, "Sheriff, I'll do it alone." ”

"Two people are safer."

Rorschach smiled.

"But ......"

Billy seemed to be trying to say something.

Rorschach hurriedly waved his hand and said:

"That's it, hurry up and prepare."

Looking at the broken corpse hanging behind the pickup car, Rorschach squinted his eyes, no matter how he looked at it, he felt that this guy was different from the monsters he saw in the "World of Warcraft" who were corrupted by the "Elder Gods", although the "World of Warcraft" painting style is more cartoonish, but the characteristics of those Elder Gods are tentacles, but this guy has no tentacles, but has a pair of bat wings.

Rorschach stepped into the passenger seat of the pickup truck and instructed Billy to drive the pickup back onto the road, where Billy's youngest son had been assigned to stay with the school bus officers.

Billy parked the pickup truck in the middle of the road, his palms holding the steering wheel sweating, and although he was ready to die with the dead skin, he was still nervous at this time.

He tilted his head and looked at Rorschach, who was holding his phone, the new sheriff seemed very different from the "stupid sheriff" he had seen before.

Rorschach looked at the map on his phone and began to wait silently for the undead truck to appear, no one knew where it would appear from, so he had to stay inside the pickup, only then could he find its location as soon as possible and direct the pickup to the ambush location.

……

Four young men in leather jackets and riding Harley-Davidson motorcycles were heading towards the town of Hobo when one of the riders gestured to his companion to urinate urgently, then turned the handlebar and leaned towards the side of the road.

The other three riders followed him to a stop on the side of the road, and after a while, the rider, who was in a hurry, ran out of the bush with his trousers in his hand, shouting:

"Hell, come and see!"

The three riders hurriedly ran over, only to see an old-fashioned truck parked behind the bushes, with the rear facing them, and the surface was rusty.

"Did anyone drop it here?"

"I think so."

"What do you think is inside?"

"What do you think would be in there besides cow?"

The four of them laughed and walked towards the old-fashioned van, where one of the blonde riders pulled out a flashlight and shone it.

"Wouldn't it!?"

"Won't anything?"

"Look at the license plate!"

I saw a license plate hanging on the rear bumper with "BEATNGU" written on it.

"Beating you?"

The black rider of the four frowned, and the method of memorizing the license plate number in Sam's Country was mostly to memorize it as a phrase.

The urgency rider thought for a moment and said:

"Or Is it being eating you?"

"Possibly."

The black rider nodded.

The short-haired rider beside him shuddered, and hurriedly said:

"I remember my grandmother once told me a story about a man-eating truck, and it seemed to be the license plate."

"Impossible!"

The black rider laughed, "I've heard that story too, it's just nonsense." ”

"No, no!"

The short-haired rider hurriedly waved his hand, "I heard it did happen." ”

"Yes."

The blonde rider on the side also nodded, "I've also heard that someone really disappeared, more than 20 years ago." ”

"Those 23 years were just a story."

The black rider shook his hand absently and walked towards the vintage wagon.

The urgency rider was stunned and asked puzzled:

"What's the story?"

The short-haired rider looked at him and explained:

"It's just a guy driving around and eating people in a horrible old-fashioned van with that license plate on it."

The blonde rider on the side also said:

"I heard that when that truck appeared, there would be a song with lyrics like, "The monster is eating, where did you get those eyeballs......"

"So scary?!"

The urgency rider felt chills all over his body, "Let's get out of here." ”

"What are you afraid of, those are all lies."

The black rider walking in front pointed to the license plate of the vintage van, "This one should be made at home, and every year on Halloween at least one idiot makes one of these plates." ”

"But the tire prints are new."

The urgency rider looked around.

"You think it just drove in?"

The black rider asked, "Do you think anyone is going to be in there?" ”

"I don't know."

The urgency rider shook his head.

Before they knew it, the four of them walked up to the old-fashioned truck, and the short-haired rider touched the door with his hand.

"This car is so hot."

"It's hot?"

The black rider also touched it curiously, and sure enough, it was hot, and he stepped on the rear bumper to kick onto the rear compartment, trying to pull the door handle above.

Bang, clang!

The door handle couldn't be pulled at all, and just as the black rider was about to give up, the door suddenly opened on its own, and he quickly jumped backwards, sitting on the ground with a butt.

The other three riders hurriedly gathered around, and the car was dimly lit, and six or seven objects wrapped in white cloth were placed inside.

"What the hell is this?"

The black rider walked to the car door, "This can't be true, can it?" ”

The short-haired rider said behind him:

"The flies are real, and the smell is real."

The black rider pinched his nose and reached out to lift the white cloth from the things.

Suddenly!

At the same time, the frame of the door stretched out a sharp iron pipe, like a big mouth that devoured people, and at once it bit off half of the black rider's body, blood splattered everywhere, and the remaining half of the black rider's body knelt weakly in front of the compartment door.

The other three were directly frightened by the scene in front of them, and fell to the ground, screaming.

The iron pipe was retracted, and the black rider's head rolled out of the compartment.

"Ah——!h

The three of them kept screaming, got up with rolling belts, and ran towards the Harley-Davidson motorcycle, which was parked on the side of the road.

But before they could get any far, two cables shot out from the bottom of the wagon, piercing the chests of the blonde and short-haired riders.

The Urgency Rider didn't care about his companions, got on his motorcycle, and headed for the road, he just wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible.

The rope was quickly retracted, and the two riders were dragged to the side of the car, through which blood was sucked into the pipes under the car, which were connected to the fuel tanks, which were all blood, and it turned out that it was powered by human blood.

The fuel tank was full, the old truck made a tractor-like sound, the body trembled, and even the exhaust pipe spewed green fire.

The old van slowly drove onto the road, speeding towards the direction where the dead skin had last appeared with a roar of engines.