Standing in front of the innkeeper, Craig could see clearly that the owner of the machete was wearing a hockey mask.

And the next scene that happened was even more unexpected to everyone, the machete that flashed with cold light, as if with the sentence of death from top to bottom, split the unsuspecting innkeeper in two and split it in two.

The thick plasma even splattered on the ceiling, and the bloody scene made everyone in the room scream.

"Ah~~"

"Oh my God, Owens, what did you do?" A woman in a pumpkin head mask yells at the hockey masked man, clearly unable to believe what is happening.

Because of all of them, she is the only one who knows that the person under the hockey mask is her taciturn son - Owens.

Owens was born with autism, and his heart is extremely sensitive and fragile. Any disturbance in the outside world can make the timid him scream in fright.

It was not easy for the old woman to raise such a child on her own, and it was not easy for Owens to live to be 24 years old in good health. Although life is stumbling, the mother and son can be regarded as close to each other.

But just last week, everything changed! When she takes Owens to the Crystal Lake for a picnic, Owens picks up a hockey mask in the clear crystal lake and takes it home.

After picking up the mask, Owens changed, he no longer went out, locked himself in a dark room and kept talking to himself, and when he opened the door, Owens, who was talking to himself, would stop and look at his mother with a cold look.

He didn't talk much, he became more and more reticent, and even paid no attention to his mother's cries.

"God, he killed Tom! He killed Tom! ”

In the face of screams and doubts, the man wearing the hockey mask remained silent and still did not say a word, and the blade in his hand was still dripping blood, and the mountain knife in his hand was raised high again, directly cutting off the head of a woman wearing a Mickey Mouse mask and screaming loudly.

"Enough, Owens, don't go wrong any more! Do you know what you're doing? Sooner or later, you'll ......."

Before the pumpkin head masked woman's words were finished, the sharp mountain machete directly cut her waist into two pieces.

Perhaps because they were accustomed to Freddy's rampant pretensions, except for a few women who panicked at such a bloody and horrific scene, the rest of the townspeople, although they were also a little trembling, still mustered up the courage to choose to resist.

Behind the hockey mask man, two strong men with thick wooden sticks in their hands and wearing the Monkey King mask had the courage to raise heavy wooden sticks and smash them hard at the hockey mask man's head.

"Smack!"

Two crisp cracking sounds sounded, and the two thick wooden sticks broke in response, and the tiger's mouths of the two men's hands were even more numb by the reaction force.

As if sensing the attack from behind him, the hockey masked man turned around stiffly, and the blood-dripping machete stabbed the two men one by one, completing the double kill.

"He's not Owens, he's not Owens!"

"Fire!"

"Fire!"

Several young men with guns turned their guns in unison, aimed them at the hockey masked man, and then pulled the trigger.

"Bang Bang Bang"

Continuous gunshots rang out, the smoke blocked the boys' vision, and the rich smell of gunpowder instantly filled the room.

Elm Street is just a remote country town, and most of the residents in the town are not wealthy, so naturally they don't have any spare money to go to the gun shop to buy any heavy firepower firearms.

The guns in the hands of the few young men with guns were almost all homemade shotguns made by themselves and made according to the drawings.

Although it is a firearm that is manually DIY, it can only be shot once each time it assembles ammunition, and the steps of assembling ammunition are extremely cumbersome, but the corresponding power of this homemade shotgun at close range is also very huge.

It's no exaggeration to say that even a few inches of steel plate within two meters will be beaten into a sieve, let alone a hockey mask man who is just flesh and blood.

But as the smoke quickly dispersed, the scene in front of them shocked everyone, and the shotgun that could shoot through even steel plates was deflated in front of the hockey mask man.

The hockey masked man who was hit head-on by the earthen shotgun was unscathed, only to take a few steps back because of the recoil of the bullet.

The hockey masked man, who was still silent, shook off the dust from his body, raised his knife again, and chopped melons and vegetables as if chopping a few brave young men into corpses.

At this time, the room was already in chaos, and the townspeople who dared to resist had all been turned into corpses by the hockey masked man, and the timid townspeople had completely lost the courage to resist, trembling and throwing down their weapons, headless flies rushed out of the door to leave this hell on earth.

The reincarnators, on the other hand, looked at each other, not because they didn't want to escape from the room with the other townspeople, but because they couldn't.

The exit of the room is behind the hockey mask man, and the hockey mask man is like a heavenly mound, directly blocking the escape passage of the reincarnators.

It's not that there is no reincarnation who thinks about the reincarnation who escaped by fishing in troubled waters when the hockey masked man slashed and killed the townspeople was diverted, but this adventurous reincarnation just got one meter closer to the hockey masked man, and the sharp mountain machete directly pierced the heart of the reincarnation.

Obviously, anyone who dares to approach the hockey masked man will be treated as prey and killed.

But waiting for this is also not an option, and when the hockey masked man has slaughtered the few remaining townspeople, it will be the turn of the overwhelmed reincarnators!

Under the tremendous pressure of death, the reincarnators also made unreasonable choices.

Faced with the dilemma that sticking out his head is death, and shrinking his head is also death, Martin and his black brothers chose to resist and fight a way out.

"Bang Dang"

A bottle of vodka was thrown out of Martin's hand and slammed into the hockey masked man's head, the glass bottle was smashed to pieces, and the pungent alcohol was all sprinkled on the hockey masked man's body.

The vodka was found by Martin in the cupboard next to the bedside, and when he opened the cap, he could smell a pungent smell of alcohol, and the vodka logo on the bottle was glued to it, which was obviously an inferior drink that the unscrupulous innkeeper had bought from nowhere.

But at this moment, these have undoubtedly become a lifesaver for Martin and others to survive. The black brothers behind Martin followed Martin's movements and threw bottles of wine on the hockey masked man's body, and the strong smell of alcohol even overshadowed the equally pungent and unpleasant smell of blood for a while.

A burning lighter drew a graceful parabola in the air and smashed it accurately on the head of the hockey mask man, and the high concentration of inferior alcohol on the hockey mask man was undoubtedly the best fuel, and the scorching flames suddenly drowned the hockey mask man's figure.

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