Los Santos Hospital, Southwest California.

In the corridor outside the nursing ward on the third floor, a Los Santos police officer frowned, pacing back and forth in the clean and white corridor. Outside the hospital, a series of cars with sirens can be heard speeding by.

Finally, with the sound of the door handle unscrewing in front of me.

The officer suddenly stopped, turned his head to look at the white-coat doctor who came out of the ward.

"How? Are the wounded okay? ”

Looking at the nervous police officer in front of him, the doctor nodded and said, "He is already awake, you can go in and interrogate, but be careful not to ask for too long, the other party is too injured and needs to recuperate." ”

With that, the doctor shook his head and walked away.

Watching the doctor leave, the officer quickly pushed the door and walked into the ward, where he saw the bed. A young man on a drip, covered in bandages.

"Tommy, how are you feeling?"

The officer walked over to the bed. The man lying on it was none other than Tommy, a rookie policeman who had gone to Crystal Lake first.

Hearing someone talking to him, Tommy narrowed his eyes with some difficulty, but it was a little difficult because of the bandage on his head.

"Sheriff Ike?" Tommy looked at the tall figure beside his bed.

"Ask you a few questions, and you'll recuperate." Ike looked at Tommy with a not very good face and asked directly, "Did Jason do it?" ”

Tommy let out a soft "um".

"All the police officers except you died?" Ike asked again.

As if recalling something terrible, Tommy's eyes were full of fear, but in the end he nodded and said, "Yes, all sacrificed, including Jackson to save me." ”

Ike took a deep breath and asked, "Have you seen Jason?" What about his strength? ”

Tommy's fear in his eyes was even greater when he heard this, but he couldn't say a word.

Seeing this, Ike was silent for a while, reached out and patted the other party's shoulder gently, did not ask again, said "have a good rest" and turned to leave the ward.

Walking briskly to the hallway outside the nursing ward, Ike's boots "stomping" on the smooth floor.

Ike, whose face was extremely ugly, grabbed the walkie-talkie of his arrow, and said in a deep voice: "Let the officers below the first level and the sergeants be ready, we are in big trouble!" ”

As he spoke, Ike had already walked briskly to the elevator, and as soon as the elevator doors opened, he walked in.

Not long after Ike left, the silent hospital corridor suddenly flickered and twisted, and he heard a burst of "bang...... "......The sound sounded like a TV signal was in poor contact, and a tall figure with a height of 1.96 meters suddenly appeared.

The tall figure was dressed in brown-black leather, but it looked dirty and shabby.

What is interesting is that he is still wearing a hockey mask on his face, and a meter-long machete in his hand is clearly scary.

"Hee-hee...... Ha ha...... Hee-hee...... Haha......"

A strange and echoing breathing sounded, and the entire hospital corridor was suddenly plunged into an indescribably terrifying and oppressive atmosphere.

"Click"

"Squeak......

Jason stretched out his worn leather gloves and slowly unscrewed the doorknob, gently pushing the door open of the hospital room.

In the ward, Tommy, who was seriously injured and tired, had fallen asleep again at this time, and the electrocardiogram on the side was still beating "dripping".

"Bang...... Snap ......"

Jason slowly walked to the hospital bed. Beside Tommy, who was sleeping, a tall shadow completely enveloped the other party.

As if sensing some ominous aura, Tommy, who was still asleep, suddenly frowned at the moment when Jason approached him, and his face continued to ooze large pieces of sweat, and his body trembled slightly, as if he was resisting something.

"Whew...... Drink...... Call...... Drink ......"

Under the terrifying hockey mask, Jason's breathing came slowly, and the machete in his hand was slightly raised.

Under the shadow of the overhead light, a tall figure held a machete and swung it down without hesitation!

"Poof!"

"Drip ——————!"

The ECG suddenly became a straight line......

November 14th, the day after the Crystal Lake tragedy.

Inside the Los Santos Police Department Headquarters, Chief of Offices.

"Bump!"

The pot-bellied police chief Laker angrily smashed a telephone landline to the ground!

"You mean to say! A total of thirteen police officers in our police station, two fourth-class sergeants, all died in Crystal Lake, and then under the guard of more than 30 police officers, one surviving police officer was beheaded! As a result, I didn't even see a shadow of the murderer!! ”

Chief Lake angrily raised his hand and pointed at Sheriff Ike in front of him.

Faced with the spittle that the chief kept spraying on his face, Sergeant Ike reached out and took out a pack of tissues with an expressionless face, and after wiping the saliva off his face, he looked at the angry Director Lake on the other side and said, "Yes, that's right. ”

"You!"

Seeing that Ike was still talking to himself with such an attitude, Director Lake suddenly became angry again.

But Ike wasn't ready to let Director Lake continue to speak, and directly interrupted: "Actually, Director Leco, you should know who the murderer in this case is. Jason Wochs, our most well-known murderer in Los Santos Crystal Lake. But unlike other murderers, he's not human at all! ”

"Originally, Jason Warhs was only operating around Crystal Lake, and if we manage it well, we can minimize casualties. But now it's different! You should know how powerful Jason is, now that he's out of his Crystal Lake, and now he's in downtown Los Santos, what does that mean, I'm sure you know better than I do with Director Lake. ”

"Tommy was killed in the hospital room under heavy care, and when I found out, I immediately checked the surveillance of that corridor, and I could see that Jason appeared in the corridor of the ward in an instant, so I can confirm that the other party has abilities beyond our common sense, which is not something that we can handle at the Los Santos Police Department."

"Whew~~~"

When the pot-bellied Director Lake heard this, he suddenly let out a long breath, but he also calmed down. He sat down in the chair behind him, looked at Sheriff Ike standing in front of him a little weakly, waved his hand and asked, "So, what do you want to tell me?" Do you have any attention to deal with that Jason? ”

Sheriff Ike shook his head when he heard this, but he took out the folder he had been holding under his armpit and handed it to Chief Leco, and said seriously: "We can't do it, but we can ask for foreign help." ”

Lake raised an eyebrow and took the folder to look at.

"Qiao Hao? Huaguo boy? ”