The weather was nice and breezy.

......

Jango drove a rusty, almost falling apart Chevrolet Colorado pickup truck on Highway 507 in the Old West.

If the Chevrolet, which is older than William, does not make the same sound as a tractor engine, Yang Ge will be in a very comfortable mood.

"Poof... Poof..."

What made him even more melancholy was that the Chevrolet old man went on strike again.

"Damn it!"

Jango cursed and jumped out of the car, opening the hood, the mushy heat smeared his face, he took two steps back, and sighed as he stared at the complex engine at a loss.

He had never been more nostalgic for the days when he hunted demons with William's stallion.

In the past, when the vehicle broke down, William always took out the wrench nonchalantly and looked up confidently: "Look at me!"

And he, all he needs to do is drink beer and greet William's ass with his combat boots from time to time, urging him to hurry up.

Dependence is always mutual, William is relying on him, why is he not relying on William?

Sighing for a long time, Yang Ge had to take out the toolbox and plunge headlong into the engine.

When he closed the hood with an oily face and a dirty face, he looked at the time and found that it was already two o'clock in the afternoon.

In more than 6 hours, he only walked more than 50 kilometers!

"Fuck!" Yang Ge angrily kicked the shriveled tire, jumped into the cab, and started the car to move on.

His destination is a small town called Pacifica, where he will be searching for guns and collecting supplies in preparation for tomorrow's entry into Montara.

......

The area where the town of Pacifica is located is beyond the safe area of the San Francisco camp, and according to the Demon Hunter Handbook issued by the Demon Hunters' Union, it is not recommended that witchers below level 3 go to these dangerous areas alone.

It has been 4 years since the Dark Ages, and no one knows what has become of those dangerous areas, and there are even pessimistic statements in the camp that God has abandoned humanity, and that dark creatures have created their own civilization in those dangerous areas, just like humans in the Age of Sunshine.

As the last warriors of humanity at the forefront of the human camp, all witchers know that although there are more and more dark creatures on the earth, they are still far from catching up with the number of humans in the Solar Age, and at most the number of human survivors in the Dark Age is on par with the number of human survivors in the Dark Age.

And dark creatures are just a general term for those bloodthirsty creatures by humans, and the known populations of dark creatures include vampires, werewolves, shapeshifters, ghouls, and other scattered groups of evil spirits, evil god clones and projections, and some things that no one knows what they are.

There is an ancient saying in China: If you are not of my race, your heart will be different.

This sentence is very appropriate between humans and dark creatures, and it is equally appropriate to use it between dark creatures, the war between vampires and werewolves has been going on for more than ten centuries, and the shapeshifters, as the weakest dark creatures, can usually only rely on other more powerful dark creatures to survive, and in the eyes of ghouls, all creatures with flesh and bones are food, which naturally includes humans, vampires and werewolves......

All demon hunters actually know in their hearts that human beings who have lost the high-power weapons of nuclear bombs and atomic bombs are actually unable to withstand the large-scale attack of dark creatures, taking San Francisco Camp as an example, no matter how you calculate the defense of San Francisco Camp, 100,000 blood slaves and half-werewolf-level low-level dark creatures are enough to completely destroy the entire San Francisco camp.

And in the whole of California, there must be more than 100,000 dark creatures!

The reason why Camp San Francisco can still stand like a lighthouse in the dark on the shore of the Pacific Ocean is nothing more than the serious infighting of the dark creatures that cannot form a large-scale coalition, and the two reasons why the dark creatures want to keep humans in captivity as lambs.

......

"Oh!" Jango screamed as the old Chevrolet roared and slammed a rotting ghoul into the air.

The closer you get to Pacifica, the more disgusting this stuff becomes, and this is already the fifth ghoul that Jango has crashed into and flying.

It was already dark, and Yang Ge turned on the headlights and saw a faint figure of a staggering figure shaking in the surrounding plains, and secretly estimated that Pacifica should have a small ghoul lair.

The appearance of ghouls is very close to the zombies in the Sunshine Age movies, but in fact they are disgusting dark creatures that have nothing to do with viruses and radiation, according to research by the Witcher Guild Research Institute, ghouls are actually mutated from cannibals, and their mutation is called Fall.

Low-level ghouls, with great strength and slow movement, can kill a large group of people by giving a ten-year-old child a submachine gun, but a ghoul who has entered the knighthood level will become like the wind and infinitely powerful, and a layer of hard bone armor will gradually grow on the surface of the body, and the mouth will be completely torn, and a sharp tooth as long as a finger will grow.

Guns are basically useless against ghouls who have reached the knighthood, and their heads must be cut off and burned to death with holy water or fire.

Yang Ge glanced at the katana and two Brownings in the passenger seat with a headache, and always felt that he was very stupid to use such a rudimentary weapon to strangle a ghoul lair of unknown circumstances.

He is a person who likes to plan and then act, but in the case of not being able to plan, he also does not lack the reckless courage of the Scott family that "nothing cannot be solved by machete + six consecutive shots, and if there is, roll over and do it again".

Turning over a small hill, Yang Ge finally saw Pacifica, who was dilapidated like a ghost in the night, and a dozen ghouls wandering around the town.

Yang Ge stopped, turned off the fire, lit a cigarette, and slowly put on his tactical vest.

Checking the ammunition, well, William's stallion finally got one thing right, and gave him a full eight magazines, which was enough.

"Drip ......"

Yang Ge pressed the horn hard.

A high-pitched, hoarse voice broke the silence of the evening in an instant, and Yang Ge saw all the ghouls looking this way at the same time.

Those fools with rotten brains were stunned for two seconds, and I don't know which ghoul let out a "wow", and all the ghouls rushed towards this side at the same time.

Their staggering pace made Jango worry that they would break his leg bone.

He took a deep puff of his cigarette, flicked the butt into the ghoul on the right side of the grass in the face, and raised his gun.

"Smack. ”

A crisp gunshot rang out, and the back of the ghoul's head spewed out a large stream of gray-white brains, and he staggered to the ground.

Yang Ge grabbed his katana and stuck it at his waist, opened the car door, and jumped out of the cab with two Browning in both hands.

And by this time, dozens of ghouls had already arrived in front of him from the town.

His eyes suddenly turned cold, "Come on, hyenas!"