"Jessie." The brown-haired girl only said her name.

"You're college students?" Jack drove the car very slowly, keeping an eye on the road.

Jessie nodded, "We're both from New Mexico Highlands University, and we've just finished our final exams, what about you?" ”

"I'm from LA." Jack told the truth.

Jessie looked surprised, "Wow, big city people, how can you come to a poor country like ours?" ”

"I was about to change jobs, and I had half a month off, so I wanted to come out and have a look, to be honest, I had hardly been to other cities before."

Jessie looked a little envious, "I also want to go out and travel by car and be free." ”

"There will be a chance, but you'd better bring a gun, it's a bit dangerous for a pretty girl to travel alone."

Jack gave advice and praised her in disguise, and the awkward atmosphere between the two disappeared, and under Jessie's introduction, Jack also knew the names of her companions.

The red-haired girl's name is Frang, her boyfriend is the glasses man Evan who smokes 'American herbs' in front of people, the curly-haired yellow shirt is called Scott, and his girlfriend is called Carly, they are all Jessie's best friends and friends.

"We're here."

The dilapidated gas station from before finally came into view, and the filthy old man at the door was still sitting on the chaise longue as before, grinning at them with a few teeth left.

The two got out of the car together, Jessie's eyes lit up, and she found a worn-out public phone, and hurriedly ran forward, picked up the receiver and put it down in disappointment.

"Sir, this phone is broken, is there another phone here that I can lend to call?"

The dirty old man shook his head and replied in a thick southern accent for a long time: "This is the only phone in the neighborhood." ”

Jack, who was standing on the sidelines, didn't speak, his eyes roamed around, the broken tin house made him very uncomfortable, the last time he felt this way, it was in the old zoo where the serial murderer was hiding.

Eventually, his gaze fell on the row of strips of dried meat hanging from a wooden shelf on one side of the house, and his eyes suddenly became cold.

"Sir, do you live here alone?" Jack asked.

The dirty old man continued to shake his head, as if he was struggling to speak: "My children occasionally come to visit me and bring me something to eat." ”

"Like those jerky?" Jack gestured to the wooden frame.

Jessie on the side looked at him with some confusion, not understanding why he was still chatting with this old man.

"Yes, there are a lot of wild deer here, and my kids are very good at dealing with the timid ones." The dirty old man said inarticulately.

Jack's eyes narrowed slightly, and his body began to tense.

"Then please tell me, do the wild deer here have tattoos?"

"You damn bastard, there are too many problems."

The dirty old man suddenly struggled to his feet from the chaise longue and stumbled into the door behind him.

"What's going on?" Before Jessie could figure out what was going on, she was dragged behind her by Jack.

"Sons of the beach, die!" The dirty old man, trembling with a worn-out double-barreled shotgun, reappeared in the doorway.

Bang! Jack had already pulled out the FK7.5 under his armpit, and shot the opponent right in the center of the eyebrow, ripping off most of the pervert's head.

"Ahh

"What the hell is going on, why does he want to kill us, why do you have a gun."

Jessie was a little frightened and tried to break free of Jack's grip on her left hand.

"Shut up, of course, because only people have tattoos."

Jack took the initiative to raise his senses, his head buzzed with her screams, and he hurriedly shouted at her screams.

Although the wooden frame is more than ten meters away, a rose is tattooed on one of the pieces of dried meat, although it is a little blurry because of the sun, but the perception bonus brought by Jack's current 26 points of spiritual power is enough for him to clearly see the pattern on it.

"You're saying it's human flesh?"

Jack led her over the old man's corpse to the tin room, where there was a faint smell of corpses, and by the window there was an old-looking freezer.

With a snap, the lid of the freezer, which was already a little closed, was opened, "You can confirm it with your own eyes." ”

"Vomit" After Jack let go of her arm, Jessie covered her mouth and ran out of the house, the freezer was full of severed human limbs.

"Don't leave me."

Seeing Jack walk out of the house and walk towards the back of the house with the very domineering-looking pistol, Jessie screamed and hurriedly followed, and the next second, she was stunned when she saw the scene in front of her.

Bypassing the dilapidated trailer that obscured the view, what appeared in front of the two of them was a huge pit, which was filled with all kinds of wreckage, minibuses, vans, pickups, and most of all types of sedans and recreational vehicles, all of which added up to nearly a hundred.

Some of the wreckage has long been rusted under the sun and rain, but many can be seen to be dragged into the pit for no more than a year or two.

"My God, are these these" Jessie covered her mouth, tears streaming down her eyes.

"I'm afraid yes, now I'm worried about those companions of yours." Jack's face is very ugly, he only knows what a Texas chainsaw massacre is in horror movies, and he has no impression of this cannibalistic one, and this scale is too scary.

Jessie woke up from a dream, "You mean the one who put the wire mesh is probably it."

She hurriedly wiped her tears and walked to the firebird parked on the side of the road, "We have to go back to save them immediately." ”

"Calm down, we have to figure out a way first." Jack dragged her back again.

"Even if I threw things away in my car, I could barely squeeze four people."

As he spoke, he jumped on the dilapidated trailer and took a look, and with a bit of luck, the car keys were inserted in it.

"Listen to me, we don't know how many people and weapons the other side has, I only have a gun, and I can't protect you all, understand?"

Jack motioned for Jessie to get into the trailer first, "We'll drive this car over and pick them up." ”

"And what about your car? Why don't we drive over together? Jessie asked, confused.

Jack had a big head, and now he was desperately hoping that his firebird would be the KITT that wouldn't blow a flat tire and would not smash the cement pillar without shedding paint.

His eyes moved to a large piece of dirty tarpaulin on the trailer and he had an idea.

Jack waved at the girl, "Help me drag this tarp down." ”

He drove the firebird to the back of the pit, parked with a broken car on the edge of the pit with the front of the car backwards, covered it with the broken tarpaulin, and then stood at a distance to see it, the effect was okay, and at first glance there was not much difference.

"My car is hidden here, and if something goes wrong with the trailer, we just need to be able to get back here."

It's okay to help save people or something, but Jack is really reluctant to let the baby car eat guns.

"Thank you, really." Jack drove the trailer, and Jessie in the passenger seat seemed to be much calmer and sincerely thanked him.

Yes! Ask for a ticket!!

Otherwise, they will eat you!!

(End of chapter)