Seeing Jack's gloomy face and ignoring her, Jessie's expression gradually became desperate, her eyes dimmed, and several people stopped making a sound, and the car fell silent for a while, leaving only the dilapidated trailer making an unpleasant creaking noise in the drive.

Back at the gas station, Jack motioned for Carly not to turn off the engine, and all three of them stayed in the car, getting out of the car alone with their pistols in hand to check their surroundings.

The corpse of the old man at the door was still in place, and the cracked brain had attracted a lot of flies and other scavenging insects, and Jack turned around, finding no anomaly, and beckoned to the three of them to signal safety.

He walked over to the broken payphone and double-checked it to see if it was completely hopeless.

Originally, Jack still thought that as long as the line was not broken, there were so many scrap cars in the big pit behind, and he could always dismantle something and put together a simple phone, but the line was not working, and there was really no way to do it, and his skills had not yet reached the level of hand-rubbing the radio.

The three of them got off the station and stayed away from the corpse, watching Jack busy, Jessie seemed to have finally calmed down at this time, just watching him stop talking.

When Carly and Scott saw the dirty old man's corpse, coupled with the sudden arrow before, they had long lost the idea of verifying whether there was really human flesh in the house, and just wanted to hide as far away as possible.

Jack deliberately ignores Jessie, and I don't know if it's an educational problem or a relationship with cultural traditions, Lao Mei seems to particularly advocate personal heroism, as if no matter if there is a disaster or danger, as long as a heroic figure appears, then what mission, obligation, all of them should be borne by this one.

What dishes are cooked, what public interests, what self-sacrifice for others, that does not exist, take care of yourself, at most take care of your family, and wait for the crisis to end.

Ordinary people only have to be responsible for morally criticizing the heroes after the fact and knocking them into the dust.

So Jack has no interest in being a hero, he has already achieved a clear conscience, he has seen a lot of beautiful girls, and he is not going to go out and play with people for the sake of such a person in front of him, and it is not in his plan to use an arrow in his head to test the treatment technique if it works.

Picking up the old double-barreled shotgun from the old man's corpse, Jack checked that it should still work, but he didn't plan to rely on this thing to fight a bunch of monsters who were not afraid of death.

Throwing the shotgun to Scott, he walked into the tin house, looking for any bullets left, wondering if the freaks would set up an ambush on the dirt road they had left, more weapons were always good.

In the dark corner of the house against the wall, there was a simple wooden shelf, on which a lot of miscellaneous items were placed, and a box of deer bullets was found in a rusty cookie box, and Jack was about to leave the room full of corpses, when his eyes suddenly froze, and he was caught by a yellow stone on the shelf.

He stretched out his hand and picked up the stone and turned it upside down, feeling that it was extremely heavy, and it was estimated that a small piece of almost cylindrical shape was three or four kilograms, and he hurriedly pressed it and walked to a more well-lit position.

Golden Legends! This is actually a natural gold nugget, which is commonly known as dog's head gold by the Seris people, with almost no impurities visible on the surface, and it emits a charming golden glow in the sun.

I didn't expect to be able to drop the treasure when fighting monsters, Jack was ecstatic in his heart, and hurriedly continued to search on the wooden shelf, and he found a small cloth bag, opened it and saw that it was full of bags of gold sand.

The vague doubts in Jack's mind were answered, and he wondered how these ugly deformed people had been hidden in the mountains and forests without being discovered, and it was unlikely that so many people could only eat human flesh and hunt.

They must have a steady supply of living materials, plus there are so many powerful hunting crossbows that are much more expensive than ordinary firearms, you must know that ordinary crossbows and crossbows can't shoot themselves from a distance of one or two hundred meters.

Like the Raven Crossbow that Hannah gave him, the effective range is only 200 meters, and the market price is at least 3,000 dollars, which is enough to buy three or four of them in exchange for an ordinary AR15, and the number of cheaper AKs can be doubled.

The reason turned out to be because these guys were guarding an undiscovered gold mine.

Jack fell into deep thought, and then made a decision, doesn't Lao Mei like heroes? He is the hero of this day.

Finding an empty one from a large pile of portable gasoline drums in the house, pouring the bag of gold dust into it, filling it with gasoline, and stuffing the natural gold nugget into his pocket, Jack walked out of the house with the gasoline canister, and as he passed the three of them, he casually stuffed the box of deer bullets to Scott.

"Come with me, I have a plan."

Jessie, who had an ugly face, looked up at him suddenly, and her eyes seemed to have regained some brilliance, but looking at Jack's still straight face, her small mouth opened, and she still didn't dare to speak.

Jack walked over to his torn tarpaulin-covered Firebird, pulled his backpack from the back seat, unloaded the magazines from his gun, and handed them to the three men, along with the empty magazines around his waist, and then handed her a box of empty bullets.

"Help load the bullets, all of them like this."

He still didn't believe it, even if these deformed people weren't afraid of pain, but they were still alive and kicking around after being hit by an empty bullet in the torso, he should have wondered if they were carbon-based creatures.

The three of them worked together to complete this simple task quickly, and Jack also retrieved Hannah's Raven Crossbow from the trunk, as well as a bag of crossbow arrows.

There are not many crossbow arrows, only a bag of 20, but the things that the little rich woman plays with are the most expensive, the aluminum-clad carbon arrow shaft with tungsten steel heavy arrows, not only is it extremely powerful, but as long as the arrow feather is not damaged, it can be reused when it is retrieved.

"Who's going to use this?" Jack picked up the box containing the crossbow.

"I will, I learned from my father."

Jessie took the box and assembled it very skillfully, looking like she really knew how to do it.

Naturally, Jack stuffed the gasoline canister with the gold hidden in it into the trunk and closed the lid.

"Alright, I'll talk about what's next."

Jack's face was solemn, stared at by his sharp eyes, and the three of them couldn't help but breathe and cheered up.

"Evan is dead, Fran is probably still alive, and if you want to get her back and don't want to be part of the corpses in the refrigerator in that room, you must strictly follow my orders."

The three nodded desperately.

"Give me your phones." Jack said to Scott and Carly.

Enter the same phone number on their phones, and he returns them to them.

"Scott took that shotgun for self-defense, took Carly, drove the trailer, returned to the highway, headed for Las Cruces, did not contact anyone on the road, and called for help as soon as the cell phone signal was available."

(End of chapter)