"The requirements are the same as before, keep a low speed, no matter what you hit, even if you have a flat tire, you can't stop, you can't get out of the car, and you can't call the police until you contact that number."

Scott held the shotgun, seemed to be a little bolder, and asked with some confusion: "Why can't you call the police, whose number is it?" ”

Jack pointed to the wreckage of hundreds of vehicles in the pit, "Do you think the local police are really stupid enough that no one will find out that so many people are missing in their precinct?" ”

"The owner of this number is David Rossi, a senior FBI executive, you have to contact him as soon as possible, give my name, and"

Jack seemed to think of something suddenly, took Scott's phone, took a picture of the big pit, and pointed to the tin house.

"Go in and open the freezer, take a picture of the inside, and send it to David Rossi after the call, and he'll realize the seriousness of the matter."

Scott and Carly's faces suddenly became very ugly, you look at me, I look at you, and they moved towards the tin house with difficulty.

A narrow smile tugged at the corner of Jack's mouth, "We didn't waste too much time when we came back, theoretically no one should go around to set up an ambush in front of you, but maybe it will be after a while." ”

Watching the two of them shiver around the corpses on the ground and enter the house, and then vomit and run out again, someone seemed to be in a better mood.

Of course, he didn't mean to play tricks on them, if the little couple didn't realize the seriousness, it would be difficult to ensure that they were dizzy and made claims, and when they saw a highway patrol policeman, they rushed up to ask for help, and finally they were killed.

This is definitely not because Jack pinched his nose and secretly watched those R-rated movies in order to watch some restricted shots, he couldn't go to watch American horror movies, let alone because he was so scared that he couldn't sleep after watching them, so he could only play games all night.

"Carrie the Witch", "Heretic", "Piranha", "Friday the 13th", "A Midsummer Night's Terror", "Jennifer's Flesh", I have never heard of it.

Scott shoved his phone into his pocket with a trembling hand, then hugged the shotgun tightly in his hand, as if this would give him some security, and Carly never let go of her boyfriend's arm after clearing her stomach bag.

"Hey! Hurry up and be smart! ”

Jack stopped them and nodded his head with his hand, "Tell the people who come to us that we'll go up that creek and leave markers at key points." ”

Scott nodded vigorously, and Carly looked at her best friend with tears in her eyes, "Jessie, are you really not with us?" ”

Jessie shook her head firmly, just clenched the crossbow in her hand, and stared at Jack without saying a word, looking inexplicable.

It wasn't until the two of them got in the car and left that Jack looked at her.

"Promise me two things, or I'll leave you here."

Jessie hummed softly, waiting for him to continue.

"First of all, do everything as I say, and don't do it without permission."

"Second, don't cry anymore, don't scream, or I'll not."

Before Jack could finish speaking, he was gagged by two soft flaps of his lips.

Sneak attack, don't talk about martial arts, someone's innocent eyes widen, let it go.

Only then did he realize that from running away with this girl in his arms, to ignoring her in the back, and finally silently decided to help save people, he unexpectedly completed a successful PUA.

Almost, if it goes on like this, the grass is about to grow on Hannah's head in LA waiting for him to call to meet him in Texas.

Using the most powerful willpower in his life, Jack removed his hand from the amazingly elastic waist, grabbed Jessie's shoulders, and gently pushed her away.

"Ahem, I seem to have said before, I have a girlfriend."

He coughed lightly in embarrassment, ignoring the girl's resentful little eyes, trying to pretend that nothing had happened just now.

"Pack up our things, it's more than two hours before dark, and we have to hurry up."

Pure water, food, a life blanket, and a bunch of bits and pieces for use in the field, all stuffed into a hiking bag.

Jack glanced at Jessie, who was wearing only a low-cut sports vest, took off her thin jacket and handed it to her.

"Put it on."

Then he handed her a small saber the size of a dagger, and motioned for her to tie it to his calf, and he brought two knives with him, as well as a slightly larger dogleg knife at his waist.

Then take a hunting vest from the back seat of the car and put it on, this thing is similar to a tactical vest, there are many small pockets, which is quite suitable for loading bullets.

After checking the weapon one last time, Jack slapped his head and almost forgot the most important thing, opened the trunk and removed a folding stock, an inner red dot sight, and a custom Osprey silencer from the concealed compartment.

With all these accessories attached, his FK7.5 is truly complete, especially the folding stock, which was specially designed for the FK pistol and is shaped like a spoon.

However, the "spoon handle" is curved, the "spoon head" part is straight, and the "spoon head" has a square hole in the middle, which can be directly placed on the bottom of the pistol grip, and the folding stock and grip are fixed together, and the magazine can still be easily changed.

If he had this butt just now, he would not have been bullied by a few wire crossbows at a distance of less than 200 meters.

After all the preparations were made, Jack put on his backpack, re-covered the baby car with a torn tarpaulin, disguised himself, and took Jessie's little hand into the woods next to the gas station.

There was a path in the woods that had been stepped on artificially, and given the relationship between the gas station and the ogres, he had reason to suspect that it had been stepped on by the monsters.

Entering the woods again, Jack has gradually adapted to his surroundings, and by adjusting his senses, he is able to be alert to the movements around him at all times without putting too much burden on his brain.

Not long along the path, he was keenly aware of the unusual movement, and quickly turned around and put his index finger to his mouth, signaling Jessie to be careful not to make a sound, and took her to hide in the bushes by the side of the road.

Jessie looked nervous, lightly wound the crossbow, pulled a crossbow arrow from the quiver on her back and put it into the groove, and then made an OK gesture to Jack to signal that she was ready.

After a while, two ogres appeared on the path, whispering something as they went, barely audible English with a strong southern accent, but very indistinct.

Jack held up one finger and pointed at Jessie, and two more fingers at himself, meaning, she would deal with the first, and she would deal with the second.

Jessie's face was not very good-looking, so nervous that her teeth bit her pink lower lip white, and when she saw Jack's gesture, she nodded lightly to show that she understood.

(End of chapter)