"What's the matter?" The tattered door was opened, and a skinny, skeleton-like creature with an acne-covered face staggered in the doorway.

"We're looking for Chip Hansen, is he there?" The old sheriff looked at the thin poisonous insect in front of him with an unkind expression.

The poisonous insects' eyes were confused, and the two of them who looked at them without saying a word, and they didn't even notice Jack not far away, and it took a long time to focus their eyes.

"I don't know, man." He replied vaguely, giving the impression that he might not have listened carefully, until he spotted Jane beside the old sheriff.

"Who are you Fake?" The poisonous insect's eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked the girl up and down with an extremely silver gaze.

Jane scolded unceremoniously, "I'm the FBI, idiot, are you Sam?" ”

"It's not." This guy looked at Jane in a daze, a little out of the world, and didn't know what kind of fantasy he had fallen into.

"Are you getting too high Sam again?" The old sheriff only felt a pain in his head, "How many times have I arrested you and put you in prison?" ”

"Ah, it's you, sheriff, what's wrong?" Sam was stunned, as if he had just recognized someone.

"Do you remember where your brother was?" The old sheriff asked.

Sam looked up at the sky, as if he was trying to think, and it took a long time before he seemed to wake up from a dream.

"He's in prison, you caught him."

"What? Wasn't he paroled? The old sheriff smiled and turned back to Jane and said, "Wow, you see, the local justice system is working very well. ”

"Well, you reminded me that my parole officer asked me to bring you something."

Sam said as he searched for it, muttering as he returned, "Oh, I found it. Yes, there it is."

Before the old sheriff could react, Jane was already alert, "Wait, let me see your hands and let me see"

On the other side, Jack had already pulled out Glock, but saw a spray shoot out of Sam's waist, squirting the old sheriff and Jane standing in front of him.

"Ahh

The two of them were sprayed with pepper spray and screamed, and on the other side, Jack saw the guy fleeing back to the house, but he put away his pistol, grabbed two clean clouds of snow from the ground with one hand, held back a smile, and walked quickly to the two.

"Ahemak ahem"

The two coughed desperately, bent over and knelt in the snow, coughing breathlessly.

"Don't open your eyes." Jack held his nearest old sheriff and rubbed the snowball in his face vigorously to help relieve his pain.

"Help me." Jane, who was snorting and tearful next to her, grabbed Jack's arm like a fish that had been thrown ashore and starved of oxygen.

Someone didn't pity her for the healing technique, the pain lasted longer, and the lesson could be remembered for a longer time.

Also sending a snowball to wipe his face, Jack took her pistol from Jane's hand, "Stay here and wait for me to come out." ”

The tin room was leaking on all sides, and Jack followed the sound of stumbling footsteps unhurriedly, through a living room, to the back room corridor.

He could clearly hear Sam the worm fleeing into the innermost room, rummaging through the cabinets, followed by a clear loading sound.

Jack stood at one end of the hallway, not moving on, his eyes swept around, and he reached out and hooked his foot to an empty wine bottle poured down by the wall, and pressed lightly.

The empty bottle rolled into the middle of the hallway, making a series of noises, and Sam the poisonous worm burst out of the room, the shotgun in his hand pointed at the place where the sound was made, and then he was stunned to find that there was nothing there.

Before he could look up at the end of the hallway,

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

Jack emptied the magazine at him without hesitation, without the slightest guilt of bullying a brainchild whose brain was about to be completely eroded by the poison.

The gunfire continued, and Jack advanced as he fired, and the 15 rounds were gone, and the man walked in front of Sam the poisonous bug.

With a "click", there was a sound of Glock 22 hanging up in his hand, and Jack pressed the magazine tenon, and the empty magazine slipped into the palm of his left hand, and at the same time a new 15-round magazine was stuffed in.

There was another "click", and with a flick of the thumb to release the button, the sleeve was reset, and the operation brought by the master's skill was so silky.

This is the first time Jack has seen a "creature" with such tenacious vitality, and he still has a breath after receiving 15 .40IN pistol bullets with his flesh.

Sam fell at the end of the hallway, staring blankly at Jack with puzzled eyes, as if he hadn't understood where this guy in front of him had come from.

Jack stretched out his foot and kicked away the shotgun that fell beside him, safety first, this kind of "elixir" thing can't be handled with common sense, I heard that there are high-level "zombies" who can still "charge" the police after more than ten shots.

There was a chaotic sound of footsteps behind him, and the swaying old sheriff and Jane walked in with each other's arms, their eyes red and swollen, and their noses still drooping.

"Corey got the other two guys at the back door, let's go." The old sheriff beckoned.

"This guy is still alive, we need to call an ambulance." Jane looked at Sam, the poisonous insect who was still panting, and her expression was a little tangled.

"It's a reservation, and it's an hour's drive away by ambulance." The old sheriff stepped forward and looked at it with a blank face, like looking at a pile of non-combustible garbage.

Jack returned the Glock 22 in his hand to Jane and gave a mock compliment, "Good marksmanship, Agent Banner." ”

Jane glared at him viciously, took her pistol, wiped the fingerprints on it with her gloves, and stuffed it back into her holster.

The head must be counted as Jane, and Jack cannot appear in the police report for the time being, otherwise he will likely be recalled to Los Angeles to face the questioning above.

Although there will be no major trouble, the follow-up investigation will not be possible.

The old sheriff pretended not to see anything and walked straight to the back door, while Sam, the poisonous insect lying on the ground, swallowed his last breath after a few ho-hos.

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"Are you alright?" Corey Lambert leaned lazily against the back doorway, holding a Herbert & Wesson M686 revolver in his hand.

In the snow in front of him, two young men knelt, already shivering from the cold.

"It's fine." Jane waved her hand and wiped the bottom of her nose with her sleeve, anyway, her image was almost ruined, as long as she was not embarrassed, it was someone else who was embarrassed.

"This thin man is the boy of the Hansen family." Corey pointed to the guy kneeling to his right and put away the left wheel.

Jack looked at the little bastard in front of him who was putting on an unruly look, this person was almost useless.

is obviously a young man who is less than 18 years old, but judging from his appearance, he can be said to be 35 years old, and compared with the poisonous insect Sam before, he can only be said to be barely two points more human.

(End of chapter)