The dark clouds in the sky cracked a little crack, revealing a small half of the first quarter moon, and the cold moonlight cast a white snow, and in this snow, which seemed to be smeared with a faint silver light, stood an Indian man with a strange face.

Holding an axe in his right hand and a bloody human head in his left hand, he raised his head to the sky and let out a strange battle cry unique to Indians.

"Woo lush."

As the sound faded away, the same battle cries rang out around the drilling camp.

"Knock knock. Woo Lu Lu"

Jack felt as if he was hallucinating, and from the distant mountains, there seemed to be a muffled sound of war drums, echoing the roar of Martin Hansen and the Reservation Tribal Police.

He subconsciously shrunk his neck, and this scene made people choke with a kind of sorrow from the heart, as if seeing a civilization that had perished, emitting its last wail from the nailed coffin board.

But he was immediately relieved that even if there were really undead spirits and karmic retribution, they would not come to trouble him, the person who came to help.

is the so-called wronged debtor, and he is a white-skinned and yellow-hearted "egg man" who comes through the soul.

After a while, the old sheriff and his officers who were scattered around gathered in the middle on snowmobiles, and their work for the day had just begun.

Drag all the scattered corpses into the room, and then fire at random with the weapons of the security guards to create the illusion of cannibalism.

Then they doused it with gasoline inside and out, and the brutes had already prepared enough fuel for themselves, and the tribal policemen had to bring in the gasoline not far behind the house and pour it into the bucket after bucket.

When the sky was dark, a pillar of smoke rose into the sky, and everyone stood far away, watching the raging fire engulf everything.

Jane, who had just arrived, looked left and right, only to find that Jack, Cory Lambert, and Martin Hansen had disappeared without a trace.

"He told you to go back to the hotel as soon as possible and wait for the call, there is still a lot more to do." Arya, whose eyes were red, leaned into Braxton's arms and said to Jane.

——

"Ahh

Pete woke up in the howling cold wind, gulping in on the thin air, the icy air he sucked into his lungs and turned into a white mist as he exhaled.

"Any idea where you are?" Jack asked, squatting beside him and smiling.

"You, don't come here, you devil!" Pete was so frightened that he propped himself up and tried to stay away from him.

"Tsk." Jack smacked his lips helplessly, he was really just asking a question, and leading the way was a local hunter who looked like "Hawkeye", Corey Lambert, who had never been to such a high place in his life.

"This is Gannett Peak, the highest mountain in Wyoming." Corey put down the telescope in his hand and handed it to Martin Hansen, who was sitting next to him.

"During the hottest time of August, there was a foot of snow here, and today it was nice, it was cold and the snow was deep."

Pete's panicked gaze scanned back and forth over the three people in front of him, and gradually showed despair, there was no need to talk nonsense, no matter how stupid he was, he understood the current situation.

"Run." Martin Hansen only said one word, and his face was still painted, and his body was covered in blood, and he looked extremely horrifying.

Pete shivered, subconsciously looked at his feet, but found that the shoes on his feet were gone, and the skin on them had turned blue-purple, and he had already lost consciousness in the cold wind.

"Fake, what did you do to me?"

"Didn't he say it clearly enough? You have only one chance, run, or die. Jack kindly helped explain.

"Where can I go?" Pete looked around blankly, surrounded by snow and ice.

"There's a highway about six miles away." Corey casually pointed into the distance.

Pete struggled to his feet, "I, I don't understand. What do you want from me?"

"Bang!"

"I'll let you run!" Corey suddenly raised his shotgun and fired a shot in his ear, and the loud roar frightened Pete into turning his head and running, howling as he ran.

"Ding"

Jack found a bare stone and sat down, pulling out a cigar and lighting it for himself.

"It's more than 13,000 feet above sea level." Martin Hansen kindly reminded him.

Jack glanced at the pile of cigarette butts at his feet and rolled his eyes, "How far do you think he can run?" ”

Corey raised his gun and aim, "2,000 feet." ”

Jack and Martin turned their heads together to look at him in surprise, not understanding why he could say so sure.

"My best result was killing a wolf at 2,000 feet."

The two couldn't help but laugh.

Unfortunately, before Pete could run 500 feet, he fell headlong in the snow, only to see him turn over with difficulty, gasping for air, but blood kept gushing out from his mouth and nose.

Jack turned to Corey and asked, "Will you still be able to find this place tomorrow?" He's also somewhat useful. ”

"Of course no problem, I'm a hunter, so it makes sense to show up everywhere, doesn't it?" Corey shrugged.

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How to cover up a vicious event, the usual practice is to have a funeral, for example, what to do when you accidentally set off a somewhat exaggerated mountain fire for land acquisition and burned too many poor ghosts.

That is, of course, for the media to focus on how the heroic rescuers went to great lengths to save a kitten from the rubble.

The published photos must be a big murder girl with a small milk cat, so that it is both topical and visually impactful.

It's a pity that in this wild reservation, there are no cute little milk cats, and there is no way to let the pretty girl show her career line in temperatures of more than ten degrees below zero, so Jack can only find another way.

Fortunately, there are times when the Wild Lands also have the benefits of the Wild Lands, although the drilling camp is a federal lease set aside from the reservation, but if something happens.

For example, if the security guards in the camp accidentally die due to infighting caused by alcohol abuse and DU, the nearest tribal police officer is still obliged to help.

Especially when there is an FBI nearby who is dealing with the murder of an aborigine, then it is natural that she should lead the team and take the tribal police to investigate the scene to see if there is a need for the FBI to send a team.

So Jane, who hurried back to the hotel, only had time to freshen up briefly, and received a call from her boss that she had no choice but to drive back again.

By the time she returned to the drilling camp, it was already 9 a.m., and the fire truck that had arrived in a hurry like her had just extinguished the embers at the scene, and then an Aboriginal firefighter accidentally discovered something wrong in the burned frozen soil at the scene.

So in full view of everyone, the bones of one after another victim women were excavated.

(End of chapter)