Daria waved the machete that Ethan had handed her back and forth, and said in a flat tone:

"He's a cop, and he's an amazing cop."

Ethan grabbed the bullet from the cabinet and put it in his pocket under the surprised gaze of several of them.

He looked up and shrugged his shoulders at Scott.

"Do you have any questions?"

"There's no problem, whatever you want."

Scott quickly shook his head, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he usually dislikes these people wearing blue clothes, but at this time, he only hopes that there are more people wearing blue uniforms around him, the better.

After learning that Ethan, who was Svenven in front of them, was a police officer, Jesse and Carly were surprised for a while, and their hearts were much calmer.

Ethan was not too optimistic, just now there were fourteen of these people, including the owner of the gas station.

Now he has solved three, but eleven more people.

While they were eating, the big man said that someone was keeping watch outside, and I don't know if there will be more.

Thinking of this, Ethan said in a deep voice:

"You should have heard what they said just now, there are woods in a radius of dozens of miles here."

"There are two ways, the first is to get out in the woods, but if you get lost, you will be in a very dangerous situation."

"The second method, snatching a car and rushing out along the road, may be able to escape quickly, but it will also be very dangerous."

Finding a shotgun inside the house means that everyone else will have a gun in their hands as well, and in this case, it will be difficult for him to keep everyone safe.

After speaking, Ethan put the shotgun under his arm and took the lead in saying:

"I want to take a fight and grab a car."

Scott swallowed and was about to object.

The other three girls all nodded, and he hurriedly nodded in agreement for fear of being left behind.

This is the reason why Ethan was the first to express his opinion, and people at this time will have a herd mentality.

Daria will definitely obey him unconditionally, as long as one person follows, the others will be more inclined to the other's ideas.

Ethan now has a gun in his hand, and he wants to give it a go.

These people wander in the mountains all year round, and even if they are not professional hunters, they can easily be hunted down if they wander around in the forest.

As Francine fell in front of him, Ethan noticed the arrow protruding from her eye socket.

Seeing that the opinions were unified, Ethan hesitated, took the machete from Daria's hand, and handed her the double-barreled shotgun in his hand.

"I'll go to another house and look for the car keys."

Ethan looked at his watch, "It won't be ten minutes at the latest, you guys will wait for me in this room first, it's safe here for the time being." ”

"It's okay, I'm here."

Daria gripped the shotgun in her hand tightly and nodded firmly.

Under the worried gazes of several others, Ethan quietly opened the door and looked out.

He turned around and made a gesture that was okay, and his figure flashed and disappeared into the doorway.

Jesse hurriedly stepped forward and closed the door, and several people in the room waited with apprehension.

Ethan walked out of the cabin, and the afternoon sun was blazing.

He bent down and circled the side of the room, moving quickly between the miscellaneous items that were placed around the room.

After advancing some distance, we came to the side of a house.

Hearing the commotion coming from inside, Ethan leaned in and looked inside through the gray glass.

The room was also a mess, with a large bed against the wall and a few shotguns next to it.

He looked at the few people on the big bed and clenched the machete in his hand.

On the bed, there were men, women, and children, all entangled together, constantly grinding steel bars.

Most of the people inside have distorted faces and strange appearances, recalling their conversation at the dinner table, giving people a feeling of mental retardation.

He couldn't help but think of what Brock had told him as an anecdote when he was on patrol.

In remote places that are inaccessible to the rest of the world, there are some ethnic groups that live in seclusion.

They hardly interact with the outside world and live in their own little world.

Some of these groups have been bred over a long period of time and have become deformed children, mostly due to inbreeding.

These people are hideous and psychologically distorted.

In this environment, they generally make a living by hunting, but it is difficult to say what they are hunting, and some even feed on people.

When Ethan questioned, Brock shrugged his shoulders and said something that made sense.

"It's a fucking world, how do you know there's not going to be some fucking things happening."

Brock ended up describing these people in a few simple words, mountain cannibals.

And now, what I have encountered is obviously the mountain cannibal that Brock talked about as an anecdote.

Ethan saw a strong man holding an old woman and grinding steel bars, and he didn't look at it.

He leaned over and continued to look for a suitable target.

It wasn't long before Ethan stopped next to a quiet house, and he peered inside.

The emaciated man lay on the bed and fell asleep, scratching his chest with his hands from time to time.

Ethan hurriedly walked around to the door and pressed his palm against it.

None of them were in the habit of locking the door, so he carefully pushed open the wooden door and slipped inside.

Ethan first rummaged through the clothes on the ground, but when he didn't find it, he directly pressed the machete to the man's neck.

The cold blade pressed against the flesh, and the sleeping man opened his eyes.

Ethan held back the discomfort, stomped on the bed, and pressed the dirt-covered clothes he had grabbed in his hand in advance to his mouth.

"Can you understand me?"

With a little force in his grip on the machete, the blade cut through the flesh and blood flowed down.

The man felt the pain and quickly blinked his eyelids.

Also, if you really give birth to that kind of idiot who can't understand words, it is estimated that these people will not hesitate to poison them.

Ethan looked him in the eye and asked in a low voice:

"Where are the car keys?"

The man's eyes were confused for a moment, then he blinked.

Ethan slowly took his clothes away, and the hand holding the machete secretly forced, as long as he was slightly wrong, he wiped it down.

The man looked at the knife in Ethan's hand and said with a slurred tongue:

"Under the pillow."

Ethan stared at him, then ran his hand under his pillow.

After a few fumbling strokes, his fingers touched the cold metal, and he smiled and pulled his hand out of the pillow.

A bunch of car keys appeared in his hand, and looking at the logo, it was a Ford.

The man saw the corners of Ethan's upturned mouth, and quickly stammered:

"Please, I don't want to die."

Ethan nodded in agreement, "You're right, no one wants to die." ”

He tightened his grip on the knife and swiped it down with his backhand.

The blood vessels were severed, and the blood mist spurted far away.

He hurriedly took a few steps back and concluded that this guy must have high blood pressure.

At this moment, there was a noise inside.

Ethan jerked his head, and a wooden door opened, revealing an ugly naked woman.

Her mouth was wide open, the kind of opening and closing that normal people couldn't do.

"Whoosh"

Before she could make a sound, Ethan swung his arms with all his might.

The machete flew out with a cold light, and directly disappeared into the mouth, nailing the woman to the wooden door.

The wooden plate in her hand fell, and a pile of air-dried strips of meat came out.

Ethan walked by with a cold face, stomped on her chest, reached for the still trembling handle of the knife, and pulled the machete out of her mouth.

"Bang."

A dull gunshot rang out.

(End of chapter)