These bells and whistles of jewelry can make the eyes of several women shine.

However, when they saw that the jewelry was stained with blood, they lost interest again, and Carly slammed the wooden cabinet shut.

Ethan walked over to the wooden shelf, his eyes scanning back and forth, and stopped at a small box with a lock on it.

These people don't even lock the door, why would they padlock a small box.

He was immediately interested, picked up his shotgun, and slammed the hilt of the rifle into the prepared position.

The lock fell, and Ethan reached out and opened the lid.

The moment the box was lifted, Ethan's snort became heavy.

Neatly placed inside were a small rectangular piece of metal smaller than a palm, and the charming color made his eyes light up.

"Oh my God."

At this time, Daria also walked up to him, and when she saw what was inside, she couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

Ethan counted in his heart, and there were a total of ten gold bars placed in the chest.

Looking at the rough shape, it should have been made by these cannibal mountain people after smelting the gold ornaments on the tourists' bodies.

He grabbed one and weighed it a few times, and a gold bar was about a kilogram.

That is to say, there is about ten kilograms of gold bars, which are worth a lot of money, and according to rough estimates, they can be sold for three or four hundred thousand dollars.

Ethan shook his head, wondering how these cannibal mountain people managed to get their hands on so much gold.

He picked up the heavy little box and placed it on the wooden table next to it, and with a muffled thud caught the attention of Daria and the others.

Seeing the gold in the chest, their eyes burst with light several times greater than before.

The group looked at each other, then nodded tacitly.

Daria and the others picked up two gold bars and played with them excitedly.

Looking at the remaining four gold bars in the box, Ethan also unceremoniously reached out and grabbed the gold.

After enjoying the heavy feeling for a while, he tucked the gold bar into the pocket of his jeans.

Four kilograms of gold sounds like a lot, but it's dense, so it's small and easy to tuck into your trouser pocket, which means that the belt bears a lot of pressure.

Stimulated by gold, they sped up their movements.

After a while, Jesse was pleasantly surprised to find several disassembled steering wheels in a cabinet.

The moment they saw the steering wheel, several people breathed a sigh of relief.

In the pickup truck, Ethan sat in front of the driver's seat and installed the steering wheel in his hand.

Ethan reached into the keyhole, and the heads of the three women came together, and all eyes fell on his hands.

A smile twinked at the corner of his mouth as he turned the key.

When the car sounded, Carly instantly cried with joy, and the girls hugged each other happily.

Ethan put gear, stepped on the accelerator, and the car slowly drove forward.

Carly and Jesse both stuck their heads out of the car window and looked at the houses behind them with complicated expressions.

After driving along the mountain road for more than half an hour, a house appeared in front of me.

The house blocks the road behind it, and there is a fence blocking this fork in the road, and people who don't know think it's a private place.

Ethan stopped the car and broke into the room with the Beretta M9.

After a few gunshots, he strode out of the house.

After two hours of driving along the road in the mountains, suddenly a sound came out of the car radio.

The sudden sound woke up several people from their slumber, and Jesse sat up straight and pulled his phone out of his pocket.

"Thank God, there's a signal."

She swiped the screen in surprise and hurriedly clicked on the dial to call the police.

"Stop."

Ethan immediately stopped her movements and quickly shook her head.

Jesse stopped and asked puzzled:

"Shouldn't we go to the police?"

"You're right, we really shouldn't have gone to the police." Ethan struggled to pull his phone out of his pocket and handed it to Daria, who was sitting nearby.

"We're looking for the FBI."

How many years have these cannibal mountain people wreaked havoc in the mountains, and even opened a gas station to sell stolen goods, Ethan had to wonder if the local police department had anyone to cooperate with them, or even be one of them.

Ethan turned his head and said to Daria:

"Help me find a guy named Racine in my address book."

After the call was dialed, Daria handed the phone to Ethan, and after a few rings, the phone was connected, and Rahim's voice was heard on the other end.

After the last private hearing, everyone at the Banshee Town Police Department had the cell phone number of FBI Special Agent Racine.

Distrustful of the local police department, Ethan decided to contact the federal department directly.

In the morning sunshine, a pickup truck pulls into a dilapidated gas station.

The car came to a slow stop, and the sound of chaotic footsteps rang out.

"Sir, is it convenient to ask for directions?"

The man who fell asleep on the recliner impatiently took off his straw hat and said vaguely:

"Where are you going?"

"Hell."

A smile tugged at the corner of Ethan's mouth.

The old white man, with dry hair and few teeth left, looked at the black barrels of the guns pointed at him, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

"I'm just a gas station owner, what are you doing here?"

"If you're not a fool, don't pretend to be one."

Ethan threw the machete in his hand to the old man, "Go find your family, they are all waiting for you in hell." ”

Carly, Jesse, Daria, and Ethan stood side by side, shotguns pointed at the old man named Oliver.

He heard Ethan's words, and his lips trembled, "You killed my family?" ”

Jesse raised an eyebrow, "Not a single one left." ”

Oliver jerked his head up, and with a look like a beast, he didn't grab the machete, but reached under the recliner.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Ethan's mouth, and he pulled the trigger violently.

Jesse and the others followed one after another, and the gunshots rang out violently, and countless projectiles sprayed on Oliver's body, and blood flew in an instant.

Both shotguns from the shotgun had been fired, and Carly was still gritting her teeth and pulling the trigger.

It wasn't until Ethan pressed the barrel that she stopped.

At this time, Oliver, who was sleeping on the recliner, was no longer human.

Ethan crouched down, and under the recliner sat a shotgun, these bastards really have a soft spot for double-barreled shotguns.

He threw away the shotgun in his hand, pulled out Beretta M9 and broke into the house, where Oliver was alone, as could be seen from the furnishings on the bed.

The inside of the wooden house is full of miscellaneous items and next to the kitchen is a refrigerator.

Ethan opened the refrigerator and filled it with beer and food, the corners of his mouth twitched as he watched the food, then picked up a piece of beer and walked out.

After waiting for half an hour, Ethan and the others had almost drunk all the beer in the refrigerator, and the sound of a car could be heard in the distance.

FBI Special Agent Racine saw the sign at the gas station and turned the car in, he stopped the car, grabbed his gray hair and walked out of the car.

Racine looked at the scene in front of him and took a hard puff on his cigarette.

"Shet."

On the chaise longue at the entrance of the wooden house, a humanoid object was lying on the ground, and the ground was covered in flesh.

At the base of the wall next to it, a man and three women in bloodstained clothes sat against the wall basking in the sun, looking at the expressions on their faces, as if they were on vacation.

They had beer in their hands and shotguns at their feet.

"Special Agent Racine, I am very sad that you do not trust me, and I have made a professional commitment."

Ethan saw that only one car was coming, and reluctantly picked up the last can of beer beside him and stood up.

(End of chapter)