The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 131 Ah!Fresh meat! (Ahhhh fresh meat!)
"Jessie." The brown-haired girl only said her own name.

"Are you college students?" Jack drove the car very slowly, keeping an eye on the road conditions.

Jessie nodded, "We are both from New Mexico Highlands University and just finished the final exam, how about you?"

"I'm from LA." Jack told the truth.

Jessie showed a surprised expression, "Wow, people from big cities, how could they come to such a remote place like ours?"

"I'm about to change jobs, and I have half a month's vacation, so I want to come out and have a look. To be honest, I have hardly been to other cities before."

Jessie looked a little envious, "I also want to drive alone and travel freely."

"There will be a chance, but you'd better bring a gun. It's dangerous for a beautiful girl to travel alone."

When Jack gave her advice, he praised her in disguise, and the awkward atmosphere between the two disappeared. With Jessie's introduction, Jack also knew the names of her companions.

The red-haired girl is called Francine, and her boyfriend is Evan, the guy in glasses who smokes 'American Herbs' in front of people. The curly-haired yellow shirt is called Scott, and his girlfriend is called Carly. They are all Jessie's best friends. and buddies.

"We have arrived."

The dilapidated gas station before finally appeared in front of them, and the dirty old man at the door was still sitting on the recliner as before, grinning at them with a mouth with few teeth left.

The two got out of the car together. Jessie's eyes lit up and she found a dilapidated public phone. She hurried forward, picked up the receiver and put it down in disappointment.

"Sir, this phone is broken. Is there another phone here that you can lend me?"

The dirty old man shook his head, and it took him a long time to answer with a strong southern accent: "This is the only phone nearby."

Standing aside, Jack didn't speak, and looked around. This broken iron house made him very uncomfortable. The last time he felt this way, it was in the old zoo where the serial murderer was hiding.

Finally, his eyes fell on a row of dried meat strips hanging on a wooden rack on the side of the house, and his eyes suddenly became cold.

"Sir, do you live here alone?" Jack asked.

The dirty old man continued to shake his head, as if he was struggling even to speak: "My children come to visit me occasionally and bring me something to eat."

"Like those jerky?" Jack pointed to the wooden frame.

Jessie on the side looked at him with some doubts, not understanding why he was still chatting with this old man.

"Yes, there are a lot of wild deer here, and my children are very good at dealing with those timid guys." The dirty old man said inarticulately.

Jack narrowed his eyes slightly, and his body began to tense.

"Then please tell me, do the wild deer here have tattoos?"

"You bloody bastard, you have too many questions."

The dirty old man suddenly struggled to get up from the recliner, and stumbled into the door behind him.

"What's going on?" Jessie was dragged behind by Jack before she could figure out what was going on.

"Son of the beach, die!" The dirty old man appeared at the door again tremblingly holding an old double-barreled shotgun.

boom!Jack had already pulled out the FK7.5 under his armpit, and shot the opponent between the eyebrows, knocking off most of the pervert's head.

"Ah..." Amidst Jessie's scream, the dirty old man's body fell to the side of the door.

"What the hell is going on, why does he want to kill us, why do you have a gun."

Jessie was frightened into hysteria, trying to break free from Jack's grip on her left hand.

"Shut up, of course because only humans have tattoos."

Jack took the initiative to improve his perception, his head was buzzing by her screams, and he quickly suppressed her screams.

Although the wooden frame is more than ten meters away, there is a rose tattooed on one of the pieces of dried meat. Although it is a bit blurred due to exposure to the sun, Jack's current perception bonus of 26 points of mental power is enough for him to see clearly. pattern above.

"You mean it's human flesh?"

Jack pulled her over the old man's body and walked to the iron house, where there was a faint smell of corpses, and there was a very old-looking freezer by the window.

With a snap, the lid of the freezer, which was already a little tight, was opened, "You can confirm it with your own eyes."

"Ugh" After Jack let go of her arm, Jessie covered her mouth and ran out of the room. The freezer was full of severed human body parts.

"Don't leave me."

Seeing Jack walking out of the room and walking towards the back of the room with the very domineering pistol in hand, Jessie screamed and hurriedly followed. The next second, she was stunned by the scene in front of her.

Bypassing the dilapidated trailer that blocked their view, what appeared in front of their eyes was a huge crater filled with wreckage of all kinds of vehicles, including minibuses, vans, pickups, and most of all types of cars. And recreational vehicles, all the vehicles add up to close to hundreds.

Some of the wreckage has long been rusted from the sun and rain, but there are many others that can be seen, and they have not been dragged into the pit for more than a year or two.

"My God, are these all?" Jessie covered her mouth with tears in her eyes.

"I'm afraid so. Now I'm worried about your companions." Jack's face was very ugly. He only knew about the Texas Chainsaw Massacre in horror movies, and he had no impression of the man-eating one, and the scale was too scary.

Jessie woke up like a dream, "You mean it might be the wire mesh."

She hurriedly wiped away her tears and walked towards the Firebird parked by the roadside, "We have to go back and save them immediately."

"Calm down, we have to think of a way first." Jack pulled her back again.

"Even if I throw things away, my car can barely squeeze four people."

As he said that, he jumped into the dilapidated trailer and took a look. Fortunately, the car key was inserted in it.

"Listen, we don't know how many people and weapons the other party has. I only have one gun and I can't protect all of you, understand?"

Jack signaled Jessie to get on the trailer first, "We'll pick them up in this car."

"Then what about your car? Why don't we drive there together?" Jessie asked suspiciously.

Jack has a big head, and now he really hopes that his Firebird will be the KITT that won't blow out, and can smash the concrete pillars without peeling off the paint.

His eyes shifted to a large, dirty tarp on the trailer, and he got an idea.

Jack waved to the girl, "Help me drag this tarp off."

He drove the Firebird to the back of the pit, parked the car with the front of the car backwards with a broken car beside the pit, covered it with the broken tarpaulin, and looked from a distance. .

"My car is hidden here, and in case something happens to the tow truck, we just need to get back here."

It's okay to help save people, but Jack really doesn't want to let the baby love the car to be shot.

"Thank you, really." Jack was driving the trailer, and Jessie in the co-pilot seemed to have calmed down a lot, and sincerely thanked him.

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