The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 134 Golden Legend!

Seeing Jack's gloomy face and ignoring her all the time, Jessie's expression gradually became desperate, her eyes dimmed, and several people fell silent. The car fell into silence for a moment, leaving only the dilapidated trailer making an unpleasant noise while driving. The creaking sound.

Back at the gas station again, Jack signaled Carly not to turn off the engine. The three of them stayed in the car, and got out of the car alone with a pistol to check the surrounding environment.

The corpse of the old man at the door was still in place, and the cracked brain had already attracted many flies and other carrion insects. Jack turned around and found nothing unusual, and waved to the three of them to signal safety.

He walked to the broken public phone by himself and checked it carefully before confirming that it was completely hopeless.

At first, Jack thought that as long as the wiring is not broken, there are so many old cars in the big pit behind, and he can always dismantle something and put together a simple phone, but if the wiring is not connected, there is really no way, his skills have not reached the level of hand rubbing. radio level.

The three of them got off the station far away from the corpse. Seeing Jack busy, Jessie seemed to have finally calmed down a bit at this moment, but just watched him hesitate to speak.

When Carly and Scott saw the dirty old man's body and the sudden arrow before, they had long since given up the idea of ​​verifying whether there was real human flesh in the room, and just wanted to hide as far away as possible.

Jack deliberately ignored Jessie, and he didn't know if it was related to education or cultural traditions. Lao Mei seemed to particularly advocate individual heroism, as if no matter in disaster or danger, as long as a hero appeared, what kind of mission and obligation would it be? Ah, this one should bear everything.

There is no such thing as dishonesty, public interest, or self-sacrifice for others. Take care of yourself, at most your family, and wait for the crisis to end.

Ordinary people only need to be responsible for criticizing the heroes from the moral level afterwards and knocking them out of the dust.

So Jack has no interest in being a hero. He has already done it with a clear conscience. He has seen a lot of beautiful girls, so he wouldn't risk his life with others just for the one in front of him. Take an arrow in the head to test whether the healing technique works His trip is planned for this time.

Picking up the old-fashioned double-barreled shotgun from the old man's corpse, Jack checked it, and it should still work, but he didn't intend to use it to fight a group of monsters who are not afraid of death.

Throwing the shotgun to Scott, he walked into the iron house to find out if there were any more bullets. He wondered if these freaks who prey on humans would set up an ambush on the dirt road they left. It is good.

There is a simple wooden shelf in the dark corner of the wall, on which there are a lot of odds and ends. A box of deer bullets was found in a rusty biscuit box. Jack was about to leave the room full of corpses, and his eyes suddenly He condensed, and his eyes were attracted by a yellow stone on the shelf.

He stretched out his hand to pick up the stone and turned it upside down. He felt that it was extremely heavy in his hand. It was estimated that such a small cylindrical piece weighed three to four kilograms. He suppressed his excitement and walked to a place with more light.

Golden legend!This is actually a piece of natural gold, which is commonly known as the dog's head gold by the people of Seris. There are almost no impurities on the surface, and it exudes a charming golden light in the sun.

Unexpectedly, killing monsters could still drop treasures, Jack was ecstatic, and hurriedly searched on the wooden shelf, and he found a small cloth bag, opened it, and found a bag full of gold dust.

The doubts in Jack's mind had been answered. He wondered how this group of ugly deformed people had been hiding in the mountains and forests without being discovered. It is impossible for so many people to rely on cannibalism and hunting alone.

They must have a continuous supply of living supplies, and there are so many powerful hunting crossbows that are much more expensive than ordinary firearms. You must know that ordinary bows cannot shoot themselves up from a distance of 200 meters. I can't start.

Like the Riven crossbow that Hannah gave him, the effective range is only 200 meters, and the market price is at least three thousand dollars. It is enough to buy three or four of them with the ordinary AR15, and the number of cheaper AKs can be doubled. times.

The reason turned out to be because these guys were guarding an undiscovered gold mine.

Jack fell into deep thought, and then made a decision, doesn't Laomei like heroes?He will be the hero today.

He found an empty one from a large pile of portable gasoline cans in the house, poured the bag of gold sand into it, filled it with gasoline, and stuffed the piece of natural gold into his pocket. Jack carried the gasoline can and walked out of the house, passing by three people. When he was by his side, he stuffed the box of deer bullets to Scott as if nothing had happened.

"Come with me, I have a plan."

Jessie, who had an ugly face, suddenly raised her head to look at him, and her eyes seemed to regain a little brilliance, but she still didn't dare to speak when she saw Jack's still stern face and opened her small mouth.

Jack walked to his Firebird, which was covered with a tattered tarpaulin, pulled out his mountaineering bag from the back seat, removed the magazine from the gun, and handed it to the three of them together with the empty magazine at his waist. Then he handed her a box of hollow point rounds.

"Help load the bullets and replace them all with this one."

He still doesn't believe it, even if these freaks are not afraid of pain, but if they are still alive and kicking after being hit by a hollow-point bullet, he should suspect that these guys are not carbon-based creatures.

The three of them worked together and quickly completed this simple task. At this time, Jack also found Hannah's Riven crossbow and a bag of crossbow bolts from the trunk.

There are not many crossbow arrows, only a bag of 20, but the things that the little rich woman plays are the most expensive. The aluminum-clad carbon arrow shaft and the tungsten steel heavy arrow are not only powerful, but as long as the arrow feathers are not damaged, they can be retrieved. Come and use it repeatedly.

"Who would use this?" Jack picked up the box containing the crossbow.

"I will, I have learned from my father."

Jessie took the box and assembled it very skillfully, she seemed to be really good at it.

Jack naturally stuffed the gasoline barrel containing the gold into the trunk and closed the lid.

"Okay, let me talk about the next plan."

Jack's face was serious, and being stared at by his sharp eyes, the three of them couldn't help but suffocate, and cheered up.

"Evan is dead, and Francine may still be alive. If you want to rescue her and don't want to be part of the corpses in the refrigerator in that room, you must strictly follow my orders."

The three nodded desperately.

"Give me your mobile phones." Jack said to Scott and Carly.

Enter a string of the same phone number on the mobile phones of the two, and he returns the mobile phones to the two.

"Scott took the shotgun for self-defense, took Carly, drove the trailer, returned to the highway, and drove in the direction of Las Cruces. Don't contact anyone on the road. After the mobile phone has a signal, the first Time to call for help."

(End of this chapter)