The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 137 The Origin of the Ogre
"Something's wrong."

Hiding behind the stone, after observing the simple cabin for a long time, Jack muttered to himself.

"What's wrong?" Jessie on the side suppressed her nausea, watching the four ogres in front of the cabin eating a human leg by the campfire.

"Everything is wrong. The wooden house is too small, there are too few people, and they all look like adults, and there are no other buildings nearby. Strange, don't these people live in groups?"

Jack was a little puzzled. The number of ogres he encountered before would not be less than 15. Almost half of them were killed or injured by him.

Moreover, the four ogres here are either axes, machetes or shotguns, and there are no wire crossbows that can shoot 200 meters.

Just as he was hesitating whether to make a move, the sound of an engine came from a distance. Jack quickly put his arms around Jessie and lowered her head to prevent anyone from discovering her.

Within a few minutes, an off-road vehicle appeared on the path behind the wooden house, went around the wooden house, and stopped by the campfire. A figure in uniform jumped out of the vehicle.

Jessie's eyes widened, and she looked at this guy in a camel ranger uniform and a cowboy felt hat in surprise. He was a normal-looking southern white man.

After getting out of the car, he yelled at the four ogres, accompanied by punches and kicks, because his words were mixed with too many southern slang, and the two people hiding behind the stone only listened to them roughly. .

The general idea is to scold the ogres for being too careless when hunting, causing too many casualties, and the labor force here will not be enough in the future.

What's surprising is that those ferocious ogres didn't say a word, and even though the ranger vented, even if he was kicked to the ground, he immediately got up and just lowered his head to eat the human flesh in his hand.

"Get ready to do it, be careful, I want that person alive."

Jack leaned close to Jessie's ear and whispered, the girl nodded and began to string the crossbow.

The ranger seemed to be exhausted from venting, he let out a sigh, and shouted at the tallest ogre among them, pointing at the wooden house.

"Go and get the things, I'm going to the city to exchange some money and buy medicine for you bloody bastards."

Without saying a word, the tall ogre walked into the wooden house with a stooped body. After a while, he came out with a heavy cloth bag and handed it to the forest ranger.

This guy was about to untie the cloth bag to check, when a low growl suddenly came from behind, "Do it!"

A crossbow arrow was accurately inserted into the eye socket of the tall ogre, followed by continuous dull gunshots, but in just two or three seconds, the remaining three ogres were all shot in the chest and their heads exploded, and fell on the ground. on the ground.

And the ranger was shot from the side, his right leg and knee exploded, and he fell to the ground and let out a miserable scream.

Jack changed the magazine as he walked, and when he came to him, the bullet had been reloaded.

Kicking the guy over, Jack had his chest on him and the Osprey muffler's distinctive square barrel pressed against his chin.

"I ask, you answer, do you understand?"

"Oh help, let me go, these things belong to you, don't kill me."

Jessie struggled to pick up the heavy cloth bag from the ground, opened it, and couldn't help but let out a low breath, it was astonishingly full of yellow gold sand.

"Who are you? What are these monsters?"

"My name is Sam Eugene, and I'm the ranger here. You can't kill me."

Jessie stepped on the wound on his knee, her eyes were red, and she asked sharply, "Tell me, what are these monsters? Why do you let them eat people?"

"Oh forgive me, I didn't tell them to do it, it's their nature to beg you to stop."

In this intermittent narration called Sam, the two had a general understanding of the origin of these ogres.

The story begins a hundred years ago. In 1907, Indiana promulgated the first eugenic sterilization law, which stipulated "compulsory sterilization of criminals, idiots, rapists and mentally handicapped in state detention."

California followed in 1909, and eventually, a total of 32 states passed similar laws.

Thousands of Native Americans have been forcibly sterilized, and there are also a large number of immigrants of color. The most incredible thing is that this law is quite undiscriminatory, and many poor people who are also white are also not let go.

Among them are the low-level white people in the southern states who were first called red necks. They are regarded as degenerate, mentally retarded and inferior races.

Under the influence of social Darwinism prevailing at the time, some believed that these 'redneck whites' would reproduce much faster than decent white families, and that if left unchecked, they would eventually replace decent whites and ruin the Aza This excellent breed.

The ancestors of these ogres came from those rednecks who did not want to be 'castrated' and fled to New Mexico.

"Then how did they become such ghosts?"

Jack had a general understanding of this period of history in his previous life, but he didn't understand that even if he hid in the mountains and was isolated from the world, and inbreeding, he wouldn't degenerate into this ghostly appearance.

"I don't know either. I heard from my grandfather that they first hid in an oasis in the Alamogordo Desert. There were thousands of people. Later..."

Well, then they got an atomic bomb
Now Jack understands everything. On July 1945, 7, the beautiful country detonated the world's first nuclear bomb at the "Trinity" test site in the desert near Alamogordo, New Mexico. The national forest is only two to three hundred kilometers away.

"Later they fled into the mountains. Since my grandfather, our family has been sheltering them. There is a small gold mine upstream here. Most of them live in the mine and exchange materials with us with gold. And we are in charge of covering their tracks."

"Then why do you want to attack tourists who come here? Do you want to eat people?"

Jessie was so angry that she crushed it with her toes, causing Sam to beg repeatedly in pain.

"No, we can't help it. The gold mines have been exhausted, so I organized them to go downstream to pan for gold. This is their spontaneous behavior."

"spontaneous?"

Jack sneered at the side, and fired another shot at his left knee. Sam let out an astonishing scream, but his chest was pinned down and he couldn't move, he could only twitch in pain.

Jack moved the muzzle of the gun to between his legs again, "Let me find you lying again, and you won't be in a wheelchair for the rest of your life."

He deliberately left a little hint in his words to make this guy think he would be let go. In fact, in his heart, this guy has already been sentenced to death regardless of whether he participated in cannibalism or not.

"No, don't stop, I'm telling the truth, don't torture me anymore"

Sam gasped for air, trying to ease the excruciating pain.

　I overslept today, the last chapter was written too quickly, I forgot to name it, sorry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)