Chapter 135 Sneak attack, no martial ethics!

"The requirements are the same as before, keep the speed low, no matter what you hit, even if you have a puncture, you cannot stop, you are not allowed to get out of the car, and you are not allowed to call the police until that number is contacted."

Scott held the shotgun and seemed to be more courageous. He asked with some confusion: "Why can't you call the police? Whose number does this belong to?"

Jack pointed at the wreckage of hundreds of vehicles in the big pit, "Do you think the local police would be so stupid that no one would notice that so many people are missing in their jurisdiction?"

"The owner of this number is David Rossi, a senior director of the FBI. You must contact him as soon as possible and tell me my name, and then"

Jack seemed to suddenly think of something, took Scott's cell phone, took a photo of the big pit, and pointed to the iron house.

"Go in, open the freezer, take a picture of the inside, and send it to David Rossi after the phone call. He will realize the seriousness of the matter."

Scott and Carly's expressions suddenly became very ugly. You looked at me, I looked at you, and they moved towards the iron house with difficulty.

A narrow smile appeared on Jack's lips, "We didn't waste too much time when we came back. Theoretically, no one will go around to set up an ambush in front of you, but after a while, they might not."

Seeing the two shivering around the corpse on the ground, entering the house, and then running out again vomiting, someone seemed to be in a better mood.

Of course, he didn't mean to tease them. If the young couple didn't realize the seriousness, it would be hard to prevent them from becoming blind and making arbitrary decisions. When they saw a highway patrolman, they rushed to ask for help, and were eventually killed and silenced.

This is definitely not because Jack pinched his nose and secretly watched those R-rated movies in order to watch some restricted scenes. It is impossible for him to watch American horror movies, let alone because he was scared to sleep after watching them. Without sleep, I can only play games all night long.

I have never heard of "Carrie," "The Heretic," "Piranha," "Friday the 13th," "Midsummer Nightmare," and "Jennifer's Body."

Scott stuffed the phone into his pocket with trembling hands, and then hugged the shotgun tightly, as if this could bring him some sense of security, but Carly did not put it away after clearing her stomach. He opened his boyfriend's arm.

"Hey! Hurry up and be smart!"

Jack stopped them and nodded his head with his hand, "Tell the people who come to us that we will go upstream along the river and leave marks at key locations."

Scott nodded vigorously, while Carly looked at her best friend with tears in her eyes, "Jessie, are you really not with us?"

Jessie shook her head firmly, just clenched the crossbow in her hand, and stared at Jack without saying a word, with an incomprehensible expression.

After the two of them got into the car and left, Jack looked at her.

"Promise me two things, or I'll leave you here."

Jessie hummed slightly and waited for him to continue.

"First of all, do everything as I say, no unauthorized actions are allowed."

"Second, no more crying or screaming, otherwise I won't..."

Before Jack could finish his words, he was blocked by two soft lips.

A sneak attack, without respecting martial ethics, someone just stared innocently and let it go.

Only then did he realize that from hugging the girl to escape, to ignoring her later, and finally silently deciding to help save people, he unexpectedly completed a successful PUA.

That's almost it. If this continues, grass will almost grow on Hannah's head in LA, waiting for his call to join her in Texas.

Jack exerted the strongest willpower in his life, removed his hands from the amazingly elastic waist, held Jessie's shoulders, and gently pushed her away.

"Ahem, I think I said before that I have a girlfriend."

He coughed slightly in embarrassment, ignored the girl's resentful eyes, and tried to pretend that nothing happened just now.

"Pack your things, there are still more than two hours before dark, we have to hurry up and get on our way."

Pure water, food, a survival blanket, and a bunch of outdoor debris were all stuffed into the hiking bag.

Jack glanced at Jessie, who was only wearing a low-cut sports vest, took off his thin coat and handed it to her.

"Put it on."

Then he handed her a small saber about the size of a dagger and motioned for her to tie it to her calf. He brought two knives in total and a slightly larger dog-leg knife on his waist.

Then I found a hunting vest from the back seat of the car and put it on. It was similar to a tactical vest. It had many small pockets, which was suitable for holding bullets.

After checking the weapons one last time, Jack slapped his forehead and almost forgot the most important thing. He opened the trunk and took out a folding gun stock, an internal red dot sight and a customized Osprey from the hidden compartment. silencer.

After installing all these accessories, his FK7.5 is truly complete, especially the folding stock, which is specially designed for FK pistols and is shaped like a spoon.

However, the "spoon handle" is curved, and the "spoon head" part is straight. There is a square hole in the middle of the "spoon head" that can be directly placed on the bottom of the pistol grip to fix the folding butt and the grip together. , you can still easily replace the magazine.

If he had had this gun butt just now, he wouldn't have been bullied by several wire crossbows at a distance of less than 200 meters.

After everything was prepared, Jack put on his hiking bag, covered his precious car with a torn tarpaulin, disguised it, and took Jessie's little hand into the woods next to the gas station.

There was a human-trampled trail in the woods. Considering the relationship between this gas station and those ogres, he had reason to suspect that it was trampled by those monsters.

Entering the woods again, Jack has gradually adapted to the surrounding environment. By adjusting his perception, he can be alert to the surrounding movements at all times without placing too much burden on his brain.

Not long after walking along the path, he was keenly aware of the unusual movement. He quickly turned around and raised his index finger to his mouth, signaling Jessie to be careful not to make any noise, and led her to hide in the bushes beside the road.

With a nervous look on her face, Jessie carefully strung her crossbow, took out a crossbow arrow from the quiver on her back and put it into the groove, and then made an OK gesture to Jack to indicate that she was ready.

After a while, two ogres appeared on the path, mumbling something while walking. You could barely make out the English with a strong southern accent, but it was very unclear.

Jack raised one finger and pointed at Jessie, and then raised two fingers and pointed at himself, which meant that she should deal with the first one and he should deal with the second one.

Jessie's face didn't look good, and she was so nervous that her pink lower lip turned white with her teeth. Seeing Jack's gesture, she nodded slightly to express her understanding.