Chapter 137 The Origin of the Ogre

"Something's wrong."

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

"What's wrong?" Jessie on the side suppressed her nausea and watched the four ogres in front of the cabin eating a human leg next to the campfire.

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

Jack was a little confused. The number of the group of ogres he encountered before was no less than 15. He killed and injured almost half of them. Even if the two he killed when he came were added, the number was still not enough.

Moreover, the four ogres here have either axes, machetes or shotguns on hand, and there are no wire crossbows that can shoot one or two hundred meters.

Just when he was hesitating whether to take action, the sound of an engine came from far away. Jack quickly hugged Jessie and lowered her head to prevent anyone from noticing.

Within a few minutes, an off-road vehicle appeared on the path behind the wooden house. After going around the wooden house, it stopped by the bonfire. A figure in uniform jumped out of the car.

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 he got out of the car, he roared at the four ogres, followed by a burst of punches and kicks. Because his words were mixed with too many southern slangs, the two people hiding behind the rocks only heard a rough idea. .

The general idea is to scold the ogres for being too careless when hunting, resulting in too many casualties, and that there will be insufficient labor for work here in the future.

What is surprising is that those ferocious ogres actually remained silent and allowed the ranger to vent his anger. Even after being kicked to the ground, he immediately got up and just lowered his head to gnaw the human flesh in his hands.

"Be prepared to take action, but be careful. I want that person alive."

Jack leaned into Jessie's ear and whispered softly. The girl nodded and began to load the crossbow.

The ranger seemed to be tired of venting. He breathed a sigh of relief and shouted to the tallest ogre, pointing at the wooden house.

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

The tall ogre walked into the wooden house without saying a word. After a while, he came out carrying a heavy cloth bag and handed it to the ranger.

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

A crossbow arrow accurately inserted into the eye socket of the tall ogre, followed by continuous dull gunshots. In just two or three seconds, the remaining three ogres were all shot in the chest and with brains shattered, and fell to the ground. on the ground.

The ranger was shot from the side and his right knee was blown out. He fell to the ground and let out a shrill scream.

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

Kicking the guy over, Jack stepped on his chest, and the unique square barrel of the Osprey silencer pressed against his chin.

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

"Oh help, let me go, these things are yours, 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 filled with yellow gold sand.

"Who are you? What's going on with these monsters?"

"My name is Sam Eugene, 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 sternly: "Tell me, what is going on with these monsters, and why do you let them eat people."

"Ah, spare me. I didn't ask them to do it. They are born like this. Please stop."

In this intermittent narration by Sam, the two of them roughly understood the origins of these ogres.

The story begins a hundred years ago. In 1907, Indiana enacted the first eugenic sterilization law, which provided for "forced sterilization of criminals, idiots, rapists and feebleminded detained by the state."

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

Thousands of Native Americans were forcibly sterilized, as well as a large number of immigrants of color. The most incredible thing is that this law treats everyone equally, and many poor people who are also white people are not spared.

Among them were the lower-class white people in southern states who were first called rednecks. They were regarded as degenerate, mentally retarded and inferior races.

Under the influence of the prevailing social Darwinism at the time, some people believed that these 'redneck whites' reproduced much faster than decent white families, and if left unchecked, they would eventually replace decent whites and destroy the U.S. this excellent species.

The ancestors of these ogres come from some of the red necks who did not want to be "castrated" and fled to New Mexico.

"Then how did they become like this?"

Jack had a general understanding of this history when he was in politics in his previous life, but he didn't understand that even if he hid in the mountains to isolate himself from the world and caused inbreeding, he would not degenerate into this ghostly state.

"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 them. Later..."

Well, then they got hit with an atomic bomb

Now Jack understood everything. On July 16, 1945, the United States detonated the world's first nuclear bomb at the 'Trinity' test site in the desert near Alamogordo, New Mexico, not far from Lincoln where they are now. The national forest is only two to three hundred kilometers long.

"Then they fled into the mountains. Since my grandfather, our family has been protecting them. There is a small gold mine upstream here. Most of them live in the mine and exchange gold with us for supplies. And we cover their tracks."

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

Jessie was so angry that she crushed it hard with her toes, which made Sam plead in pain.

"No, there's nothing we can do about it. The gold mines have been exhausted, so I organized them to go downstream to pan for gold. This is all their own initiative."

"spontaneous?"

Jack sneered from the side and fired another shot at his left knee. Sam burst out with an astonishing scream, but his chest was stepped on and he couldn't move. He could only twitch in pain.

Jack moved the gun between his legs again, "If I catch you lying again, you won't be in a wheelchair for the rest of your life."

He deliberately left a hint in his words to make this guy think he would be let off. In fact, in his mind, this guy had 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 and wrote the last chapter in such a rush that I forgot to name it, sorry.