The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 135 Sneak attack, no martial arts!
"The requirements are the same as before. Keep the speed low. No matter what you hit, even if the tire blows out, you can't stop, you can't get out of the car, and you can't call the police until you contact that number."

Holding a shotgun, Scott seemed a little more courageous, and asked with some doubts, "Why can't we call the police? Whose number is this?"

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

"The owner of this number is David Rossi, a senior director of the FBI. You must contact him immediately and report my name, and then"

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

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

The faces of Scott and Carly suddenly became very ugly, you looked at me, I looked at you, and moved with difficulty towards the iron house.

A narrow smile rose from the corner of Jack's mouth, "We didn't waste too much time when we came back. In theory, no one should come around to set up an ambush in front of you, but maybe it will happen after a while."

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

Of course, he didn't intentionally tease them. If the young couple were not made aware of the seriousness, they would lose their minds and make their own decisions. When they saw a highway patrolman, they rushed to ask for help, and were killed in the end.

This is definitely not because of the experience Jack has learned from secretly watching those R-rated movies while pinching his nose in order to watch certain restricted-rated scenes. It is impossible for him to watch American horror movies, let alone be scared to sleep after watching them. I can't sleep, I can only play games all night.

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

Scott stuffed the phone into his pocket with trembling hands, and then hugged the shotgun in his hand tightly, as if this would give him a sense of security, but Carly didn't put it away after clearing her stomach. Opened his boyfriend's arm.

"Hey! Hurry up and be smart!"

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

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

Jessie shook her head resolutely, but only clenched the crossbow in her hand, staring at Jack without saying a word, with an inexplicable expression on her face.

Jack didn't look at her until the two got in the car and left.

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

Jessie hummed lightly, waiting for him to continue.

"First of all, do everything as I say, no unauthorized action is allowed."

"Second, don't cry any more, and don't scream, or I'll be okay."

Before Jack could finish his sentence, his mouth was blocked by two soft lips.

Sneak attack, don't talk about martial arts, someone's eyes widen innocently, let it go.

Only then did he realize that from running away with the girl in his arms, to ignoring her, and finally silently deciding to help save her, he accidentally completed a successful PUA.

It's almost done, if this continues, Hannah in LA who is waiting for his call to meet in Texas will almost grow grass on her head.

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

"Cough, I seem to have said before that I have a girlfriend."

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

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

Pure water, food, life-saving blankets, and a bunch of odds and ends for field use were all stuffed into the mountaineering bag.

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

"Put it on."

Then he handed her a small dagger-sized saber and signaled her to tie it on her calf. He carried two knives in total, and a slightly larger dogleg knife on his waist.

Then I found a hunting vest from the back seat of the car and put it on. This thing is similar to a tactical vest, with many small pockets, which are very suitable for holding bullets.

Finally checked the weapon again, Jack slapped his head, almost forgot the most important thing, opened the trunk, and took out a folding butt, an inner red dot sight and a customized Osprey silencer from the hidden interlayer device.

With all these accessories installed, his FK7.5 is a real complete body, especially the folding buttstock, which is specially designed for FK pistols and 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", which can be directly placed on the bottom of the pistol grip, and the folding butt and the grip are fixed together. Magazines can still be easily replaced.

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

After all preparations were completed, Jack put on his hiking bag, covered his precious car with a tattered tarpaulin, disguised himself, and took Jessie's little hand into the woods next to the gas station.

There is a path in the woods that has been trampled out by humans. Considering the relationship between this gas station and those ogres, he has reason to suspect that it was stepped on 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 movement around him at all times without placing too much burden on his brain.

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

With a nervous expression, Jessie gently stringed the crossbow, took out a crossbow bolt from the quiver on her back and put it into the groove, and then made an OK gesture to Jack, indicating that she was ready.

After a while, two ogres appeared on the path, walking and chattering. They could barely hear English with a strong southern accent, but it was very vague.

Jack raised one finger, pointing at Jessie, and raised two more fingers, pointing at himself, which meant that she would deal with the first one, and he would deal with the second one.

Jessie's complexion was not very good-looking, she was so nervous that her teeth bit her tender lower lip into white. Seeing Jack's gesture, she nodded slightly to express her understanding.

(End of this chapter)