Passing the fatal curve for the second time, it was still the same Chevrolet, with Jason still stuffed in the trunk.
It is very foolish to take prisoners to the enemy's base camp, but it is even more foolish to stay in one's own base camp, because the more dangerous something is, the more it must be kept properly.
Many people don’t understand this, and then they die!
Whether it is novels or film and television dramas, there are many similar plots. The villain is caught and locked up instead of killed. In the end, the villain escapes and causes a catastrophe, only to regret it.
The BOSS, which was obviously able to be solved with one hundred thousand words, was captured and then escaped, and then captured again and again, and finally managed to get one million words out of it over and over again.
etc……
Russell looked thoughtful in his eyes and nodded secretly, as if he understood something!
Ahem, Russell firmly resisted this kind of bloody plot. He couldn't kill Jason for the time being, so he just watched it under his nose. Even if an accident occurs, it can be dealt with in time, so that the other party will not be caught off guard by hiding in the dark after escaping.
The Chevrolet was driving on a dirt road and soon encountered two white cars, whose wheels were punctured by wires and stopped motionless in the middle of the road.
Thinking of a few young people who said they were going camping by the lake, Russell couldn't help but sigh, why are there so few series about living Americans?
The United States rarely has a family of three, and every couple raises at least two children. Black and Mexican families have more children. Add in legal and illegal immigrants, and the population of this country should have exploded long ago.
Why not?
Every time aliens attack the earth, they first attack the American emperor. The main reason is that they do it!
When it comes to seeking death, Russell only obeys the people of the American Empire. They are warriors and pioneers, and they all exude a wild and simple aura of sand sculptures.
"This is the first time I have heard such an astonishing concept. Are you serious?" After hearing Russell's analysis of the low natural growth rate of the US population, Jennifer immediately felt a black line on her forehead.
But don't say it, it seems to make some sense. Even I can't imagine what creatures like humans can do.
…
Using Sand Eagle God's blade to cut the wire blocking the road, the two successfully reached their destination - Crystal Lake!
The quiet lake is far away from the hustle and bustle, with blue sky, white clouds, green mountains and green water, and a gentle breeze blowing the setting sun. It is a good place for an outing.
Even though it is not a good season for swimming, it is still quite pleasant to invite a few friends to get together, set up the barbecue grill, drink beer, and bask in the moon.
There is no need to worry about being single, and there is no need to be afraid of being slapped in the face. This is the American emperor. If you show your wealth and power, you will be invited to fight in a team fight!
Seven young men came to Crystal Lake with the above purpose in mind, and dug up the murderer's grave. They were named and chopped off by Jason, who was angry when he got up.
Bodies were scattered around the camp. Russell picked up the camera on the ground. The video ended with Jason standing up from the grave.
I have a great idea for a camera with a night shooting function, and it is something that can be made. It's a pity that he died before his start. A generation of great action film directors died prematurely, and many license plate numbers were missing!
After flipping through the camera, Russell ignored the corpses on the ground and came to the grave according to the video recording.
The grave in the center was empty. Jason had been buried here before. There were no burial objects and only a wooden cross was erected.
The tomb is not the coordinate location of the magic circle. Russell and Jennifer split into two groups and searched for abandoned wooden houses around Crystal Lake. The black eye of the low-shouldered band found the manuscript in the wooden house, which is the place where the witch once lived, which is the most likely.
Ring roads were built on both sides of the lake specifically for tourists to walk, as well as wooden piers for boats. Russell chose the path to walk. The wooden house must be in a hidden corner. Otherwise, after so many years, the manuscript would have been taken away long ago and it would be impossible to keep it until now.
With the dark circles under his eyes and no luck, it took Russell a while to find the wooden house deep in the jungle.
It has been in disrepair for a long time, and the wooden house has been damaged by wind and rain. It is covered with green plants in many places, blending in with the surrounding dense forest. If you casually sweep it, you will think it is a soil slope.
The wooden door could no longer be found. Russell saw footprints at the door, one large and one small. He initially judged that there had been a fight between Black Eye and a certain girl here.
The house was filled with rotten furniture, and the floor basically turned into mud. With a little force, there was a footprint. Following the traces left by the black eye, Russell came to a room that was probably a storage room.
The indoor space was small, and some sunlight brought light through the wooden boards. Russell found the altar, the altar where the witch cast spells. In the center of a circle of surrounding vessels, there was a dried dead head.
The wrinkled gray skin tightened, two rows of teeth protruded outwards, the empty eye sockets stared straight at the door, and the white hair was as messy as weeds.
The head of the witch, she is Jason's mother!
Russell's eyes flashed with solemnity. After experiencing the nameless female corpse, he did not dare to underestimate any witch. These people have incredible abilities. Death is not the end for them, it is just another way to survive.
Looking into the empty eyes of the human head, Russell sensed a vague warning, but other than that, there was no leakage of magic power nearby.
Russell walked around the altar, took out the manuscripts, compared them, and rearranged several misplaced vessels. As if a mechanism was triggered, a light green magic array bloomed on the ground below the altar.
The target is confirmed, just destroy it.
Quack, quack, quack————
The withered dead man's head and lower jaw twitched, making a soul-stirring cry of bone collision. His empty eyes were aimed at Russell again, this time with a stronger warning.
Russell curled his lips, how could he give up at this point. He took out the sand eagle and shot the dead man's head, then shot repeatedly, breaking all the utensils.
The magic circle still exists, but the light is dimmed.
Russell raised his eyebrows, the witch had something.
Fire and thunder are the first choices to break the magic circle. Russell can't summon thunder, and he can't make flames with his fingers, but he has a lighter. He pinched out a few bullets, sprinkled gunpowder on the altar, took off his coat, tore it into rags, and set the entire altar on fire in the blink of an eye.
The flames attached to the broken head, and the withered white hair of the weeds was the first to ignite. As the fire grew stronger, the fragments of the vessel began to tremble violently.
Somewhere in the dark, Russell suddenly sensed a crisis and jumped to the side. Two rays of red light were ejected from the void above the altar, directly hitting the position where Russell was previously, like a laser, piercing through the entire wall behind.
The incision is smooth and neat, and there is white smoke!
Suddenly, a low curse sounded in the house. Russell looked around for the source of the sound, but could not identify the location.
The squeaking sound of grinding teeth changed from soft to loud, and cracks appeared in the wall of the wooden house. Debris fell along with dust, and it seemed that it was about to collapse.
It was not a good place to stay for a long time. Russell turned around and ran outside the house. The magic circle on the ground flickered on and off, like a flashlight with exhausted batteries. It struggled twice and finally went out.
"Jason!!!"
Suddenly, Russell seemed to have an auditory hallucination. In his senses, a white-haired old woman stood in the center of the altar, her gloomy head lowered, and the outline of her facial features could not be seen clearly. She could only hear her intermittent murmurs.
"Jason!!!"
Russell turned around and fired two more shots into the house. As soon as he ran out of the wooden house, the entire house collapsed into ruins. The flames were unable to reach oxygen, and thick black smoke rose into the sky...
As the wooden house collapsed, cracks opened in the ground like a spider web, and a black pit appeared, swallowing the wooden house entirely. The big mouth closed, and there was even a chewing sound, similar to the sound of breaking bones and connecting flesh.
Goosebumps arose. The scene in front of him was beyond Russell's understanding. There was no explanation for such a phenomenon in the manuscript, and there was no memory of the witch in his mind.
Suddenly, the back of Russell's hand hurt, and the burning sensation was like maggots embedded in the bones of the tarsus. When he raised it, he saw a complex magic symbol on the back of his hand, and the blood-colored words were faintly ominous.
Russell recognized this text. It was a curse often used by witches. They used resentment as a guide to cast spells to attract bad luck and devils to the target.
Swish, swish, swish! !
Footsteps sounded in the dense forest, and Russell's eyes shot over like lightning. When he saw the gun, the bullet directly hit the source of the sound.
Hit empty, there's nothing there.
Russell took a deep breath. He was sure that he was right. There was someone there just now. Even with just a quick glance at the tall figure, you can recognize who the other person is. The hockey mask is too eye-catching.
"Jason!?"
Aren't you locked up in the trunk?
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【Street Diary】
Being busy at work is a good excuse, as if you can really become a god by coding a few more chapters.
