Chapter 6 The Professional Approach

Jason's eyes just finished browsing the text on the notebook, and the notebook closed with a 'pop'.

With this sound, everything in front of him disappeared.

Tables, tablecloths, cutlery, chairs, all gone.

Even the notebook itself is gone.

In its place is a street.

The clothes on his body also turned into black trousers, a white shirt, a black vest, in the style of a long black trench coat, and a gray hunting hat on his head.

The hockey mask is gone.

The wound was painful.

But the guns, bullets, grenades are all there.

This relieved Jason, and he began to look around.

The wind blew slowly, with the unique pungent smell of soot, the streets were not wide, and the two sides were filled with buildings ranging from 2 to 3 floors, which made the whole street more crowded and made the buildings low. It is made up of long bricks whose colors have long been indistinguishable. In the gaps between the bricks, muddy water is flooded, and mottled and dim lights are reflected.

The light came from the tops of street lamps with heavy bases and long, narrow branches.

Gas lights? !

Turning his head, Jason was obviously taken aback when he saw the slender pipes and screws on the street lights.

He had only seen this kind of lamp in pictures.

Whether in the hometown or in the city that never sleeps, this kind of lamp has been eliminated by the times because of the emergence of electricity.

It was the first time he saw the real thing.

Coupled with the surrounding buildings with a clear sense of old times.

Obviously, the so-called 'Etiquette Teaching Class' is far from simple as he imagined.

"Illusion?"

"Or another world?"

"What a piece of shit!"

"What exactly is that notebook?"

Jason, who had a similar experience, quickly calmed down, and his hand held the handle of the MF92.

He has no way of knowing the ins and outs of the whole thing for the time being.

But he knew it wasn't safe here.

He remembered the words on the notebook clearly.

'At night, the patrolmen died one after another! ’

Jason looked around with wide eyes, expecting to find something, but the dim street lights didn't help him any more, and the darkness still restricted his vision.

Worse yet...

Mist!

The faint mist is gradually thickening, blocking the yellow light emitted from the gas lamp, making the huge gas lamp look like a candle in the wind.

Soon, Jason's vision was out of the gaslight's range.

call!

Whoosh!

The narrowing of the field of vision made Jason's breathing unbearably heavy.

Just when he was thinking about whether to create more 'light sources', he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck.

A cold, sticky, foul-smelling liquid dripped down his neck.

Subconsciously raised his head, a strange face loomed in the edge of the light and fog.

No eyes or nose.

Only the mouth!

A mouth that is split to the base of the ear, exposing fangs, and maintaining some kind of exaggerated smile!

And that smelly liquid was just the saliva flowing out of his mouth.

The next moment, the drooling monster jumped down and bit Jason with its mouth wide open.

boom!

Without hesitation, Jason raised his hand and shot.

At close range, Jason's shot accurately hit the monster's mouth.

The impact of the bullet turned the downward rushing monster into an upward movement, and it was only at this time that Jason could see the whole picture of the monster clearly, the opponent with a strange face, but the body was only the size of a rabbit, and the limbs were dry and slender. , has extremely sharp, eagle-like claws, which look extremely uncoordinated and weird.

but,

The opponent's vitality is extremely powerful. Even if the bullet hits the mouth, the next moment, the opponent turns over, but it is the second and third shots that greet it.

Although the shooting interval was 0.5 seconds longer, Jason was carrying three firearms.

The bullets fired from the other MF92 pistol and UZ submachine gun pushed the monster to the ground ruthlessly.

Even though the power of the firearm in Jason's hand dropped by 50% due to the incompatibility of the age, the monster was still seriously injured by three consecutive shots. Looking at the weakened monster, Jason released the UZ submachine gun with the gun belt and put it in the The first MF92 pistol in his mouth was taken down, facing the monster, and pulling the trigger again.

boom!

This shot completely ended the monster.

The opponent's dry and slender limbs kicked, and there was no sound.

However, Jason still stared at the monster.

In front of his retina, the [Predator] talent began to flicker again.

An intense, unprecedented hunger rose from his belly.

His stomach began to growl.

Goo, goo.

Swallowing his saliva, Jason forcibly resisted the desire to eat this monster raw, and looked to the other side of the street. Amidst the crisp sound of the leather shoes and the ground, a figure was looming in the fog.

Naturally, Jason raised the gun in his hand and aimed the muzzle at the approaching figure.

"Don't shoot!"

"it's me!"

After the opponent approached, he immediately shouted after seeing the muzzle pointed at him.

At the same time, in order to show that he is not malicious, the other party also raised his hands.

Under the street lamp, the face of the other party was hidden by the collar of the windbreaker that stood up. The black windbreaker itself was bulged by the strong body of the other party. Although he was not tall, the other party standing there seemed to have a sturdy aura. Especially when the other party raised his head slightly, revealing a face with a knife scar.

However, at this time, the other party had a smile on his face.

"Good job."

"As expected of the 'Night Watchman'."

Looking at the corpse of the monster, the other party said this, as if he was relieved.

But this kind of compliment didn't let Jason relax his vigilance, and he still aimed his gun at each other.

"Are the 'Night Watchmen' all so vigilant?"

"I'm Bundy, the sheriff here, not the monsters."

"Besides, I am looking for you to help us."

The sheriff named 'Bundy' explained again, but Jason remained unmoved.

"Maybe we should wait and see."

"My people arrived later, and they were able to identify me."

Looking at Jason, the sheriff shrugged.

He knew that the rumored 'Night Watchman' was not easy to deal with, but he didn't expect to be so cautious.

But he didn't have any anger.

Instead, the sheriff admired Jason's caution.

Because so is he.

Much younger than expected.

But the efficiency is good.

far more mature than his peers.

The sheriff evaluated Jason in his heart.

Similarly, Jason is also looking at each other.

He is sturdy, with thick calluses on the backs of his hands. He is obviously proficient in hand-to-hand combat. He also has calluses on his right mouth and index finger, which are left by touching the trigger frequently.

And just as the two sides looked at each other, more footsteps came from both sides of the street.

More than a dozen uniformed police officers came running quickly.

"Sir!"

The officers saluted Bundy while looking at the monster on the ground in horror.

"Okay, boys, our troubles are over."

"At least some of them are resolved."

"Now go to patrol according to the previous schedule!"

At the end, the sheriff raised his voice, and immediately, the surrounding police officers quickly left in two groups, watching all his subordinates leave, the sheriff looked at Jason again.

"They're all great guys, but they're terrified."

"After all, they've never encountered anything like this before."

"Of course, so am I."

"Otherwise, there will be no letter for help."

The sheriff defended his subordinates, and then smiled self-deprecatingly.

However, soon, the sheriff stopped smiling.

He paid attention to the monster in front of him again.

There is seriousness and vigilance on his face.

Although it seems that this monster is dead, who knows if this monster will come back to life.

You must know that in many biographical novels, similar monsters have the ability to come back from the dead, and they will be much stronger than their previous strengths.

"What should we do with it?"

The sheriff pointed to the monster's corpse, and after a slight pause, he simply added: "You are a professional, I will listen to you."

Jason looked at the monster's corpse and asked simply:

"Is there a grill?"