The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol

Chapter 131 Ah! Fresh meat! (Ahhhh fresh meat!)

"Jessie." The brown-haired girl only said her name.

"Are you college students?" Jack drove the car very slowly, always paying attention to the road conditions.

Jessie nodded, "We are both from New Mexico Highlands University and have just finished our final exams. How about you?"

"I'm from LA." Jack told the truth.

Jessie looked surprised, "Wow, why do people from big cities come to a remote place like ours?"

"I'm preparing to change my job. I have half a month's vacation, so I want to come out and have a look. To be honest, I have almost never been to other cities before."

Jessie looked a little envious, "I also want to drive alone and travel freely."

"There will be a chance, but you'd better bring a gun, it's a bit dangerous for a pretty girl to travel alone."

When Jack gave her advice, he praised her in disguise, and the awkward atmosphere between the two disappeared. With Jessie's introduction, Jack also knew the names of her companions.

The red-haired girl's name is Frankie, her boyfriend is Evan, the bespectacled guy who smokes 'American Herb' in front of people, the curly-haired guy in the yellow shirt is named Scott, and his girlfriend's name is Carly. They are all Jessie's best friends. and friends.

"Here we are."

The shabby gas station from before finally appeared in front of them, and the dirty old man at the door was still sitting on the recliner as before, grinning at them with a toothless mouth.

The two got out of the car together. Jessie's eyes lit up when she spotted a dilapidated public phone. She quickly ran forward, picked up the receiver and then put it down in disappointment.

"Sir, this phone is broken. Is there any other phone here you can lend me to make a call?"

The dirty old man shook his head, and it took him a long time to answer in a thick Southern accent: "This is the only phone nearby."

Jack stood aside without speaking, looking around. This dilapidated iron house made him very uncomfortable. The last time he felt this way, he was in the old zoo where the serial murderer was hiding.

Finally, his eyes fell on a row of biltong hanging on a wooden frame on the side of the house, and his eyes suddenly turned cold.

"Sir, do you live here alone?" Jack asked.

The dirty old man continued to shake his head, as if he was struggling to even speak: "My children come to see me occasionally and bring me some food."

"Like those dried meats?" Jack pointed to the wooden frame.

Jessie on the side looked at him with some confusion, wondering why he was still chatting with this old man.

"Yes, there are a lot of wild deer here, and my child is very good at dealing with those timid guys." The dirty old man said inarticulately.

Jack narrowed his eyes slightly and his body began to tense up.

"Then please tell me, do the wild deer here get tattoos?"

"You damn bastard, you have too many problems."

The dirty old man suddenly struggled to stand up from the recliner and stumbled into the door behind him.

"What's going on?" Before Jessie could figure out what was going on, she was pulled behind her by Jack.

"Son of the beach, die!" The dirty old man appeared at the door again with a shaky, old double-barreled shotgun in his hand.

boom! Jack had already pulled out the FK7.5 from his armpit, and shot the opponent directly between the eyebrows, knocking off most of the pervert's head.

"Ah" amidst Jessie's screams, the dirty old man's body fell to the door.

"What the hell is going on, why is he trying to kill us, why do you have a gun."

Jessie was so frightened that she tried to break away from Jack's left hand.

"Shut up, of course because only people have tattoos."

Jack took the initiative to increase his perception, his head was buzzing from her scream, and he quickly shouted down her scream.

Although the wooden frame was more than ten meters away, a piece of dried meat was clearly tattooed with a rose. Although it was a little blurry due to exposure to the sun, Jack's current perception bonus of 26 points of mental power was enough for him to see it clearly. pattern above.

"You mean that's human flesh?"

Jack pulled her over the old man's body and walked to the iron house. There was a faint corpse smell inside, and a very old-looking freezer was placed by the window.

With a snap, the lid of the freezer, which was already a little tight, was opened, "You can confirm it with your own eyes."

"Ugh." After Jack let go of her arm, Jessie covered her mouth and ran out of the house. The freezer was full of cut human body parts.

"Don't leave me."

Seeing Jack walking out of the house and walking towards the back of the house with the very domineering-looking pistol, Jessie screamed and hurriedly followed him. The next second, she was stunned when she saw the scene in front of her.

Bypassing the dilapidated trailer that blocked their view, what appeared in front of the two men was a huge pit filled with the remains of various vehicles, including minibuses, vans, pickup trucks, and most of all, various types of cars. and SUVs, totaling nearly a hundred vehicles.

Some of the wreckage has long been rusted by the sun and rain, but there are still many that can be seen, and it could not have been dragged into the pit for more than a year or two.

"My God, is this all?" Jessie covered her mouth with tears in her eyes.

"I'm afraid so. Now I'm very worried about your companions." Jack's face was very ugly. He only knew horror movies like The Texas Chainsaw Massacre and had no impression of the cannibalistic one. Moreover, the scale was too scary.

Jessie woke up from a dream and said, "You mean the one who put the steel mesh may be..."

She quickly wiped away her tears and walked towards the Firebird parked on the roadside, "We have to go back immediately to rescue them."

"Calm down, we have to think of a solution first." Jack pulled her back again.

"Even if I throw away everything in my car, I can barely fit four people in it."

As he said that, he jumped on the dilapidated trailer and took a look. Fortunately, the car key was inserted on it.

"Listen to me, we don't know how many people and weapons the other side has. I only have one gun, so I can't protect all of you. Do you understand?"

Jack motioned for Jessie to get on the trailer first, "We'll drive this car over to pick them up."

"What about your car? Why don't we drive there together?" Jessie asked doubtfully.

Jack has a big head, and now he extremely hopes that his Firebird will be the KITT that will not have punctures and can smash through concrete pillars without peeling off the paint.

His eyes moved to a large piece of dirty tarpaulin on the trailer, and he had an idea.

Jack waved to the girl, "Help me drag this tarp down."

He drove the Firebird behind the pit, parked it with the front of the car next to the pit and covered it with the old tarpaulin. Then he stood and looked at it from a distance. The effect was okay. At first glance, there was not much difference. .

"My car is hidden here. If something goes wrong with the tow truck, we just need to be able to get back here."

It's okay to help save people or something, but Jack really doesn't want to let his precious car be shot.

"Thank you, really." Jack drove the trailer. Jessie in the passenger seat seemed to have calmed down a lot and sincerely thanked him.

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