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Voice is one of the most intangible media that can profoundly express emotions and multiple levels of feelings and qualities, and it can also reflect a person's personality, temperament and life experiences.

Confident people tend to have firm and powerful voices, while gentle people tend to have soft and compassionate voices.

York's voice has both, confident yet tender.

Irina took a deep breath, her heart fascinated, hugged the gun in her hand, and looked at the York soldier who had already started firing and seemed to be retreating.

"So what happened?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lillian, who was also holding the night vision helmet, and Forle, who was trying to wake Caroline up, and Jessica, who was at a loss, all looked over.

"There's a group of murderers here."

York narrowed his eyes slightly, pushed the lever and stepped on the accelerator to abandon the tent outside and the miscellaneous camping tools, turned on the spot and prepared to evacuate.

"That woman is a survivor. When I passed by, there were several killers chasing her, but I took care of them."

Telling the truth calmly, Yorks heard each other's heavy breathing, braked, shifted into reverse gear, turned the steering wheel and continued to reverse. When the front of the car had circled back to the way it came, he immediately reset the gear lever and continued to move forward and stop.

While everyone was still absorbing this information, Yorks steered the RV forward, squinted at the road ahead illuminated by the headlights, and then spoke calmly.

"The flare was sent by the murderer."

He was too lazy to hide more things. Generally speaking, it was better to let everyone know the details than to be confused and do more stupid things.

He's seen too many movies where some of the plots are just so stupid and unnecessary.

Although he felt a little regretful, that is, Lillian was still a little young and really not suitable to listen to these things.

But as a child of the Sheffield family, it should be different. When the time is right, he will definitely take Lillian to do some training to protect herself.

After all, as the eldest son, he had been indoctrinated too much by his old man and his father when he was a child. Even though he naturally carried the thinking of his previous life, he was still affected by it.

"The point is that the killer is a deformed man with an ugly face, and the only tools he uses to kill people are a specially made bow and arrow and a small axe.

It knows modern tools, the concept of firearms, can hear gunshots, knows to find cover as soon as possible, and even has things like flares, but it can't speak."

York simply expressed all the thoughts in his mind to everyone in a calm voice.

"I assume that they are a group, the number is unknown, and this group has a very specific leader who is a normal person. Because he is a normal person, he naturally occupies a leadership position under the concept of all abnormalities.

This leader can communicate normally with humans, and is responsible for absorbing knowledge from the outside world, training, and purchasing modern tools from outside. "

Based on the existing information and simple logical reasoning, York, who had been driving, felt more and more that there must be a very powerful leader among this group of deformed people.

This leader not only looks normal and can speak fluently, but also has the mutated organs of a deformed person, an excellent sense of smell, strong night vision, super fast reaction speed, etc.

After thinking about it this way, York began to feel that his cheats were not as strong as those of this hypothetical leader.

After all, the reason why he is so strong is that he has been training consciously and purposefully since he was a child without harming his body, and he started to strengthen his skills in the middle, and finally honed this skill.

The skills on the system are not so much his skill plug-ins as they are his own abilities.

Only the added attribute values ​​can be considered as real plug-ins.

After absorbing so much information, Irina finally realized the seriousness of the matter:
"Do you want to call the police?"

Yorks glanced at Irina. At this moment, Irina was holding two guns, her eyebrows were furrowed, her lips were pursed and her face was solemn. But even like this, she was still very beautiful.

This is a smart, sensible and beautiful woman who likes him. Suddenly thinking of this, York felt something in his heart and nodded and smiled.

"Yes, because the only two things we can do now are to run and call the police."

Running is to escape from danger and avoid subsequent risks. Calling the police is the best solution under the same conditions.

Since the deformed people called for backup to hunt them down, then he, as a taxpayer, naturally has the right to be protected by the police.

Let the police from the free country come into conflict with the group of deformed and perverted people far away from human society.

Irina nodded, still holding the gun, took out her personal cell phone with one hand, and started calling the police.

But this step is just a follow-up insurance for Yorks. The most important thing is to look at the current situation.

After all, although they have evacuated the campsite, it does not mean that they are out of danger.

What’s interesting is that the 100-meter alarm hasn’t sounded yet.

"We're about to lose the signal." York sighed in his heart as he looked at the road ahead.

The alarm is too small to do much, so the signal connection is limited by distance and cannot be extended indefinitely. Once it leaves the four-kilometer range, the signal connection will be interrupted.

Just as he expected, the current speed has reached 100 kilometers per hour, and more than two minutes have passed since the evacuation began.

This was already beyond the four-kilometer distance limit, and the earphone in his left ear suddenly beeped, indicating that the signal connection had been disconnected, meaning that he no longer knew whether anyone had already known about the campsite.

York took off his headphones calmly, looking at the path that had not yet left the forest, and squinted his eyes slightly.

"Two minutes is too short a time to escape from danger.
Assuming this is within the range of the deformed people's activities, if from now on, no! Within seven minutes, the deformed people begin to know what happened in the camping ground, then they can still quickly counterattack or have enough time to hunt them down.

If I were the leader and I had a group of experienced hunters under me, the first thing I would do is to block the road. After all, since we have modern tools such as flares to transmit information, we naturally have related communication tools."

Thinking of this, York grabbed the steering wheel and looked at Irina who had already called the police.

At this time, through layers of transfers, Irina has contacted the relevant state police department and is telling them what happened here.

This is the advantage of making things public. Irina knew how to say it, and she emphasized Caroline, the surviving victim, and also said one sentence that was important.

"They attacked us!"

York nodded with satisfaction. According to the current situation, he defined himself as the victim and the attacker as the perpetrator. It was undoubtedly the best choice to get himself out first.

Because now they can make up the truth.

As for the others, when the deformed people really did kill someone, no matter how outrageous the truth was, the state police could not do anything about them and could only target the deformed people directly.

What makes York feel a pity is that this place is not under the management of the city of Los Angeles, and it is also far away from the management of the nearby counties. It can only be jokingly called the highway patrol by everyone. In fact, there are many state police who specialize in criminal investigations to handle this matter.

Unfortunately, the Free State is vast and sparsely populated, and the state police are too scattered, so the state police that come to support and investigate may only have one or two vehicles at most. Unless something really big happens, there will be more follow-up support.

This was the worst part. According to his assessment of the deformed man, the state police were no match for him. Not everyone had his shooting ability and his fast and accurate first-and-last shot.

In addition, this is a forest area, and the industry is like a mountain, not to mention the terrain.

Except for jungle scouts or soldiers who have received jungle training, most soldiers actually find it difficult to cope with this kind of terrain. In a word, people who understand jungle warfare are not simple.

Experienced hunters are not only good at chasing and tracking prey, but also know how to set various traps.

York sighed and felt that the current situation was becoming more and more troublesome.

"It would be fine if I were alone."

Seeing Irina hanging up the phone with a depressed expression on her face, Yorks could only calm down and say:
"what happened?"

"They transferred the call to a state trooper nearby, and the trooper said he was on his way over," Irina said depressedly.

"He's the only one!"

York smiled and understood Irina's feelings. She just felt that there were not enough people and if something really happened, he would probably have to deal with it later. He said gently.

"That's enough. This means that what happened here has been filed with the police. Our situation is getting better. As long as we get on the highway and get away from here as soon as possible, everything will be fine."

Hearing this, Irina saw the road that was already in front of her through the front window, and nodded with relief: "Yeah."

The road appeared before their eyes. Not only did Irina breathe a sigh of relief, but Lillian and Jessica, who had become nervous as a result of York's words, also relaxed their tense mood.

At this time, there is another good news.

Furl's surprised voice came: "Yorks, she's awake."

York let out a light breath, turned the steering wheel quickly and drove towards the road to the left.

Because the deformed man was coming from the southeast, going to the right would undoubtedly mean slowly approaching the deformed man's territory, so going to the left would mean getting away from him.

"Bring her here, I have something to ask you." York said.

At this time, Caroline was still in a daze, with confusion in her eyes after waking up. She had not yet absorbed the information from the outside world when she suddenly felt herself being pulled up.

She struggled instinctively, but heard this familiar voice. She blinked and found herself in some strange place, surrounded by normal people like her.

"What is this place?" she murmured.

"Motorhome." Yorks looked up at Caroline, who was brought in by Full, in the rearview mirror of the car, and saw her sitting there with a confused look on her face.

A clear and familiar voice sounded, and Caroline finally woke up.

The voice came from the man who was driving. The first direction she looked was the familiar lower half of the man's face. Because of fainting, her consciousness, which was a little drifting, was finally brought back.

"Are you the soldier from before?" Caroline hesitated, but felt relieved.

The man sitting in the driver's seat revealed his true face. He was handsome and tough, completely meeting her definition of a handsome man.

She glanced at the beauty sitting in the passenger seat. This incredibly delicate beauty was observing her through the rearview mirror.

There was also a girl and a young girl squeezed next to her, which made her concerned but also relieved because the situation was safe for her.

Hearing the word "soldier", York's mouth twitched, but he nodded:
"Before, the matter was urgent, and I only asked you to give a general idea. Now think about it carefully and tell me everything again from beginning to end. Be more detailed. I want to know more details."

Listening to the familiar voice, Caroline looked at the York driver and thought of his decisive and swift style in the forest. She recalled it briefly and began to speak it from beginning to end without any delay.

This time it is more specific than the previous time when I only gave a rough idea due to time constraints.

What made York feel regretful was that Caroline had no idea how many deformed people there were. Ever since her companion was hacked to death by a deformed person with an axe, they had been fleeing passively and didn't even realize that there were four deformed people chasing them.

However, Yorks did find a lot of details from it. When Caroline and her companions were fleeing, they saw a wooden house and wanted to ask for help, but it turned out to be an empty house.

What’s more important is that during their escape, one of their companions stepped on a trap similar to a ground spike, which pierced his feet and slowed down their escape.

"So they really know how to set a trap?" York's heart sank.

Caroline and her companions fled towards the campsite, but they stepped on a trap and came across an uninhabited wooden house deep in the forest along the way. It was clear what this meant.

"Damn it! This forest area is actually where the deformed people are active. It is their territory, not just the southeast direction."

York felt a vague sense of uneasiness in his heart.

The original speculation that they could escape danger as long as they drove onto the highway and away from the deformed people's territory was shattered by Caroline's narration.

As long as they are in this forest, they are still in danger.

Looking at the road ahead illuminated by the car lights, Yorks remained silent. The only sound in his ears was Caroline's low voice and Irina's occasional interruptions. A series of thoughts were going on in his mind.

Now, all we have is twelve kilometers away from the camping site.

The speed was still around 100 per hour, which meant that the evacuation had only taken eight minutes.

(End of this chapter)