Chapter 171 Colmar Town

Bah bah bah.

The horn sounded, waking up the dark forest.

Listening to the horn honking from the police car, the man in the jacket continued to slow down with a blank expression.

Finally, when the police car caught up, he stopped on the side of the road and looked at the police car that was parked at the rear of his car.

The deformed people on the truck looked at each other and grinned.

This frightened the state trooper who got out of the police car, and he suddenly wanted to retreat, because under the light of the police car's headlights, these three deformed people looked so ugly that people would want to stay away from them at first sight.

But seeing the three deformed men on the truck bed staring at this side, the state police still walked forward with courage, but his right hand was silently placed on the right side.

I felt a little regretful in my heart because I saw someone in the truck bed, and now it was almost midnight, so the other person's movements were a little suspicious, so I forced him to stop because I wanted to ask him some questions.

I didn't expect that he would turn out to be a deformed person looking like this.

The state trooper watched the three deformed men in the truck bed, who seemed to have some mental problems, walk toward the driver's door of the pickup truck.

He felt relieved when he saw that the person in the driver's seat was a normal person.

I knocked on the car window, signaling him to lower the window.

The man stared at the alert state trooper and silently rolled down his window.

The state trooper held his waist and asked the usual question: "Sir, where are you going so late?"

After questioning, be prepared to check the other party's driver's license.

However, the state police discovered that the man in the jacket did not even answer the question. He just looked at him expressionlessly and said something that did not answer the question correctly and shocked him.

"Don't ruin your clothes, I have a use for them."

The next second, a sentence that I couldn't understand rang in my ears.

"!! Ugh!! ##$￥!"

The state police seemed to understand something and instinctively looked at the three deformed people on the truck bed.

I saw that one of the thinnest and most deformed people had a bow in his hand, and the cold arrow was pointing at him.

The state trooper was frightened and tried to draw his gun in panic, but when he just touched the handle of the gun, there was a "puff" sound and a sharp pain came. He lost consciousness instantly. The vision in his eyes was slowly filled with darkness and he fell to the ground powerlessly.

As the darkness finally filled the room, the last thing the state trooper saw was the man in the jacket silently opening the car door, getting out and walking toward him.

The man in the jacket squatted expressionlessly, looking at the state trooper whose head was shot by an arrow. He reached out to unbutton the state trooper's uniform, pulled down the state trooper's pants, and then unbuttoned the tactical belt at the state trooper's waist. He changed his original clothes one by one on the spot, and then changed from a big bird to a big cannon, becoming a real fake state trooper.

Then he looked at the brothers who had already gotten off the truck and were grinning, and said calmly:
"Carry the food up there, don't waste it, this fat is the most delicious."

"!! Squeak! ##$￥!"

The faces of these three deformed people appeared very excited, but under the light of the car lights, they probably didn't know how horrible their faces were.

The man in the jacket shook his head and looked at the deformed man sitting in the passenger seat of the pickup truck.

"Third brother, you drive."

In his family, apart from himself, the only ones left are his third brother and his eldest sister who have some normal intelligence and can communicate with him normally.

The rest of the family are monsters in the literal sense. They have no normal intelligence, but their fighting and bloodthirsty instincts are much stronger than normal humans. They are true warriors.

It’s a pity that even his eldest sister, who could communicate with him normally and raised him, has died so miserably.

Seeing the third brother nod, the man in the jacket walked slowly towards the police car with its lights on with an expressionless face, opened the door and sat in the driver's seat, watching the three brothers lift the body onto the truck bed and get in the car.

The third brother also moved to the driver's seat. The man in the jacket pushed the lever to control the steering wheel and stepped on the accelerator to drive forward.

Glancing at the rearview mirror, I saw a pickup truck slowly following behind.

The man in the jacket withdrew his gaze and subconsciously glanced at the layout of the car, including the radio and other things.

But in fact, he didn't know how to do it, so he just ignored it.

"Crahan, where are you now?"

"Why don't you speak?"

"."

He was too lazy to even answer the sudden words that came to his mind. He just drove silently, leading the pickup truck behind him towards the destination.

This forest is their family's territory. In fact, they are divided into several groups and scattered around the forest, enclosing the entire forest.

Yes, this forest is actually their hunting ground and one of their food sources.

Those popular camping sites on the Internet are actually created by deliberately chopping down trees in order to attract many foreign tourists who love camping.

At the same time, they will select their targets, giving priority to young and delicious ones, and then allow most of the tourists, such as the fourth or sixth group, to have a perfect vacation, to avoid overfishing.

At the same time, these tourists who leave after camping will become recommended characters.

As the current layout goes, his third brother is responsible for the front part, his eldest sister is responsible for the middle part, and his second brother is responsible for the back part.

The division of labor is very clear, and the prey's chance of escape is greatly reduced under the encirclement.

But now it seems like they have hit a wall, as all the second sisters who were responsible for the middle part have died.

The bullet holes all over his body and the bloody hole on his forehead meant that the iron plate that my second sister and the others kicked was extremely hard.

Thinking of his second brother who was in charge of the rear part and had long lost contact with him, the man in the jacket licked his dry lips, with a dangerous light in his eyes.

"This is a work of art. It must be delicious."

I don't know how long it took.

A police car and the pickup truck following it came to the section of road blocked by a large tree, and then stopped at two empty bodies.

Except for the deformed people in the pickup truck who were roaring in grief, the man in the jacket had no emotion in his eyes. He looked at the second headless brother and the seventh headless brother who was a little bigger than him, and just stepped on the accelerator and continued to drive forward.

He could already smell a very nice aroma, which was probably the scent of the murderer who killed his family.

"But why does it feel so familiar? And there's a very fragrant smell." The man in the jacket tilted his head and thought.
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"Contact the state police and tell him that we are going to the town of Colma." York looked at the map on the central control console and said to Irina.

The good thing now is that the town they are heading to is exactly where the state trooper usually passes through, and it may also be the place where this state trooper was born.

In other words, they and the state police who rushed over intersected in the opposite direction.

Irina nodded. From the previous call, the contact information had already been left on the phone.

York glanced at the rearview mirror and saw the person behind him still had a somewhat nervous face.

"Don't worry, we should be safe once we reach the town."

Lillian and the others looked relaxed, but Caroline, who had been silent, suddenly said seriously:
"Thank you, soldier, for saving my life. I will always remember this day."

"You are welcome."

York said helplessly: "And my name is not Soldier, my name is York."

(End of this chapter)