Chapter 174 Just Survived

"Actually, apart from anything else, I'm also very curious about where these deformed people who took photos with the suspect live. They live in the forest, but no one can find any trace of them."

Ma Wen sighed as he watched his supervisor use very clear and logical arguments to make others speechless.

Qitra closed the information and said, "Me too."

After saying that, she looked at Tifa who was thinking about something and whispered, "What are you thinking about?"

Ma Wen looked over curiously, with admiration and fear in his eyes. This new colleague was so outstanding and quite beautiful that he wanted to pursue her and end his single life.

As a result, he encountered a setback at the very beginning, which made him feel uncomfortable for several days.

He still couldn't forget that scene. He only remembered that she said with a cold smile that made people feel the coldness in her heart:
"Mr. Marvin, I actually already have a man. If you are not afraid of being hunted by him, you can try to continue pursuing me."

Damn it, who would dare to try this? He avoided her like the plague that day because he knew his own abilities. This kind of woman was really not someone he could afford to mess with. It’s not that he was afraid or anything.

The main reason is that the other party is not single, and this kind of woman who can analyze more things through expressions and actions is a bit scary.

But he was also quite curious about what kind of ruthless man the woman was with.

Tifa suddenly smiled and said, "I was wondering, what method can be used to drain a man so that he has no energy to mess around with other women?"

Qitra coughed dryly, knowing what he meant and stopped disturbing the other party.

Marvin's face twitched several times and his expression was quite unnatural. Looking at Tifa, who smiled as if she had become a different person, he was really more and more curious about what kind of person this man was. If he was really a waste, then he would really try to pursue him.

Flowers cannot be contaminated by dog ​​poop.

Tifa glanced at Marvin, who looked a little unnatural, and said nothing. She just took out her cell phone and checked the time.

It's early morning now.

This meant that after this final discussion, she could leave and contact York.

She knew that York would not fall asleep so quickly, and even if he had already fallen asleep, she didn't care, because it was her punishment for York anyway.

But at this moment, the hurried footsteps appearing at the door attracted her attention.

There are two possibilities for hurried footsteps: 1) there are a lot of things waiting to be dealt with, or 2) there is some emergency that needs to be resolved quickly.

Considering the current situation, there must be some emergency.

Seeing that it was a police officer who appeared at the door, Tifa silently put away her personal mobile phone, watched the police officer come in, and walked quickly towards the highest-ranking police chief.

It seemed like there was really something urgent. An expression of surprise and disbelief appeared on the sheriff's face. Then he suddenly stood up and said excitedly.

"Mr. Knell, there's an emergency in that forest. I think the murderer has shown up!"
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In the open space outside a small restaurant in the small town of Colmar.

"I've already notified everyone. Since it's related to the backlog of missing persons cases, I'm sure a lot of people will come." Julian said in a deep voice while smoking a cigarette.

Yorks stood beside him and glanced at Julian who suddenly started smoking. He knew that there was probably no news about the state police officer named Crahan yet.

This is an unfortunate thing. Behind every policeman is an ordinary family.

"There's no time, Officer Julian, I need bullets." York stayed with him for a while, until Julian had inhaled most of it and calmed down.

"Twelve-gauge shot."

In a remote town like this, everyone is a soldier, and almost every family has weapons for self-defense.

The most popular home guard among the people is naturally the shotgun, which means there is no shortage of twelve-gauge shotgun shells.

Of course, it would be best if he had it, but it didn't matter if he didn't have it. He just had a problem. He had enough bullets, but he felt that they were not enough, especially after he used up one round. Now the HK416 had a total of 1301 rounds, which had been almost used up, and the Beretta shotgun had only one round left, which was five rounds.

The rest are revolvers, and regular pistols.

The number of bullets prepared is quite sufficient. After all, who knows that you may encounter such a large number of bullets involving a group during a journey.

Julian was stunned for a moment, and looked at York, who was carrying a shotgun on his shoulder and wearing a night vision helmet. "Will they really chase us into this town? You know, this place has been peaceful for a long time."

York shrugged and said, "I don't know, but it's not a bad thing to be prepared."

Because of this sudden incident, all his emotions and energy were consumed on the road. Irina, Lillian and the others were already exhausted and were resting in the restaurant behind them. It was his responsibility to guard this place.

It’s best if they don’t dare to come in, but if they dare to come in, they must severely punish these deformed people.

Julian looked at York and sighed when he saw his unmoved expression.

"Okay, my second uncle has it at home, come with me."

York nodded and followed Julian to a utility room.

As expected, the style of civilian weapons storage is quite bold. Julian pulled out a box from somewhere, and when he opened it, it was full of No. 12 buckshot.

"Is this enough?" he asked.

Maybe York was too confident. He also had a shotgun in his hand, the Remington M870 shotgun, one of the most popular shotguns among the people.

Looking at these deer bullets, York felt a little regretful. In fact, the Beretta 1301 shotgun in his hand can shoot all kinds of No. 12 shotgun shells, including the deer bullets in the box.

It’s a pity that there are no slugs, because the Beretta 1301 shotgun is very accurate in firing slugs.

"Any slugs?" Yorks asked.

Julian opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment: "Not enough buckshot?"

York patted the Beretta 1301 shotgun and said with a smile: "It's enough, but I prefer single-headed bullets because of this shotgun."

Seeing York's expression, Julian rubbed his face and said, "Yes, I'll bring it to you."

York nodded in satisfaction.

After a while, Julian dug out a box from somewhere in the pile of junk, came to York and put it down:
"It has not been used for a long time since my second uncle left here. Check it yourself."

"Okay." York squatted down and opened the box. Just as Julian said, after opening the box, it was full of No. 12 single-headed bullets.

Just looking at this point, Yorks could imagine that Julian's second uncle was probably also a tough and sturdy folk warrior.

He took the bullet bag handed to him by Julian, took out a better-looking single-headed bullet from the box and put it in, then asked.

"Does your second uncle often hunt?"

Julian nodded and said, "That's the past. All my knowledge of that forest comes from my second uncle.
He once told me that the forest was a forbidden area, where a group of ogres lived, and that I should never go there. When I was a child, I thought it was just a legend or a story, but now it seems that what he said is true. "

York raised his eyebrows, put the single-headed bullets one by one into the bullet bag with a total of twenty empty spaces, looked at the shotgun shells that had not been used for a long time and the box that looked very old, and said calmly.

"Is there a possibility... that your second uncle once encountered them, but he survived."

Julian was startled and stopped reloading, his pupils shrinking slightly, because thinking back on this sentence now, it seemed that his second uncle suddenly gave up his hobby of hunting one day and moved into the city far away from here.

(End of this chapter)