Chapter 309 Run!
The dark clouds in the sky cracked open, revealing a small half of the first quarter moon. The cold moonlight cast a blanket of white snow, and in this snowy land that seemed to be tinged with a light silver light, There stood an Indian man with strange facial tattoos.
He held a hand ax in his right hand and a human head still dripping with blood in his left hand. He looked up to the sky and roared, letting out the unique and peculiar war cry of the Indians.
"Wu Lu Lu Lu."
As the sound gradually spread further and further away, the same war cry was heard one after another around the drilling camp.
"Dong dong dong dong dong dong. Wu Lu Lu Lu"
Jack felt as if he was having an auditory hallucination. From the vast mountains in the distance, there seemed to be a low sound of war drums, echoing the sound of Martin Han Forest and reservation tribal police officers roared.
He shrank his neck subconsciously. This scene made people feel a sense of sadness from the bottom of their hearts. It was as if they were seeing a dead civilization emerging from the nailed coffin boards. issued a final cry.
But he felt relieved immediately. Even if there were really undead spirits and karmic retributions, they would not cause trouble for him, the person who came to help.
As the saying goes, every injustice has its owner, and it doesn't matter whether he is an "egg man" with white skin and a yellow heart or a spirit-transported person.
Not long after, the old police chief and his police officers who were scattered around gathered in the middle on snowmobiles. Their work for the day had just begun.
First drag all the scattered corpses into the room, and then use the weapons of the security guards to open fire at will, creating the illusion of cannibalism.
Then they poured gasoline inside and out. These beasts had already prepared enough fuel for themselves. The tribal policemen only needed to bring the gasoline not far from the back of the house and put it in bucket by bucket. Just pour it.
At dawn, a column of smoke rose into the sky. Everyone stood far away, watching the raging fire swallow up everything.
Jane, who had just arrived, looked around, only to find that Jack, Corey Lambert, and Martin Hansen had disappeared at some point.
"He asked you to go back to the hotel as soon as possible and wait for the call. You still have a lot to do." Aaliyah, with red eyes, leaned into Braxton's arms and said to Jane.
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“Ah!”
Peter woke up in the howling cold wind, breathing in the thin air, and the cold and biting air was sucked into him. In the lungs, it turned into clouds of white mist when exhaled.
“Do you know where you are?” Jack squatted beside him and asked with a smile.
"You, don't come here, you devil!" Peter stood up in fear and tried to stay away from him.
"Tsk." Jack smacked his lips helplessly. He was really just asking a question. The leader was Corey Lambert, a local hunter who looked like "Eagle Eye". I have never been to such a high place.
“This is Gannett Peak, the highest mountain in Wyoming.” Corey put down the telescope in his hand and handed it to Martin Hansen sitting next to him.
"In the hottest days of August, there is a foot of snow here. Today is a nice day, very cold, and the snow is very deep."
Pete's panicked eyes were on The three people in front of him glanced back and forth, gradually showing despair. There was no need to talk nonsense. No matter how stupid he was, he understood the current situation.
"Run." Martin Hansen only said one word. The paint on his face was still there and his body was stained with blood. He looked extremely terrifying.
Peter shivered and subconsciously looked at his feet, only to find that the shoes on his feet were gone. The skin on them had turned purple and he had already lost consciousness due to the cold wind.
"Farke, what did you do to me?"
"Didn't he make it clear enough? You only have one chance, run or die." Jack kindly helped to explain.
“Where can I go?” Pete looked around blankly, surrounded by ice and snow. "There, there is a highway about 6 miles away." Corey pointed casually in the distance.
Peter struggled to stand up, "I, I don't understand. What do you want from me?"
"Bang!"
"I let you run!" Corey suddenly He raised the shotgun in his hand and fired a shot in his ear. The huge roar frightened Peter so much that he turned around and ran away, crying and howling as he ran.
“ding”
Jack found an exposed stone and sat on it, took out a cigar and lit it for himself.
“The altitude here is over thirteen thousand feet.” Martin Hansen kindly reminded him.
Jack glanced at the pile of cigarette butts at his feet and rolled his eyes, "How far do you think he can run?"
Corey raised his gun and took aim, "2,000 feet "
Jack and Martin turned to look at him in surprise, not understanding why he could be so sure.
"My best achievement is killing a wild wolf at 2,000 feet."
The two couldn't help but smile.
Unfortunately, before Pete could run 500 feet, he fell headlong into the snow. He turned over with difficulty, gasping for air, but blood kept gushing out from his mouth and nose.
Jack asked Corey, "Can you still find this place tomorrow? He is still of some use."
"Of course, no problem, I am a hunter, and I will be happy wherever I appear. That's reasonable, isn't it?" Corey said and shrugged.
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How to cover up a vicious event, the usual way is to hold a funeral. For example, what if an exaggerated wildfire is accidentally set off for land acquisition and too many poor people are burned to death.
Of course, let the media focus on reporting how the heroic rescuers worked hard to rescue a kitten from the rubble.
The photos published must be of a fierce girl with a little kitten, so that they are both topical and visually impactful.
Unfortunately, in this wild reservation, there are no cute little kittens, and there is no way for beautiful girls to show off their careers in the temperature of more than ten degrees below zero, so Jack can only find another way.
Fortunately, sometimes, the wilderness also has the benefits of the wilderness. Although the drilling camp belongs to federal leased land set aside from the reservation, if something goes wrong.
For example, if the security in the camp accidentally died due to internal strife due to alcoholism and DU, the nearest tribal policemen still have an obligation to help.
Especially when there is an FBI nearby who is dealing with the murder of indigenous people, it is natural that she should lead the team and bring the tribal police to investigate the scene to see if there is any need for the FBI to dispatch a large team of troops. .
Jian hurried back to the hotel. She only had time to freshen up briefly before she received a call from her boss, telling her not to drive back again.
When she returned to the drilling camp, it was already 9 o'clock in the morning. The fire truck that arrived in a "hurry" like her had just extinguished the remaining fire at the scene. Immediately afterwards, an Aboriginal firefighter unexpectedly Something was wrong in the burned permafrost at the site.
So in full view of the public, the bones of the victimized women were unearthed one after another.
(End of this chapter)