Just after Jason finished browsing the text in the notebook, the notebook closed with a 'snap'.
With this sound, everything in sight disappeared.
The table, tablecloth, tableware, and chairs were all gone.
Even the notebook itself is missing.
Instead there is a street.
His clothes also changed into black trousers, a white shirt, a black vest, a long black windbreaker, and a gray hunting hat on his head.
The hockey masks are gone.
The wound hurts.
But the guns, bullets, and grenades are all there.
This made Jason relax, and he began to look around.
The wind blew slowly, carrying the unique pungent smell of coal smoke. The streets were not wide, and there were buildings ranging from 2 to 3 stories on both sides, making the whole street look more crowded and making the buildings low. The ground was
It is made up of long bricks whose colors can no longer be distinguished, and the gaps between the bricks are filled with mud and water, reflecting the mottled and dim lights.
The light comes from the top of the street lamp with a thick base and long and narrow branches.
Gaslighting?!
Turning his head, Jason was obviously taken aback when he saw the slender pipes and screws on the street lamp.
He had only seen this kind of lamp in pictures.
Whether in my hometown or in the city that never sleeps, this kind of lamp has been eliminated by the times due to the emergence of electricity.
This was the first time he saw the real thing.
In addition, the surrounding buildings clearly have an ancient feel.
It was obvious that the so-called 'etiquette lessons' were far from being as simple as he imagined.
"Illusion?"
"Or another world?"
"What a piece of shit!"
"What exactly is that notebook?"
Jason, who had had a similar experience, quickly calmed down and held the handle of the mf92 with his hand.
He still couldn't know the ins and outs of the whole thing.
But he knew that it was not safe here.
He remembered the words in the notebook clearly.
'At night, patrolmen die one after another!'
Jason looked around with wide eyes, hoping to find something, but the dim street lights did not give him any more help, and the darkness still restricted his vision.
What's even worse is...
Mist!
The light fog is gradually thickening, blocking the yellow light emitted from the gas lamp, making the huge gas lamp look like a candle in the wind.
Soon, Jason's vision was beyond the range of the gas lamp.
call!
Whoosh!
The narrowing of the field of vision made Jason's breathing become heavier.
Just when he was thinking about whether to create more 'light sources', he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck.
A cold, viscous, foul-smelling liquid dripped onto his neck.
Subconsciously raising his head, a strange face loomed in the edge of the light and fog.
No eyes or nose.
Only the mouth!
A mouth that is split to the base of the ear, exposing fangs, and maintaining an exaggerated smile!
And the smelly liquid is the saliva flowing out of the mouth.
The next moment, the drooling monster jumped down, opened its mouth wide and bit Jason.
boom!
Without hesitation, Jason raised his hand and fired.
Shooting at close range, Jason's shot accurately hit the monster's big mouth.
The impact of the bullet caused the monster that was rushing downwards to move upwards. It was not until this moment that Jason saw the full picture of this monster clearly. It had a strange face, but its body was only the size of a rabbit, and its limbs were withered and slender.
, has extremely sharp, eagle-like claws, which look extremely uncoordinated and weird.
However, the opponent's vitality is extremely strong. Even if the bullet hits the mouth, the opponent will stand up the next moment, only to be greeted by the second and third shots.
Although the shooting interval is 0.5 seconds longer, Jason is carrying three firearms.
Bullets fired from another mf92 pistol and uz submachine gun slammed the monster to the ground.
Even though the power of the firearm in Jason's hand had dropped by 50% due to the age difference, three consecutive shots still seriously injured the monster. Looking at the weakened monster, Jason let go of the uz submachine gun with the gun belt and held it in his mouth.
He took the first mf92 pistol out of his mouth, pointed it at the monster, and pulled the trigger again.
boom!
This shot completely killed this monster.
The opponent's withered and slender limbs kicked off, and there was no sound.
However, Jason still stared at the monster.
In front of his retina, the [Predator] talent began to flicker again.
A strong, unprecedented hunger arose in his belly.
His stomach began to growl.
Goo, goo goo.
Jason swallowed his saliva and resisted the desire to eat the monster alive. He looked at the other side of the street. Amidst the crisp sound of leather shoes and the ground, a figure was looming in the fog.
Naturally, Jason raised the gun in his hand and pointed the muzzle at the figure that was getting closer and closer.
"Don't shoot!"
"it's me!"
After the other party approached, he saw the gun pointed at him and immediately shouted.
At the same time, in order to show that he had no ill intentions, the other party also raised his hands.
Under the streetlight, the other party's appearance was obscured by the collar of the standing windbreaker, and the black windbreaker itself was bulging out from the opponent's strong body. Although he was not tall, the other party standing there looked like he had a tough aura.
Especially when the other person raised his head slightly, revealing a face with scars.
However, at this time, the other party had a smile on his face.
"Good job."
"As expected of the 'Night Watchman'."
Looking at the monster's body, the other party said this as if he was relieved.
But such compliments did not make Jason relax his vigilance, and he still pointed his gun at the opponent.
"Are all the 'night watchmen' so vigilant?"
"I'm Sheriff Bundy here, not those monsters."
"Besides, I'm the one looking for you to help us."
The sheriff named 'Bundy' explained again, but Jason remained unmoved.
"Maybe we should wait and see."
"My people will arrive soon and they will be able to prove my identity."
Looking at Jason, the Sheriff shrugged.
He knew that the rumored 'Night Watch' was difficult to deal with, but he didn't expect to be so cautious.
But he didn't feel any anger.
On the contrary, the sheriff admired Jason's caution.
Because, he is like this too.
Much younger than expected.
But the work efficiency is good.
Far more mature than his peers.
The Sheriff evaluated Jason from the bottom of his heart.
Similarly, Jason was also sizing up the other party.
He has a strong build and thick calluses on the back of his hands. He is obviously proficient in unarmed combat skills. There are also calluses on the thumb and index finger of his right hand, which are the result of frequent touching of the trigger. He should be proficient in shooting, even quite skilled.
And just as the two sides were sizing each other up, more footsteps came from both sides of the street.
A dozen uniformed police officers came running quickly.
"Sir!"
The police officers looked at the monster on the ground in horror while saluting Bundy.
"Okay, boys, our problem is solved."
"At least some of it is solved."
"Now go on patrol according to the previous schedule!"
At the end of the sentence, the sheriff raised his voice. Immediately, the surrounding police officers quickly left in twos and twos. Seeing that all his men had left, the sheriff looked at Jason again.
"They were great guys, but they were scared."
"After all, they've never encountered anything like this before."
"Of course, me too."
"Otherwise, we wouldn't have sent out a letter asking for help."
The Sheriff defended his men, and then smiled to himself.
However, the sheriff quickly stopped smiling.
He once again paid attention to the monster in front of him.
There was seriousness and vigilance on his face.
Although it seems that this monster is dead, who knows if this monster will come back to life.
You know, in many biographies, similar monsters have the ability to resurrect from the dead, and they are much stronger than before.
"What do we do with it?"
The sheriff pointed to the monster's body, paused briefly, and then added simply: "You are a professional, I listen to you."
Jason looked at the monster's body and asked simply:
