Just after Jason finished browsing the text on the notebook, the notebook closed with a 'snap'.
With this sound, everything in front of me disappeared.
Tables, tablecloths, cutlery, chairs, all gone.
Even the notebook itself was gone.
In its place is a street.
And the clothes on his body have also changed into black trousers, white shirt, black vest, in the style of a long black windbreaker, and a gray hunting cap on his head.
The hockey mask is gone.
The wound ached.
But guns, bullets, and grenades are all there.
This relieved Jason, and he began to look around.
The wind blows slowly, with the pungent smell of soot. The street is not wide, and there are 2-3 floors of buildings on both sides, which makes the whole street appear more crowded and the buildings become low. The ground is It is spliced piece by piece of long bricks whose colors have long been unrecognizable. In the gaps between bricks, muddy water fills them, reflecting mottled and dim lights.
The light comes from the top of a street lamp with a thick base and long narrow stems.
Gaslight? !
Turning his head, Jason was obviously taken aback when he saw the slender pipes and bolts on the street lamp.
He had only seen this kind of lamp in pictures.
No matter in my hometown or in the city that never sleeps, this kind of lamp has been eliminated by the times because of the emergence of electricity.
It was the first time he saw the real thing.
Coupled with the surrounding buildings that obviously have a sense of old times.
Obviously, the so-called 'Etiquette Teaching Class' is far from being as simple as he imagined.
"Illusion?"
"Or another world?"
"What shit!"
"What the hell is that notebook?"
Jason, who had a similar experience, quickly calmed down, holding the handle of the MF92 with his hand.
He still can't know the ins and outs of the whole thing for the time being.
But he knew it wasn't safe here.
He remembered the words in the notebook clearly.
'At night, the policemen died one after another! '
Jason looked around with his eyes wide open, expecting to find something, but the dim streetlights didn't help him more, and the darkness still restricted his vision.
Worse yet...
Fog!
The faint mist 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 lost his vision beyond the range of the gaslight.
call!
Hoo hoo!
The narrowing of the field of vision made Jason's breathing a little rough.
Just as 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 down his neck.
He raised his head subconsciously, and a strange face loomed in the edge of the light and fog.
No eyes, no nose.
Only the mouth!
A mouth that was split to the ear, showing fangs, and maintaining a certain exaggerated smile!
And that foul-smelling liquid was the saliva that flowed from his mouth.
The next moment, the drooling monster jumped down and bit Jason with its mouth wide open.
boom!
Without hesitation, Jason raised his hand and shot.
Shooting at close range, Jason's shot accurately hit the monster's long mouth.
The impact of the bullet turned the downward-going monster into an upward movement, and it wasn't until this time that Jason could clearly see the whole picture of the monster. The opponent with a strange face had a body only the size of a rabbit, and his limbs were dry and slender. , with extremely sharp, claw-like claws, which look extremely uncoordinated and weird.
However, the opponent's vitality is extremely strong, even if the bullet hits the mouth, but the next moment, the opponent stands up, but it is the second and third shots that meet it.
Although the shooting interval was 0.5 seconds longer, Jason was carrying three firearms.
The bullets fired from another MF92 pistol and UZ submachine gun pressed the monster hard to the ground.
Even though the power of the gun in Jason's hand dropped by 50% because of the age mismatch, the monster was still severely injured by three consecutive shots. Seeing the weakened monster, Jason let go of the UZ submachine gun equipped with a belt, and put it in his mouth. The first MF92 pistol in his mouth was taken down, facing the monster, and pulled the trigger again.
boom!
This shot completely ended the monster.
As soon as the opponent's withered and slender limbs kicked, 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 sense of hunger rose from his stomach.
His stomach started growling.
Coo, coo.
Swallowing his saliva, Jason resisted the desire to eat this monster raw, and looked to 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 aimed it at the figure that was getting closer.
"Don't shoot!"
"it's me!"
After the other party approached, he saw that the gun was aimed at himself, and immediately shouted.
At the same time, in order to show that he was not malicious, the other party raised his hands.
Under the streetlight, the opponent's appearance was covered by the collar of the erected windbreaker, and the black windbreaker itself was bulged by the opponent's strong body. Although the opponent was not tall, the opponent standing there seemed to have a sturdy aura. Especially when the other party raised his head slightly, revealing his scarred face.
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 this kind of praise didn't make Jason let down his vigilance, he still pointed his gun at the opponent.
"Are all the 'Night Watch' so vigilant?"
"I'm Sheriff Bundy here, not those monsters."
"Besides, I was the one who looked for you to help us."
The sheriff named 'Bundy' explained again, but Jason remained unmoved.
"Maybe we should wait and see."
"My men came later, and they were all able to prove my identity."
Looking at Jason, the sheriff shrugged.
He knew that the rumored 'night watchman' was not easy to deal with, but he didn't expect to be so cautious.
But he didn't feel any anger.
Instead, the sheriff admired Jason's caution.
Because, so is he.
Much younger than expected.
But work efficiency is good.
Far more mature than their peers.
The sheriff evaluated Jason from the bottom of his heart.
Similarly, Jason was also looking at each other.
He has a strong body, thick calluses on the back of his hands, obviously proficient in unarmed combat skills, and there are also calluses on the tiger's mouth and index finger on his right hand, which are left by touching the trigger frequently. He should be proficient in shooting, and even quite clever.
And just as the two sides looked at each other, more footsteps came from both sides of the street.
More than a dozen police officers in uniform ran quickly.
"Sir!"
While looking at the monster on the ground in horror, these police officers saluted Bundy.
"Well, boys, our trouble is over."
"At least some of that is resolved."
"Now go on patrol according to the previous schedule!"
At the end, the sheriff raised his voice. Immediately, the surrounding police officers left quickly in two groups. Seeing that all his subordinates had left, the sheriff looked at Jason again.
"They're all great lads, but they're scared."
"After all, they've never encountered anything like this before."
"Of course, me too."
"Otherwise, there will be no request for help."
The sheriff defended his men, then smiled self-deprecatingly.
However, soon, the sheriff restrained his smile.
He paid attention to the monster in front of him again.
There is seriousness and vigilance in the face.
Although it seems that this monster is dead, who knows if this monster will come back to life.
You know, in many biographical novels, similar monsters have the ability to resurrect from the dead, and they will be much stronger than before.
"What do we do with it?"
The sheriff pointed to the monster's body, and after a slight pause, he added simply: "You are a professional, I will listen to you."
Jason looked at the monster's body and asked simply:
"Is there a grill?"