Under the moonlight, a tall figure stood in the camp.
The pale hockey mask, the machete stained with black marks, and the cold malice exuding all around.
When this man appeared silently, his shadow seemed to be distorted.
He turned around numbly, looked at the tents on the ground, raised the knife in his hand, and walked towards a tent.
The breeze gradually picked up, and within a few seconds, the wind became stronger and stronger. Clouds drifted in from a distance, blocking the bright moonlight, and then the figure walked towards a tent.
The knife in his hand seemed dirty, but when he cut open the tent, it was as smooth as silk and made no sound.
Then, he looked at the sleeping couple inside, raised the knife in his hand, and slashed it down without any hesitation.
It's like chopping a watermelon.
Bah!
Blood spurted out and fell on the tent, dripping down along the curved arc.
The figure stood up and walked towards the next target.
But his search for targets seemed to have certain conditions, because he passed several tents but did not kill the people inside.
It wasn't until he wandered through several tents that he chose the next lucky person he would kill.
When the knife fell from his hand, blood spattered and fell on his body, his hands and the mask, making it look full of evil.
One after another…
He is like a model worker who works hard and never complains about being tired or complaining about hardship. He works diligently to harvest every life.
Bah!
He gently opened another tent.
It was a man and a woman sleeping together.
But this man was obviously more alert than the others. When the knife cut through the tent, he had already opened his eyes, and then when the knife fell, he grabbed the other person's wrist with both hands.
"ah!"
A scream.
Millie looked at the masked figure in horror. As the knife got closer and closer to Coulson, she dug her feet into Colson's chest.
The tall figure visibly stiffened.
Coulson also took this opportunity to push the opponent away, and after Milly opened the tent, he rolled out.
Fortunately, because he admires Captain America, he always practices fighting, and he is always alert when sleeping, otherwise they would have been finished just now!
Colson looked at the tall figure standing up with lingering fear, held Milly's hand, and the two ran while shouting: "Help! Someone is killing someone!"
In the dark night, the shrill screams carried far away.
Some people heard the cry and crawled out of the tent, while others cursed and continued to sleep on their stomachs.
The tall man chased behind Colson without saying a word, constantly closing the distance between the two parties, like a wild beast chasing its prey.
Some of those who were alarmed couldn't help but scream when they saw this scene.
"Jason!"
"That's the legendary murderer Jason!"
"Damn it, isn't that a legend?"
"Run!"
"That's a monster! He's been resurrected many times!"
The peace of the campsite was broken, people started to panic and started running away!
And Jason was still chasing behind Coulson silently.
Suddenly, Jason threw out the machete in his hand.
Colson threw Milly away, but fell to the ground.
Bah!
The bloody machete was stuck in the open space between Coulson's legs.
"Hiss..."
Coulson took a breath and looked at Jason rushing towards him again. Without hesitation, he got up and ran.
Just now in the tent, he had already experienced the opponent's strange power, and he knew that he was no match at all.
Jason rushed over, bent down and grabbed the machete. Just as he was about to continue chasing Coulson, he turned his head to look to the left as if he was attracted by something, and then ran over in stride.
Colson, who had been paying attention to the other party's actions, saw his expression change when he saw the other party staring straight in one direction.
"Damn, that's the Kents' tent!"
Colson cursed, his expression changing drastically.
If it weren't for him, this family wouldn't be here. If they were in danger, he would never forgive himself in his life!
Thinking of this, Coulson went against the flow of fleeing people and chased Jason.
Milly looked at this scene, shouted loudly, gritted her teeth and chased after him.
Meanwhile, the Mack family…
"Dad, it's so noisy outside..."
Eric murmured, turned around and hugged Charles beside him. Charles turned around in a daze and almost fell asleep.
Only when sleeping can you see such a harmonious scene between them.
Clark sat up, listened attentively, his face paled slightly, and he looked at Mike and said, "Dad, everyone outside is running away. It seems like someone killed someone."
Mike responded softly, touched Clark's head and said, "Don't be afraid."
Clark nodded and continued: "I heard someone calling Jason, saying he was a legendary murderer."
Jason…
The corners of Mike's mouth twitched.
He should have thought of it earlier!
The crystal-like lake, Crystal Lake, was renamed Greenland after Jason's murder.
Snapped!
Mike slapped his forehead.
If he hadn't recognized Colson, he would have suspected that the other party had deliberately brought him here.
A thought quickly flashed through his mind. Mike opened the tent, his heart beating violently, his eyes narrowed, and he saw the figure running towards them in the dark night.
"Clark, don't come out, leave it to me."
Mike turned around and said with a smile, closing the tent under Clark's worried eyes.
"Whoosh!"
Jason threw the machete in his hand at Mike, who had his back turned to him.
"don't want!"
Coulson, who was chasing Jason, shouted, as if he had seen Mike being stabbed by a machete.
but…
But as if there were eyes behind him, Mike turned slightly sideways, accurately grabbed the handle of the flying machete, then turned around and threw it towards Jason.
Bah!
With a sharp roar, the machete hit Jason's chest, causing the charging Jason to take a few steps back and fall to the ground.
Colson's eyes widened and he looked at Mike in disbelief.
"ah!"
Milly, who followed closely behind, let out a cry of terror and pointed at Jason.
Jason, who was lying on the ground, stood up, grabbed the handle of the knife with both hands, and pulled the knife out of his chest bit by bit.
The sound of flesh rubbing against metal was extremely harsh, giving Coulson and Milly goosebumps, but Jason, the person involved, did not make even a single cry of pain.
Tick tock, tick tock…
Blood dripped down the machete's blade.
There was an unusually depressing sense of terror.
Coulson and Millie looked at this scene in horror.
Mike sighed.
I knew that this murderous model worker, a veteran cadre from Crystal Lake, would not die so easily.
However, for him, this level is not enough.
Mike stepped towards Jason, and after a few steps, he was already charging forward.
Jason brandished the knife and looked at Mike. Mike turned around and dodged lightly. A flash of light appeared on his hand, and a dagger materialized in an instant. As he waved his arm, it was inserted into the back of Jason's neck.
Jason stiffened, and Mike casually materialized a dagger and inserted it into the opponent's heart.