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Chapter 201 Hunting in the Mountains
George's proposal was ulterior motives.

It's clear that they want to break up the two young couples who love each other.

and……

It's easy to bring death to yourself.

Thanks to Helen's presence, Helen stopped George's unrealistic thoughts in time and successfully saved George's life.

after all……

If George and Locke were in the same room, maybe the next morning, someone would be found missing for no reason.

Locke can assure you that the missing person is definitely not him.

The hotel room is not the kind of structure with up and down stairs, but a large main hall, and then, one room after another spreads towards the two sides.

Looks like a motel.

But in the room, there are many things that should be there, such as beds, windows, toilets, and bathrooms. It cannot be said that the grade is very good, but it can be said that it has everything that one expects to find.

After all, the only ones who can come here are hunters, and they also bring guns. If there is a sudden intrusion, at least, this kind of layout can make it easier for well-trained people to avoid in time.

Of course.

This hunting ground hotel receives old and regular customers.

It's Hank's ex-wife Barica and her current husband who have made many friends, and some other police officers who were or are still police officers.

In the evening, during the barbecue party, Locke even got to know the Mounted Police who came here from his hometown of Texas.

"Walker!"

Wearing a thick cowboy hat, he looked about 30 years old. At the end, with a beard and a cowboy accent, Walker shook hands with Locke: "Cordore Walker!"

Locke stretched out his hand: "Broughton, Locke Broughton!"

"I know you, our lone star, the youngest number one cowboy."

"Same."

Cordor Walker was slightly taken aback.

Locke smiled: "You in another world."

Hello.

Sam Winchester!

Cordor didn't take Locke's nagging words to heart, and took off his cowboy hat: "So, Locke, are you also here to participate in tomorrow's hunt? I remember..."

Locke introduced to George next to him: "Stacy, George Stacy, Inspector of the New York Police Department, this is Cordall, Texas Mounted Police."

Done.

Locke directly pulled Gwen next to him, squeaked, and ran away.

Gwen was a little surprised: "What's wrong?"

Generally in New York City, if Locke sees people from his hometown, if he is also a cowboy, he will be very enthusiastic.

But this time?
Among the many federal law enforcement agencies, the one Locke is least willing to deal with is the Mounted Police in his hometown.

In a word.

Other law enforcement agencies, no matter what, at most rely on intuition to handle cases.

But the Texas Rangers?
These mounted policemen who ride horses to enforce the law have always liked to handle cases by feeling.

Intuition and feeling are two concepts.

The most important thing.

Locke and Gwen changed directions, sat down, and said quietly: "Tell you a short story about Texas, the Texas Mounted Police, but Mephisto, the king of hell, is under the men of the world."

Gwen tilted her head and looked at Locke: "Is this also a local legend in Texas?"

Locke shrugged.

Yes, and no, although this sentence is a bit exaggerated, but, a long, long time ago, a Dezhou Mounted Policeman, who was Mephisto's subordinate, relied on his identity as a Texas Mounted Policeman to lead Mephisto Went for a plethora of fresh and tasty soul.

And just now...

Locke smelled a demon in Cordor Walker.

It's faint, but it's there.

Moreover, the smell of this demon is a bit like the Witch Heart Demon who has dealt with it before, but the quality of the devil's breath is higher than that of the Witch Heart Demon.

Who is higher than the pure-blooded devil's son, the Witch Heart Demon.

no doubt.

Mephisto!

Although it feels like Mephisto has just contacted Cordor and has not yet successfully recruited, but Locke is here for vacation, so try not to do things that can be avoided without complications.

Locke thought for a while, then seemed to think of something, and smiled abruptly.

really.

The face is still the face that is deeply entangled with hell. How could it be possible that after changing the name and surname, and it is still a Texas Mounted Police, how could it not have any direct relationship with hell?
Gwen held Locke's arm, looked at the big piece of beef turning slowly on the bonfire, making the sound of oil, and said with a smile: "I believe, we will definitely go to heaven, Locke."

Locke: "..."

Heaven?
Locke, like Gwen, looked up.

According to the truth, Marvel has hell, it seems that there is no heaven.

But it has been proved here that this does not seem to be an orthodox Marvel, but, growing up so big, Locke has only seen demons, and it seems that he has never seen angels.

but……

Locke lowered his head and smiled, looked at Gwen: "Yes, we will go to Silver City."

the next day.

When the sky was just dawn, the sounds of various rally motorcycles started to chug.

Locke and Gwen washed up, and when they walked out, George, Hank, and Cordor, who had just met last night, had already put on their gear.

"Here, coffee!"

"Thank you."

Locke and Gwen walked into the main hall, finished the two cups of coffee that Rebecca handed over, thanked them, and handed a cup of coffee to Gwen, then looked curiously at George and Gwen who gathered at the big table over there. Hank: "Are you dividing the territory?"

"Correct."

Rebecca said: "Because of the incident in the neighboring county, that side is blocked."

The escaped murderer has several other murderers.

However, even if there is no blockade over there, if these more than 30 hunters go into the mountains to look for prey, they will still plan their respective territories to avoid some bad situations.

For example, the most common one is a prey, one shot on the left and one shot on the right, so whose prey is it?

or...

What if you accidentally hit someone directly?
Of course, in situations like this, people who enter the mountain will wear bright orange protective clothing. Under normal circumstances, as long as they are not blind, they will not stare at orange moving objects.

after awhile.

The people over there seemed to have reached an agreement, each grabbed their own map, and then dispersed in twos and threes, preparing to enter the mountain.

If you don't hurry up, you will miss the meal time for the wild boars.

George and Hank came along too.

"How about it."

Rebecca looked at George and Hank who came over with a smile: "Did you grab a good place?"

"Lika Lake."

"nice."

Rebecca said, and said to Helen, "That's what I just said. If it wasn't for the wild boars, it would actually be quite suitable for camping or picnics at Lake Lika."

Lika Lake is in the mountain that entered the mountain this time.

In terms of location, in fact, it is quite close to the neighboring county. However, the blockade area of ​​the neighboring county is still south of Lika Lake, and there is still some distance from Lika Lake.

Moreover, the police officers in the neighboring county were full of ambitions. From their point of view, the escaped murderer and several murderers entered the jungle this time. It was like a rabbit entering a hole.

George handed Locke the three orange protective vests in his hand.

Helen waved her hand and said, "Rebecca and I are chatting and drinking coffee here."

George was slightly taken aback: "Didn't you say you wanted to go into the mountains with us?"

Helen shook her head: "No, honey, I mean, I haven't seen Rebecca for a long time, I didn't say to come in with you, go, remember to bring Gwen and Locke back safely."

George had an epiphany.

This is to remind him again, don't let Locke disappear just because she doesn't go into the mountain.

George wanted to struggle: "Gwen, if your mother isn't going, are you here too?"

Gwen took the orange vest from George, put it on, flicked her ponytail, and raised the binoculars in her hand: "I'm Locke's observer."

This time Locke bought the Remington 770 with an 800x lens, which has an effective range of [-] meters.

even……

In Locke's hands, the effective range of this Remington 770 must be more than 800 meters. How about it, Locke reckons, at least, it should have a range of 2000 meters.

Otherwise, I'm sorry for his gun fighting skills.

The player's strength and weapons are only a bonus, and the level of skills will ultimately determine the level of killing.

Even if there was a wild boar 2000 meters away, Locke was confident that with one shot, his Tianling Gai would be sent flying.

George opened his mouth.

finally.

George sighed in disappointment. After glancing at Locke from the corner of his eye, he thought to himself, forget it, let's find a chance to go fishing in the sea.

Locke also noticed George's gaze.

But I didn't take it to heart.

After all, I'm used to it, and it's useless to take it to heart. Gwen also followed into the mountain, and there was a telescope. If George disappeared inexplicably, he would definitely go crazy.

Or sea fishing is better.

George didn't wear a helmet last time. If it wasn't for Locke's mercy that time, it is estimated that Gwen's stepdad is already on the way to ride a horse at this moment.

"Tu Tu Tu!"

George and Hank reached an off-road rally motorcycle, looked at Locke who put on the helmet for Gwen: "No problem."

Lockebie made a gesture of OK.

Hanke said: "The coordinates have been entered, just follow the coordinates, let's find the prey first."

"it is good."

Hank twisted the accelerator directly, chug-chug, and ran directly onto the dirt road that went into the mountain. Erin also said to Locke and Gwen while driving the motorcycle, and then chased after him.

Locke checked Gwen's helmet to make sure it was safe, and then said, "Sit tight, we're leaving."

Gwen put her arms around Locke's waist directly and hummed.

Locke turned on a small screen hanging on the handle. After the screen was lit, a reminder of the driving position from here to Lake Lika came out.

next second.

Locke hit the gas pedal with one hand.

set off.

hunting! !
(End of this chapter)