From Prisoner to Si Chen

Chapter 34 Black Lake 4

A group of nine people entered the forest park along the gravel path.

Even though it was the time when the sun was shining most intensely, the sky was still gloomy. Coupled with the tall pine trees surrounding it, the longleaf pine, masson pine or red pine that is thirty to forty meters high blocks the sun and makes the sight cold.

Gu——gu——

The unknown bird calls echoed in the forest, accompanied by the occasional rustling of bushes, which made people tense up unconsciously.

As they progressed, the original gravel path gradually turned into an ordinary dirt path, becoming increasingly difficult to walk, and everyone remained silent.

At this time, perhaps in order to resolve the inexplicably solemn atmosphere, the accompanying Sheriff Pierret smiled and said:

"Although many tourists have come to the forest park in the past, most of them did not dare to go deep and only looked at wild animals on the outer viewing plank road... You are very brave for daring to venture in."

"I want to find my parents." Fima changed into a sweatshirt and pants that were suitable for trekking, carried a bag, raised her head and asked the handsome man in front of her: "They are both archeology professors at the University of Michigan, Mr. Sheriff. Pass them?"

"Looking for someone?" Pierre was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile. "We haven't heard of any archeology professors coming to the Forest Park... Well, it's possible that they came in privately. After all, the park managers don't always report everything to the Public Security Bureau."

"That's it, thank you."

Fima thanked the Sheriff, but her expression was indescribably disappointed.

Miss Seagull walked beside her and whispered a few words of comfort. Mr. Stork used the steel-core walking stick as a hiking stick, pounded the dirt on his way, and asked:

"By the way, Mr. Pierret, I heard that there is a black lake deep in the forest park. Are there really so-called demons haunting there?"

"Haha, of course not." Pierret and the other two sheriffs laughed. "It's just that some tourists and locals did not listen to the advice and trespassed into that area. They either drowned in the water or were attacked and killed by wild animals... Alas, those locals came up with 'devil legends' to explain and blame On the heads of outsiders.”

"What about the 'Lake God Cult'?" Mr. Oystercatcher had some bandages wrapped around his body, but it did not affect his normal movements. He spoke at the right time: "I also heard that someone was brutally killed by cultists deep in the forest."

"It's all nothing..." Pierre shook his head.

But he hasn't finished speaking yet.

Huh-huh!

A flying ax shot from the forest and sliced straight through the sheriff's arm!

Duh!

The blood-stained flying ax was nailed to a pine tree behind him, making a dull sound.

"Fuck!" Pierre screamed in pain and quickly pulled out the long-tube revolver from his waist. "There is a suspicious person attacking! Everyone, be careful!"

Everyone quickly took out their weapons and looked around cautiously.

Sheriff Piere checked his bleeding left arm. Fortunately, the wound was not deep, but it was still bleeding.

He looked up and was stunned.

I saw that almost everyone in the "tour group" that I accompanied took out weapons such as pistols or bows and arrows, and formed a circle in a tacit understanding to protect Fima.

Is this a tour group?

It's clearly a special operations team!

"Protect Miss Fima." Mr. Stork held a Luger in his hand and said calmly. "Nothing can happen to her."

He didn't say much, but everyone understood what he meant.

If the heroine of the movie dies due to an accident, then the course of the movie is likely to have unpredictable accidents. This is a conclusion that Mr. Stork has drawn based on experience.

Rustling.

At this time, a dozen figures slowly walked out of the pine forest around everyone.

Judging from the appearance, there are men and women, but without exception, they all wear reindeer masks and hold hatchets or firearms.

"Hehehe...hahahaha..."

Deep laughter came from their mouths, gradually becoming crazy and echoing in the forest.

"The lake god lives forever, and the elixir of youth is here!"

These men and women sounded pious and chanted short verses.

"They are cultists of the 'Lake God Sect', cheer up."

Mr. Stork warned.

After saying that, a masked man holding an ax rushed forward and slashed at Mr. Stork. His exposed red eyes were full of murderous intent.

"Kill you first! The talkative old man!" he roared.

when!

Mr. Stork swung his steel-core cane and easily blocked the blade of the logging axe, causing sparks to strike out.

He turned the cane in a circle with a cold face, making a whistling sound, and then hit the opponent's knee with a stick, snapping him to the ground.

As soon as the cultist screamed, it stopped abruptly——

Poof!

Mr. Stork turned the tip of his staff, and the 12-centimeter-long stork's sharp beak dug into the opponent's throat, causing hot blood to spurt out.

Bang!

He raised his foot and kicked the cultist several meters away. The latter flew backwards with blood, fell over in the mud and rotten leaves, twitched a few times and then died.

Gillan saw this scene very clearly.

‘Mr. Stork is very strong! ’ He secretly thought.

Bang bang bang bang! !

At this time, gunfire broke out, and both sides were already engaged in a fierce fight, each firing.

The whining ballistic wind suddenly appeared in the ears, and the mud and fallen leaves were flying. Everyone in the community had already dispersed in a tacit understanding, each found a bunker to hide, and fired back with guns.

The two ladies, Miss Sparrow and Miss Seagull, performed very well.

The former draws the bow and nocks the arrow, his movements are smooth and meticulous, and even every detail reveals his elegant temperament. Although with her physical strength, the draw weight of the compound bow in her hand would not exceed 50 pounds, the two sides were not far apart, and every arrow could basically hit the critical part of the cultist.

The afterimages of swishing arrows passed by, and the cultists screamed and fell down one by one.

The latter's marksmanship is excellent, and the Ruger in her hand is perfect. Every time she fires a few shots, she will find an opportunity to move to cover to avoid being concentrated by the enemy. It can be seen that she has received professional shooting training.

But at this moment, Mr. Oystercatcher suddenly saw something, his expression changed drastically, and he roared:

"Watch your back!!"

The rest of the club members turned around and looked at each other, all of them changed their minds.

I saw the tall and handsome Sheriff Pierret, and the two other sheriffs accompanying him, taking out... a reindeer mask from the satchel on his waist!

They slowly put the masks on their faces and laughed wildly:

"What a bunch of stupid guys, let's all stay and become living sacrifices!"

"It turns out that you are all members of the 'Lake God Cult'..."

Everyone in the community was shocked. They didn't expect that the helper they called turned out to be a cultist!

Now the situation becomes more dangerous!

Bang bang bang! !

Three gunshots were fired without any gaps.

Before Sheriff Pierret had time to launch an attack, three bloody holes appeared in his chest, and he fell to the ground with a scream.

Everyone was startled when they saw a figure rushing towards the remaining two sheriffs.

The hem of the brown windbreaker was raised like a ghostly ghost.

"It's Mr. Snow Owl!" Miss Sparrow exclaimed.

"Leave them to me, you guys, be careful about facing the enemy."