The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol.

Chapter 134 Golden Legend!

Seeing Jack's gloomy face and never paying attention to her, Jessie's expression gradually became desperate, and her eyes dimmed. Everyone stopped making noises, and the car fell silent for a while, leaving only the dilapidated trailer making unpleasant sounds while driving. The crunching sound.

Returning to the gas station again, Jack signaled Carly not to turn off the engine. The three of them stayed in the car, and one person got out of the car alone with a pistol and checked the surrounding environment.

The corpse of the old man at the door was still in place, and the cracked brain had attracted many flies and other scavenging insects. Jack turned around and found nothing unusual, and waved to the three of them to signal safety.

He walked to the broken public phone and checked it carefully before confirming that it was completely hopeless.

Originally, Jack thought that as long as the lines were not broken, there were so many old cars in the big pit behind him, and he could always dismantle some things and put together a simple phone. But if the lines were not working, there was really no way he could do it. His skills had not yet reached the level of hand rubbing. Radio level.

The three of them got off the bus and stood far away from the body. Seeing Jack busy, Jessie seemed to have finally calmed down a little at this time, but she just looked at him and hesitated to speak.

When Carly and Scott saw the dirty old man's body and the sudden arrow shot before, they had long since given up the idea of ​​verifying whether there was really human flesh in the house and just wanted to hide as far away as possible.

Jack ignored Jess on purpose, and he didn't know if it was due to education or cultural traditions. Old Americans seemed to particularly advocate individual heroism, as if no matter what disaster or danger they encountered, as long as a hero appeared, what mission or obligation would it be? Ah, this is the one who should bear all the burden.

There is no such thing as dishonesty, public interest, or self-sacrifice for others. Take care of yourself, at best, take care of your family, and wait for the crisis to end.

Ordinary people only need to be responsible for criticizing the heroes from a moral level afterwards and knocking them into dust.

So Jack has no interest in being a hero. He already has a clear conscience. He has seen too many beautiful girls to risk his life for the one in front of him. He would take an arrow in the head to test whether the treatment works. He is planning this trip.

Picking up the old double-barreled shotgun from beside the old man's body, Jack checked it and found that it should still be usable, but he had no intention of using it to fight a group of monsters who were not afraid of death.

Throwing the shotgun to Scott, he walked into the tin house, trying to find if there were any more bullets. He didn't know if this group of human-eating freaks would set up an ambush on the dirt road they left. Multiple weapons would always be there. It is good.

There was a simple wooden shelf in the dark corner of the house against the wall, with a lot of odds and ends on it. He found a box of deer bullets in a rusty biscuit box. Jack was about to leave this house filled with the smell of corpses when his eyes suddenly After a while, his eyes were attracted by a yellow stone on the shelf.

He reached out and picked up the stone and shook it. He felt it was very heavy in his hand. Such a small, almost cylindrical piece weighed about three or four kilograms. He quickly suppressed his excitement and walked to a location with better light.

Golden legend! This is actually a natural gold nugget, which is commonly known as nugget gold by the Seris people. There are almost no impurities visible on the surface, and it emits a charming golden light in the sun.

Unexpectedly, he could still drop treasures after defeating monsters. Jack was ecstatic, and he quickly continued searching on the wooden shelf. He found a small cloth bag, and when he opened it, he found a bag full of gold sand.

The doubts that Jack had vaguely had in his mind before were answered. He was wondering how these ugly deformed people could hide in the mountains and forests without being discovered. It was impossible for so many people to just eat human flesh and hunt.

They must have a steady supply of living materials, plus there are so many powerful hunting crossbows that are much more expensive than ordinary firearms. You must know that ordinary crossbows cannot shoot themselves from a distance of one or two hundred meters. Can't hold my head up anymore.

For example, the Raven crossbow Hannah gave him has an effective range of only 200 meters. The market price is at least 15 dollars. If you replace it with an ordinary AR, you can buy three or four of them. The cheaper AK can double the number. times.

The reason turned out to be because these guys were guarding an undiscovered gold mine.

Jack fell into deep thought and then made a decision. Don't Americans like heroes? He is determined to be a hero today.

He found an empty one from the pile of portable gasoline barrels in the house, poured the bag of gold sand into it, filled it with gasoline, and stuffed the natural gold nugget into his pocket. Jack walked out of the house carrying the gasoline barrel and passed by the three people. When he was around, he handed the box of deer bullets to Scott as if nothing had happened.

"Follow me, I have a plan."

Jessie, who had an ugly face, suddenly looked up at him, her eyes seemed to have regained some brightness, but looking at Jack's still stern face, her mouth opened, but she still didn't dare to speak.

Jack walked to his Firebird, which was covered with a torn tarpaulin, pulled out his hiking bag from the back seat, unloaded the magazine from the gun, and handed it to the three of them along with the empty magazine in his waist. Then he handed her a box of hollow-point bullets.

"Help load the bullets and replace them all with this."

He still doesn't believe it. Even if these deformed people are not afraid of pain, if they can still jump around after being hit by a hollow-point bullet in the torso, he should doubt whether these guys are carbon-based creatures.

The three of them started working together and quickly completed this simple task. At this time, Jack also found Hannah's Raven crossbow and a bag of crossbow arrows from the trunk.

There are not many crossbow arrows, only 20 in a bag, but the things the little rich woman plays with are the most expensive ones. The aluminum-coated carbon arrow shaft and the heavy tungsten steel arrowhead are not only extremely powerful, but as long as the arrow feathers are not damaged, they can be recovered. Comes and can be reused.

"Who would use this?" Jack picked up the box containing the crossbow.

"I know how to do it. I learned it from my father."

Jessie took the box and assembled it very skillfully. She seemed to be really good at it.

Jack naturally stuffed the gasoline barrel containing the gold into the trunk and closed the lid.

"Okay, let me talk about the next plan."

Jack's face was solemn. Being stared at by his sharp eyes, the three of them couldn't help but take a breath and cheered up.

"Evan is dead, and Frankie may still be alive. If you want to rescue her, and don't want to become part of the corpses in the refrigerator in that house, you must strictly obey my orders."

The three of them nodded desperately.

"Give me both of your cell phones." Jack said to Scott and Carly.

After entering the same phone number on both of their phones, he handed the phones back to them.

"Scott took the shotgun for self-defense, took Carly, drove the trailer, returned to the highway, and drove toward Las Cruces. Don't contact anyone on the road. After the mobile phone has a signal, the first It’s time to call for help.”