Killing Chickens in the Night

Chapter 215 Killing Chickens in the Night

Inside the lakeside wooden cabins, colorful lanterns illuminate the night, resembling a peacock spreading its tail feathers.

"Bang!"

The back door of the wooden house was suddenly pushed open.

A man with a flushed face, wearing floral shorts, staggered out.

He was still carrying a half-empty bottle of beer when he staggered around to the grove behind the cabin, whistling as he poured water.

Just then, a rustling sound came from the bushes behind him.

A fishy, ​​pungent smell, like seaweed, wafted into his nostrils.

The man frowned, fanned his nose with his hand, and didn't pay much attention, assuming it was just some unlucky guy who had drunk too much vomiting in the nearby bushes.

"Hey! Whichever bastard is hiding in the grass taking a dump, you better stay away from me—"

The man slurred, "Don't try to play tricks on me, you can't scare me, I'm a rugby ball—"

What he didn't notice was that the light shining from the wooden house behind him had been blocked, as if someone was standing behind him.

A moment later, the man shuddered, turned around while pulling up his pants, and suddenly bumped into something behind him, stumbling and falling.

Local.

"Bro? What are you going to do?!"

His hand touched the warm, sticky dirt beneath his buttocks, and he yelled angrily, "FUCK! Are you fucking out of your mind?! Coming here in the middle of the night to play ghosts, are you looking for death?!"

After unleashing a torrent of curses, he discovered that the dark figure in front of him stood rooted to the spot like a log, showing no reaction whatsoever to his anger.

The man became even angrier: "Are you fucking deaf?!"

He stopped halfway through his rant.

Using the light from the wooden house, he was able to see the other person's appearance clearly. In front of him was a giant man who was nearly two meters tall. He wore a mask with several ventilation holes on his face, and his clothes were tattered and rotten. His skin was swollen and rotting, and there were even moss growing in some places. He looked like a water ghost that had just climbed out of a lake.

The man's drunkenness completely dissipated, and he stammered, unable to utter a single word, and could only subconsciously back away.

But in the darkness, a rusty machete came crashing down on his head.

"Snap!"

After finishing off his prey, Jason turned around, looked at the cabin, and slowly walked away.

"Chirp chirp chirp!"

In Suren's camp.

The little monster lay sprawled on the picnic mat, its soft, white belly exposed, as several fair hands rubbed its belly, making it hum with pleasure.

This little creature's fluffy appearance is incredibly alluring to the girls who come out for a walk in the neighborhood.

Not to mention, it can jump and hop, isn't shy at all, and will even rub its head against the girls' palms.

Suren stood in front of the grill, holding barbecue tongs.

He glanced at Patty and Carrie, who were sitting on a cushion not far away, chatting enthusiastically with several newly acquainted girls, and sighed. What happened to the promise of having two women on his left and right, and serving two women at the same time?

Suren shook his head and skillfully flipped the beef skewers on the grill. The skewers sizzled as they grilled over the charcoal fire, and the dripping oil sparked a burst of flames. He then reached out and grabbed a handful of seasonings, sprinkling them evenly on top.

"ah!!!"

Just then, a heart-wrenching scream suddenly came from afar.

The cry instantly shattered the tranquility of the night.

Immediately afterwards, two muffled gunshots rang out from inside the small house.

Everyone in the camp was alarmed by this sudden turn of events.

Everyone put down what they were holding, stood up, and looked towards the wooden house, somewhat at a loss.

Young men and women were seen fleeing in terror from the two wooden houses.

Some people didn't even have time to put on clothes and ran naked on the ground, while others were covered in blood and cried as they ran.

Some panicked and jumped directly into the lake.

"Is the 'mama's boy' at work?"

Suren glanced at the scene in the distance and raised an eyebrow.

He picked up a skewer of grilled beef, blew on it to cool it down, and took a bite.

The meat was tender and juicy, and the flavor was just right. He nodded in satisfaction.

The screams and commotion coming from the direction of the cabin alerted the surrounding camps.

Unaware of what was happening, the tourists emerged from their tents and welcomed the survivors who had escaped from the cabins.

Panic began to spread when they learned from these incoherent people that there was a terrifying serial killer.

Everyone called out their companions' names, hurriedly packed their belongings, ran back to their cars or tents, gathered with familiar faces, and kept their eyes fixed on the direction of the cabin.

Patty and Carrie, carrying the little monster, ran back to Suren's side.

"Sulen!"

Patty looked at the crowd fleeing towards the cabin and asked, "Is it...is it a demon?"

"Maybe."

Suren nodded vaguely. These days, it's hard to find purely human murderers.

Often, only these experimental subjects, placed throughout the United States, can hunt in their own little corner of the world without being purged.

He then grabbed one or two freshly grilled beef skewers from the grill and stuffed them into Patty and Carrie's hands.

"Take it and eat it. It took a lot of effort to bake, don't waste it."

Suren wiped his mouth and hands and continued, "Now that you've eaten, you still have to go rescue people."

"Save them?"

Patty and Carrie, each holding a skewer of meat, looked at each other in bewilderment.

"us?!"

She widened her eyes, pointed to herself, and then to Carrie, who was standing next to her looking equally bewildered.

Yes, you guys.

Su Lunlun nodded naturally.

"Since we've run into each other, let's treat this as a real-world test and see what you two have accomplished over this period of time."

He didn't explain much and walked towards the cabin.

Although the two girls were scared, they could only grit their teeth and follow.

Several hot-blooded young men nearby, seeing that Su Lun and his two companions not only didn't run away but instead led the way towards the dangerous area,...

They gritted their teeth, thinking it was just a regular brawl, and pulled out weapons like handguns and baseball bats from their car to follow them.

In America, especially in remote, desolate places, who would dare to wander around at night without some kind of truth for self-defense?

The closer you get to the house, the stronger the smell of blood becomes; just smelling it can make you feel nauseous.

The door to the first floor of the wooden house was wide open, and the music was deafening.

Almost everyone in the house had run away. Only in the center of the living room on the first floor, a young man was using the sofa and dining table as cover, circling around the masked killer.

The man, holding an empty shotgun, didn't notice his footing as he ran away, stepped on a rolling empty beer bottle, and fell to the ground.

He quickly turned around and saw that the machete, stained with blood and bits of flesh, was already aimed at his head and cleaving down hard.

"call out!"

A small pebble suddenly shot out from outside the door and hit Jason's hand.

The immense force knocked Jason's hand off course, causing it to slash into the floor beside him.

The man hesitated for a moment, but reacted quickly, taking advantage of the moment Jason drew his knife to escape from the cabin.

Suren stood a short distance outside the house, raising an eyebrow slightly.

Has it evolved to this extent?

The earlier Jason was a human being capable of pain and fear; he would get hurt and back down when faced with firearms.

Even if you get into the car, he can't do anything about it.

But with each death and resurrection, his body was inexplicably strengthened.

Having lost the sensation of pain and fear, their behavior has become increasingly calm and composed.

Suren looked at Carrie and Patty who were following behind her.

"It's up to you now."