Chapter 200： hunting in the mountains

George's proposal is ill-intentioned.

It is clear that they want to break up, two young lovers who are in love with each other.

and……

It's easy to get yourself killed.

Fortunately, Helen was there. 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, it could be that someone would have disappeared for no apparent reason the next morning.

Locke assured this that the missing person was definitely not him.

The hotel rooms are not structured up and down stairs, but a large main hall, and then, one room after another spread out towards both sides.

It looks like a motel.

But in the room, there are many things that should be there. There are beds, windows, toilets, and bathrooms. It can't be said that the grade is very good, but it can be said that it has everything.

After all, all the people who can come here are hunters, and they also bring guns. If there is suddenly a blind eye, at least, this pattern can facilitate well-trained people to avoid in time.

Of course.

This hunting ground hotel receives all the regular customers.

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

In the evening, during the barbecue party, Locke even met the troopers who came here from his hometown of Texas.

"Walker!"

Wearing a strong style cowboy hat, he looks about thirty years old and finally, with a beard, a cowboy-like Walker shook hands with Locke: "Kordor Walker!"

Locke reached out: "Brawton, Locke Broughton!"

"I know you, our Lone Star, the youngest first cowboy."

"Same."

Cordor Walker was slightly taken aback.

Locke smiled: "You in another world."

Hello.

Sam Winchester!

Kordor listened to Locke's babbling words, but he didn't take it to heart, and took off his cowboy hat: "So, Locke, are you also here for tomorrow's hunting? I remember..."

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

Done.

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

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

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

But this time?

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

In a word.

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

But the Texas Rangers?

These mounted policemen riding 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, and after sitting down, they said quietly, "Tell you a little Texas story, the Texas Rangers, but Mephisto, the king of hell, is under the earth."

Gwen tilted his head to look at Locke: "Is this also a native Texas legend?"

Locke shrugged.

Yes, no, although this sentence is a bit exaggerated, but, a long time ago, a Texas Mounted Policeman, Mephisto's subordinate, relied on the status of the Texas Mounted Police to bring Mephisto's Went to the massive fresh and tasty soul.

And just now...

Locke smelled a hint of demon on Kordor Walker's body.

It's faint, but it does exist.

And the smell of this demon is very similar to 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 Wuxinmo?

no doubt.

Mephisto!

Although it feels like Mephisto has just contacted Cordor and has not yet succeeded in recruiting, Locke is here on vacation, so try not to do anything that can't be extravagant.

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

really.

The face is still the face that has been deeply entangled with hell. How is it possible that after changing the name and surname, and it is still the Texas Ranger, how can it not have any direct relationship with hell?

Gwen took Locke's arm and looked at the big piece of beef that was spinning on the bonfire, making a squeaking sound. He smiled and said, "I believe we will definitely go to heaven, Locke."

Locke: "..."

Heaven?

Locke, like Gwen, raised his head.

Logically speaking, Marvel has hell, and it seems that there is no heaven.

But it has been proved here that this does not seem to be an orthodox Marvel. However, when he grows up, Locke has only seen demons, and he does not seem to have seen angels.

but……

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

the next day.

When it was just dawn, the sound of various rally motorcycles starting to chug began to sound.

Locke and Gwen washed up, and when they went out, George and Hank, as well as Kordor, who had just met last night, had already put on their gear.

"Here, coffee!"

"thanks."

Locke and Gwen walked into the main hall, found the two cups of coffee handed over by Rebecca, said thank you, and handed a cup of coffee to Gwen, and then looked curiously at George and Gwen who were gathered at the big table over there. Hank: "Are you dividing the site?"

"right."

Rebecca said: "Because of what happened in the next county, it was blocked there."

The escaped murderer has several murderers.

However, even if there is no blockade there, if the thirty or so hunters go into the mountains to find prey, they will plan their own territory to avoid some bad situations.

For example, the most common one is the prey all the time, one shot on the left and one shot on the right. Then who is the prey?

or...

What if you accidentally hit someone directly?

Of course, in this situation, 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 the orange moving objects.

after awhile.

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

If you don't set off soon, you will miss the meal time of the wild boars.

George and Hank also came over.

"How about it."

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

"Lika Lake."

"nice."

Rebecca said and said to Helen, "This is what I just said. If it weren't for the flood of wild boars, this seems to be quite suitable for camping or picnic at Lake Lika."

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

Looking at the location, it is actually quite close to the next county. However, the blockade area of ​​the next county is still south of Lika Lake, which is still some distance from Lika Lake.

And the police officers in the neighboring county are full of ambition. In their opinion, if the murderer who escaped this time and several murderers entered the jungle, it would be like a rabbit going into a hole and could only be caught.

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 want to go into the mountain with us?"

Helen shook her head: "No, dear, I mean, I haven't seen Rebecca for a long time, I didn't say 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 if she doesn't enter the mountain.

George wanted to struggle: "Gwen, your mother won't go, you're here too?"

Gwen took the orange vest in George's hand, put it on, flipped his ponytail, and raised the telescope in his hand: "I'm Locke's observer."

This time Locke bought a Remington 770 with an eight-fold mirror, with an effective range of 800 meters.

even……

In Locke's hands, the effective range of this Remington 770 is definitely more than 800 meters. Anyway, Locke estimates that, at least, it should have an appearance of 2000 meters.

Otherwise, I'm sorry for his gunfighting skills.

The player's strength and weapons are just bonuses, and the level of skills ultimately determines the level of killing.

Even if there is a wild boar two kilometers away, Locke is confident that with one shot, his Tianling Gai will be directly shot and fly out.

George opened his mouth.

finally.

George seemed to sigh in disappointment. After glancing at Locke from the corner of his eye, he secretly said, Forget it, let's find a chance to go fishing.

Locke also noticed George's gaze.

But don'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 mountains, and there are telescopes. If George disappeared for no reason, it would definitely go crazy.

Still better for fishing.

George didn't wear a helmet last time, if it wasn't for Locke's relentless heart, it is estimated that Gwen's stepfather, at this moment, would have been queuing up on his way to ride.

"Tu Tu Tu!"

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

Lockerbie made an OK gesture.

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

"good."

Hank twisted the accelerator directly, and suddenly, he ran directly onto the dirt road that entered the mountain. Irene also said to Locke and Gwen while driving the motorcycle, and then chased after him.

Locke checked Gwen's helmet and made sure it was safe. After that, he said, "Sit tight, we're going."

Gwen put his 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 is on the gas pedal.

Set off.

hunting! !