People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 213 Jason

In May, the weather in Los Santos was already getting increasingly hot and humid.

Outside the window, several blocks of the street had been cordoned off with police tape, and woodpeckers on excavators were chiseling away at the ground, raising clouds of dust.

"Tap tap tap Patty was wearing cool shorts, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, with a thick magic book spread out on her fair legs."

She frowned deeply, irritably covering her ears with her hands to try and block out the noise, while flipping through the pages with her elbow: "How come this lousy book doesn't even have a silencing spell?"

She slammed the book on the coffee table and complained, "Why does it have to be digging nonstop as soon as we're on holiday! What are these city officials thinking?"

Carrie, who was standing nearby, was holding the little monster and gently rubbing its fluffy head. Hearing this, she couldn't help but comfort it, saying, "There's nothing we can do. Apparently, it was because of a serious gas pipeline explosion a while ago. To prevent similar safety accidents from happening again, the city has carried out maintenance and upgrades throughout the city."

The little one in her arms seemed unable to stand the noise outside either; its ears curled down, and it snuggled into Carrie's arms.

Just then, the office door was pushed open.

Suren dusted off non-existent dust and walked in.

Patty, who had just been complaining about the noise, immediately perked up when she saw him return.

She didn't even bother to put on her slippers, jumping barefoot off the sofa: "You're finally back! It's so noisy outside, I can't stand it! When are we finally going on our trip?!"

Carrie stood up, holding the little monster. She glanced at Suren and Patty and said, "Suren, the design sketches for the clothes are almost finished. I hope I can take your measurements again before I leave to confirm the details."

"Is everything settled at your school?"

Suren nodded to Carrie and then looked at Patty and asked.

"Of course, all done!"

Patty raised her chin, looking smug, as if declaring that she had finally regained her freedom.

Suren glanced at her thoughtfully, then her gaze swept over the neglected magic book on the coffee table, a slight thought stirring within her.

"How about this, I'll decide on the itinerary for this trip?"

He made the suggestion.

"You decide?"

Patty stared at him with some suspicion: "I've even prepared a travel guide for the islands and beaches, and booked a seaside hotel. Do you even know where to go for fun?"

Are you really not going to just wander into the middle of nowhere?

Suren nodded, her tone serious: "I'm out running around doing commissions every day, visiting all sorts of places, so naturally I know which places are really interesting. Those travel guides you found online—"

He paused halfway through his sentence. Since they were going out to have fun, there was no need to ruin it by saying it outright and spoiling the mood.

"We can keep those travel guides you made and visit them on our way back."

Patty wasn't necessarily set out for an island; she just wanted to escape the noisy city as soon as possible. Without much thought, she readily nodded, "No problem! As long as we can leave right away!"

Seeing that the plan was set, Patty immediately grabbed Carrie's arm: "Come on! Carrie, let's go to the mall to buy some new clothes and sunscreen!"

"Why?"

Carrie stumbled as she was pulled, still clutching the measuring tape she had just picked up. "But I need to take Suren's measurements first—"

"fine!"

Patty pulled her outside, saying, "We'll have plenty of time on the road later, a little while won't make a difference! Besides, it's so noisy outside, you won't be able to concentrate on your drawing if you stay home. Let's go buy some clothes first!"

Seeing the two of them getting ready to leave together, Suren called out to them from behind and instructed, "Take Alessa with you too, take her out for some fresh air, and buy some snacks."

Patty didn't even turn her head, just gave an OK sign, and led the two girls out the door.

Watching the three girls push open the door and leave, Suren smiled and shook her head.

He certainly couldn't possibly take these girls to the Maldives for a vacation, lying on the beach drinking coconut juice.

Suren walked to the sofa, sat down, took out her phone, and dialed Charlie's number.

He planned to have Charlie provide information on where the killer or demon lurked.

Although these things pose no threat to me, they are a good opportunity for Patty and Carrie to practice and hone their combat skills.

After hanging up the phone, Suren sent Nicole a few more text messages.

He mainly wanted to know her current location, as he planned to hand over the materials he had on the way during his road trip and finalize the magic tool production.

To my surprise, Nicole replied to the message shortly after I sent it.

The dialog box first displayed a location message along with the message: "I'm in Indiana and will be staying here for a while. If you have time, feel free to come and check it out; something very interesting is happening here."

After saying that, she sent another picture.

The background of the photo appears to be a small town shrouded in dark clouds.

The road in front of the town was blocked by barbed wire.

A group of fully armed soldiers in hazmat suits were patrolling back and forth with guns in hand, and several military armored vehicles were parked around them.

Suren opened the map and took a look.

Indiana, located in the northeastern United States, is quite a distance from Los Santos.

Based on the route planning, if you drive there, you would even need to go through Texas and Maine to get there.

These are the two states where we previously encountered the chainsaw killer and the clown.

If it were just Suren alone, he could simply buy the fastest flight ticket and fly there overnight to find out what was going on.

But since it's a trip, and I'm traveling with three girls, I can't just head straight to my destination like a special forces soldier checking in all over the country.

Besides, Patty and the others' summer vacation has just begun, so they have plenty of time, and he doesn't have anything urgent to do lately.

The main point of travel is to be carefree and go wherever you want.

The next day, Suren rented a spacious black SUV, and filled the trunk with tents and other camping gear.

The passenger seat was piled high with all sorts of snacks that Alessa had bought, while in the back sat girls chattering excitedly about the scenery.

With the arrival of the holidays, many families and students have chosen to travel, making the already congested roads even more difficult to navigate.

Blockage.

Soon after, the car finally drove out of the dusty Los Santos and merged onto the interstate highway leading to San Andreas.

Suren held the steering wheel with one hand, watching the roadside signs rushing past.

The last time I walked this path was when I fought my way out of the Nightmare Town.

The San Andreas has a complex topography, with deserts as well as rolling mountains and forests.

Highways, like ribbons, divide the land.

Among these forest areas is a well-known natural forest campsite—Crystal Lake Campsite.

There are vast freshwater lakes and groves of towering trees there.

This was also the first stop that Suren carefully selected.

When Charlie mentioned Crystal Lake on the phone, Suren immediately thought of that masked mama's boy.

Jason Voorhees.

He was born with a disability and was bullied and ostracized from a young age.

Jason drowned at Crystal Lake summer camp as a child, and his mother attempted to resurrect him using the Necronomicon.

Initially, the mother thought the ceremony had failed, so she sneaked into the camp and killed the teacher who was preoccupied with having an affair and had failed to keep an eye on her son.

Later, her mother was killed in self-defense.

Jason, who was resurrected underwater, witnessed all of this. From then on, he grew up alone in the camp, and anyone who stepped into the camp would be hunted down by him.

Most importantly, Jason doesn't have any fancy skills, nor does he know how to become invisible or teleport. He only has brute strength and a cursed body that can never be killed.

Whether he's burned, submerged in water, or shot, it doesn't take long before he can stand up again with his knife.

To ordinary people, Jason is a hopeless grim reaper, but to Patty and Carrie, he is a godsend punching bag.

High HP, high defense, slow speed, and limited attack methods—where can you find such a dedicated sparring partner these days?

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