I traverse America, using holy light to quell American terror!

Jon and his two companions stood outside the house, gripping their shotguns, frowning as they surveyed the dark building before them.

"Jon, are you really sure those two guys are in this house?"

Mark asked somewhat hesitantly,

Then, looking at the house in front of him, he said nervously:

"We didn't tell Box, will he be angry?"

Mark brought up Box's name again, clearly feeling a bit guilty.

"Mark, they must be here."

Jon slowly bent down and wiped away the bloodstains left on the floor in front of the door.

Then, he said to Paul and Mark:

"That ugly bastard Box won't blame us."

Jon suddenly laughed, and he said meaningfully:

"And we can also send some feed to his pigs, isn't that a win-win situation?"

With that, he pushed open the door in front of him and stepped inside.

Paul followed closely behind, and even turned back to raise an eyebrow at Mark.

It seemed to be mocking him for being a coward.

Mark opened his mouth, but had no choice but to follow the two inside.

The dark house was completely silent, except for the sound of Jon and his two companions' shoes on the floor.

Sensing the musty smell in the air, Jon waved his hand to fan himself.

He muttered under his breath:

"Damn it, does Box never clean the house?"

Jon frowned, looked around, and said to the two people behind him:

"Mark, Paul, you two search the first floor. I'll go check the second floor myself."

Be careful, everyone, don't let the prey get away.

Mark, who was following behind, looked around.

He said in a slightly nervous whisper:

"Are we sure we want to split the search? That might not be a good idea."

"Mark, you're such a coward."

Jon scoffed, raising his shotgun and saying:

"You're not afraid of those two naked city folks, are you?"

Mark's expression tightened, and he quickly said:

"How could that be? I was just worried that it might be dangerous for you to walk all this way by yourself."

"cut."

Jon gave Mark a disdainful look.

Carrying his gun, he slowly walked upstairs.

Paul then said flippantly to Mark:

"I'll go check on the restaurant; you go to the bedroom on the first floor."

Without waiting for Mark to speak, he walked towards the restaurant on his own.

Mark tightened his grip on the shotgun with a hint of helplessness and cautiously headed towards the bedroom on the first floor.

Meanwhile, Edward, who had already concealed himself, revealed a faint smile.

He thought to himself, "It's not certain who's the hunter and who's the prey yet!"

Jon raised his shotgun and slowly moved toward the second floor.

Although he had already made his steps very lightly...

But the dilapidated wooden staircase still creaked and groaned from time to time.

It is very noticeable in a quiet environment.

The hallway was dim and gloomy, and the entire old building was very quiet.

Jon could even hear his own heartbeat.

His finger was on the shotgun trigger, his back tense.

While glancing at the gradually emerging second-floor space in front of him,

He muttered to himself:

"Come out, baby, come out quickly, let me take a good look at you."

He assumed the couple would just hide in a corner upstairs.

As long as you slowly close in, the other party will have no way to escape.

The instant he reached the second floor, Jon suddenly darted away!

He swung the shotgun left and right twice.

However, to his disappointment

The gun barrel swept across the empty corridor, but there wasn't a single person in sight.

Meanwhile, Edward had been lying in ambush on the roof of the first-floor restaurant for quite some time.

Because he wasn't wearing any equipment, he didn't dare to engage in a direct confrontation.

We can only wait until the enemy's forces are slightly separated before we dare to take the opportunity to defeat them one by one.

He deliberately left some bloodstains at the restaurant entrance, quietly waiting for the fish to take the bait.

At this moment, Paul arrived at the restaurant entrance.

It was easy to spot the bloody footprint Edward had left on the ground.

Paul recalled the way the woman walked; her foot seemed injured.

A mischievous smile immediately appeared on his face:

"Hey, little baby, where are you?"

"Let me see how badly you're hurt!"

He chuckled softly as he carefully inspected every corner of the restaurant.

Just as Paul approached the dining table, Jon's voice suddenly came from upstairs:

"Paul! Mark! Watch out, those two might be on the first floor!"

Paul was startled by the sound, straightened up, and was about to look out of the restaurant when...

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a dark figure that suddenly attacked him!

Paul quickly raised his gun to fire, but before he could even straighten the muzzle...

He was then struck hard on the head by a knee that came crashing down from above!

*Click*

A crisp cracking sound came from above Paul's head.

The sound echoed throughout the silent restaurant!

The sudden, sharp pain caused Paul to instinctively pull the trigger.

With a "bang," the shotgun bullet was fired!

The scattered marbles shattered the restaurant chandelier.

It made a 'crashing' sound.

Jon and Mark, who were searching the first and second floors, were immediately taken aback.

They quickly ran towards the restaurant from which the gunshots had come.

Jon shouted as he ran:

"What happened on the first floor! Who fired the shot?"

Mark, who had bumped into Jon, shouted nervously:

"It's Paul! He's in the restaurant! There must be someone there!"

"Damn it! He still fired!"

Edward, who had dodged the gun, heard the shouts and cursed helplessly.

He then rushed over to finish off the struggling Paul, delivering a final punch.

To completely eliminate the other party's life.

Then, he snatched the shotgun from the other person's hand and carefully moved towards the door.

Upon hearing the sound of running, Edward poked his gun out.

He yanked the trigger sharply in the direction the sound came from!

"Bang--"

The instant the gunshot rang out, a scream echoed from outside the restaurant.

It was clearly hit by a bullet fired by Edward!

Just as Edward was about to leave the restaurant to check the situation,

Several gunshots suddenly rang out in the distance, suppressing Edward once again.

Edward remained calm upon seeing this, hiding behind the wall and listening carefully to the sounds outside.

He casually pulled at the clothes of the corpse on the ground.

After putting on his clothes, he continued to take off his shoes.

But the moment he took off his shoes, a very pungent and irritating stench instantly wafted into Edward's nostrils.

Edward almost vomited from disgust.

"Damn! This smells awful! I can't wear it at all!"

Edward pinched his nose and waved his hand casually.

They simply threw the shoes outside the restaurant.

Outside the restaurant, Jon was dragging the injured Mark towards safety.

I plan to take a closer look at my friend's injuries.

"Mark, you'll be fine, relax."

Jon gently comforted Mark, who had been shot, while forcefully pulling him behind cover.

Suddenly, a dark shadow darted through the darkness with a "whoosh."

It landed steadily beside the two of them.

Then, the pungent, sour smell that wafted over made Jon and Mark feel uncomfortable.

Jon gagged and muttered a curse under his breath:

"How does this bastard have biological weapons? Just who is he?!"

With this in mind, Jon decided against going it alone.

He wanted to gather more people to help capture the two outsiders.

Jon patted Mark, whose concentration was gradually fading, and whispered his instructions:

"Mark, hang in there, I'll go get backup!"

Mark opened his mouth, not wanting Jon to leave.

But Jon still fired a shot toward the restaurant and then quickly ran out of the house.

As Edward listened to the footsteps fading into the distance, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

He knew the other party must have gone to call for reinforcements.

Should he stay here and wait for Li Yuan, or take Lina to another place to hide?

For a moment, Edward was at a loss.