American Zombie Detective

Chapter 172 Have fun, Alessa!

Qin Jin agreed to Alessa's request almost without thinking. This game, full of bloodshed and hunting instincts, was their home ground in the wilderness and mountains.

"Sure, have fun." Qin Jin readily agreed, but considering the later stages, he still had to remind her: "Alessa, there are two things you should pay attention to."

Aresa tilted her head and looked over intently.

"I bet each of their teams has something to contact the organizers, like a phone or something."

Qin Jin pointed out the key point: "You need to deal with this thing first before you can play with peace of mind. Otherwise, if the news leaks out, other hunters will run away!"

"Okay," Alessa nodded seriously, "First, disconnect."

"Secondly, I have a little plan—"

Qin Jin crouched down and used the tip of his Bass Magic Armor M machete to outline the general terrain on the damp soil. The main basis for this was the direction of the river and the location of the lake, which were already very clear when he was in the air.

Qin Jin drew a circle in the northeastern part of the map, in the shaded area: "If you encounter those students, tell them to come here. I want to bring them all in."

Alessa thought for a second: "Should we... save them?"

"I can help if it's convenient, but if it's too much trouble, forget it," Qin Jin stood up and smiled nonchalantly. "I just want to lure everyone else over here, set a trap, and see if I can trick the subsequent cleaners into coming too—to show the students a way out. Whether they survive or not depends on their luck."

Before the words had even finished—

Alessa suddenly turned her little head north, listening intently, "Qin, there's an airplane!"

"You're in luck!" Qin Jin immediately guessed the reason: "This must be the helicopter transporting the hunting team. You can go and have some fun now."

On Aresa's porcelain-white face, the almost imperceptible curve of her lips slightly turned up by a millimeter.

She didn't say another word. Her petite figure, like a ghost disappearing into the night, vanished silently into the dense jungle, moving so fast that she left only a faint wisp of air behind her.

In the north, above a relatively open area deep in the dense forest.

A black helicopter hovered above the treetops, its rotors whipping up a fierce wind that made the treetops below sway violently, creating a whooshing, tidal wave-like sound.

The cabin door opened, and rappelling ropes were thrown down. Immediately afterwards, five figures swiftly and cleanly descended one after another—it was the Asylum Team.

They still maintained the same crazy image displayed in the factory shed, only slightly modified, with various firearms added to their hands and different backpacks on their backs, making them appear even more terrifying in this environment.

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The blood-faced nurse stretched her neck and shoulders, making a slight clicking sound, and slung the modified sniper rifle over her shoulder. "Damn it! This uniform is way too tight! I can't even run around properly. How am I supposed to work?"

Harley Quinn, her face covered in face paint, thrust out her high breasts and let out a giggle, her voice sounding particularly eerie through the mask: "What's there to complain about? Not changing clothes will cost everyone an extra 100,000. You agreed to it yourself when Mr. K asked."

The blood-faced nurse was clearly displeased with Harley Quinn's reaction, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she grabbed the hem of her clothes and yanked it—

With a tearing sound, the taut area was completely ripped open, and the two legs were immediately freed.

"I don't need you to remind me, I know it myself—"

The cannibal and the Rain Night Butcher watched the two women clash, neither speaking. The cannibal, holding his automatic rifle, looked around, while the Rain Night Butcher and the Chainsaw Killer examined the tactical tablet in his hand.

Then, the tablet was put away.

The chainsaw killer's deep voice came through the mask, interrupting the women: "Shut up, save your energy! As usual, most of the prey should be released in the center, which is still far away. Tonight we'll speed up our journey, and tomorrow we won't rest; we'll go straight to the hunt."

The group abandoned their idle chatter and began following the chainsaw killer toward the center.

The chainsaw killer carries his chainsaw on his back and holds a shotgun in his hand, while the Rain Night Butcher and the Cannibal have automatic rifles, the Bloodface Nurse holds a sniper rifle, and Harley Quinn has two short-barreled weapons.

After walking for about half an hour, the only sounds around us were the rustling of leaves in the wind and the occasional chirping of insects.

Just as the group passed through a relatively sparse woodland, the blood-faced nurse in the middle of the group suddenly stopped, gasped, and instantly raised her sniper rifle, pointing it diagonally forward!

"Look! What's that?!" Her voice was tinged with surprise.

Everyone looked up in the direction she was pointing her gun.

About ten meters ahead, a small figure could be vaguely seen hanging from the branches of a tall tree.

She was a little girl wearing an elegant dress.

It's that little girl next to the policeman! That freebie that's only worth 5 cents!

At this moment, her neck was twisted at an extremely unnatural, almost ninety-degree angle, with a rough rope tightly wrapped around her neck, the other end tied to a tree branch high above.

Her face was deathly pale, her eyes were closed, and her petite body swayed gently in the breeze, lifeless.

Based on their experience as "professionals" who deal with death year-round, they could tell at a glance that the little girl was dead; with her neck twisted like that, there was absolutely no chance of her survival.

"—Fuck!"

The butcher's deep voice rang out in the rainy night, filled with astonishment: "How could she be dead here? Who did it?"

Beneath the chainsaw killer mask, his gaze swept across the surroundings, calmly analyzing: "It wasn't them! They're farther away than us, there's absolutely no way they could have gotten here—the most likely scenario is that Mr. M arrived a little late, that damn SUV was abandoned nearby, and that cop killed her!"

"How is this possible!" Harley Quinn screamed. "Isn't this his daughter?"

"You think a daughter is a daughter?" The chainsaw killer sneered coldly. "Have you forgotten what the lawyer said? There are perverts like this everywhere! This girl—maybe she was that policeman's lover, or he tricked her into having her, and now that she's become a burden, he's just abandoned her."

This speculation sounds—surprisingly—perfectly reasonable!

The thought of that indifferent policeman being so terrified that he abandoned his own woman to kill him and escape filled everyone with a twisted sense of pleasure.

"Pfft—" The cannibal couldn't help but let out a lewd chuckle, "Hehehe—what a huge loss! The lawyer's 200 million is gone."

Harley Quinn shrugged dramatically, her voice brimming with schadenfreude: "How about we get this little corpse off the ground and send it to the lawyer? Maybe he'll find it interesting and offer half a million?"

The Rain Night Butcher scoffed, "Come on, lawyers are T-fetishists, not necrophiliacs. Besides, hanging that high, who the hell would want to climb up there to do it? Unlucky!"

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"All of you, shut the fuck up!"

The chainsaw-wielding maniac growled, interrupting his subordinates' increasingly outrageous fantasies. His voice turned serious: "Stop laughing! Search this area thoroughly! If that cop isn't far, find him! The 30 points are ours!"

Upon receiving the order, the five people immediately dispersed and began searching cautiously in a fan shape around the large tree where Alessa's "corpse" was hanging.

Their attention was completely drawn to the potential 30 points, while they remained wary of police officers who might be hiding in the bushes or behind the trees.

No one gave the corpse in the tree another second.

In the dense forest, only the wind blew, and the small corpse turned slightly in the wind, the extremely faint friction sound like a soft laugh.