People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

She tried sending another message to Dante, but the result was the same.

Patty put her phone away and looked at Kevin: "Kevin, how are you?"

Kevin, wearing headphones, kept adjusting the radio.

As a radio enthusiast, he knew several commonly used public channels and police frequencies by heart.

"Still trying..."

Kevin took off his headphones, looking nervous. "It might take a little while."

The car drove smoothly on the highway for about ten minutes.

Outside the window, the mountains and blue sky remained unchanged; no monsters rushed out, and no criminal gangs appeared.

The tension among the crowd began to dissipate slowly over time.

"Ha! I knew it!"

Scott, who had been holding his breath for a long time, finally found his opportunity.

He crossed his legs, looked at Patty with a smug smile, and said, "Patty, see? I told you you watch too many horror movies, didn't I? It's been so long, and not a single bird has appeared."

"You were too nervous just now, but it's okay, it's normal for girls to be timid."

Scott leaned forward. "But with me here, I'll definitely protect everyone's safety. Don't overreact next time, relax."

Just then.

"Bang!!"

A loud crash suddenly came from under the vehicle, and the RV bounced up and down as if it had driven onto a gravel road.

The front of the car swayed uncontrollably from side to side, the body began to shake violently, and the tires left two dark tire tracks on the ground.

"fk!!"

Brad, who was driving, cursed angrily and gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, trying to keep the car steady.

The carriage immediately descended into chaos.

Scott, who wasn't wearing a seatbelt, was thrown off the sofa and crashed into the liquor cabinet, bleeding profusely from his forehead.

Mikey screamed and covered her head, while Kevin clutched the radio equipment in his arms and huddled in the passenger seat.

Patty was the only one who remained calm.

Having dealt with demons since childhood, she didn't panic like others. Instead, she quickly lowered her center of gravity, grabbed the handrail with one hand, and instinctively reached for her backpack with the other.

The cool metallic touch gave her a slight sense of security.

"Sizzle!"

A screeching sound of brakes rang out, and the RV left several winding brake marks on the road before finally coming to a safe stop on the side of the road.

"Sunny beach! Brad! Are you a pig?! Do you even know how to drive?!"

Scott scrambled to his feet, clutching his forehead as blood trickled from between his fingers, and roared with a ferocious expression.

"Damn it! What if this leaves a scar?!"

Brad was equally shaken; he had barely managed to stabilize the car and prevent it from overturning. Hearing the accusations, his anger flared up as well.

"I got a flat tire, what could I do?! I checked all the tires before I left!"

He shoved the car door open and jumped out angrily to check the situation.

He froze as soon as he got around to the back of the car.

The right rear tire was completely flat, the rubber tire was cut into strips of uneven thickness, and there was a pungent burning smell in the air.

Brad crouched down to examine it closely and discovered that the damaged rear tire appeared to have been instantly sliced ​​open by something extremely sharp.

He subconsciously looked at the road behind the car. The road surface was smooth, with no barriers or spike strips.

"Fuck!! Damn it!!"

Brad kicked the wrecked tire hard, clutched his head, and stumbled back a few steps: "This is it!"

Patty and the others also got off the bus one after another.

"What happened?"

Patty stepped forward and asked.

She looked at the damaged tire, turned on her phone's flashlight, and crouched down. In the light, she discovered a reflective object inside the tire.

"What is this?"

She slowly reached into the tire, grasped the foreign object, and laboriously pulled it out.

"Pfft—"

She held a strangely shaped four-cornered dart in her hand.

This bizarre weapon was exactly the same as the ninja weapon that Suren had dragged her to watch in an action movie late one night.

But it is not made of metal; rather, it looks like it was made of the bones of some kind of creature, with the edges of its four corners polished to an extremely sharp point.

The center of the dart was wrapped and connected by an unknown type of leather, which felt like...

Human skin.

"bone?"

Kevin looked at the object in Patty's hand, his expression tense. "This looks like a dart made from some kind of animal bone? It's so hard, it can even cut through steel tires?"

You should know that the steel wire layer inside the steel wire tire can withstand the puncture of some nails, but now it has been torn open by a simple bone dart.

"Who's so despicable?!"

Mikey looked at the ruined tire, a pang of heartache gripping her. "Dumping something like this on a highway like this? Don't they know it could kill someone?!"

"This is a rented luxury RV, the deposit is definitely going to be forfeited..."

"It must be a prank by those country bumpkins from around here!"

Scott, rubbing his forehead, came closer. He glanced at the bone dart and said with disgust, "People from poor places like this just hate the rich and find all sorts of ways to disgust us."

"Let's not worry about who did it for now."

Patty interrupted their complaints, looking at Brad, "Where's the spare tire? Hurry up and change it to the spare tire and get out of here."

After these words were spoken, the air fell silent.

Brad looked conflicted. He glanced at Scott and stammered, "Uh... the spare tire... I didn't bring one..."

"What do you mean you didn't bring it?!"

Mikey screamed.

"To make room for a few more cases of beer and Scott's barbecue grill..."

Brad promptly shifted the blame to Scott.

Seeing everyone looking at him, Scott looked away guiltily and tried to explain:

"Who the hell could have imagined such bad luck? Besides, people who drive luxury cars don't change tires themselves; they all call for roadside assistance!"

Everyone: "..."

As darkness fell, night descended.

"Gah—"

Several crows flapped their wings and landed on the treetops, tilting their heads and looking with their scarlet eyes at a few humans who were setting up camp not far away.

In the center of the camp, a crimson glow rose.

They planned to spend the night there and see if Kevin could contact the rescue team. If not, they would have to wait until daytime and drive on the road with the broken tire.

The campfire dispelled the chill of the night, and the five people sat around the fire, with the tent already set up behind them.

Each of them held a can of beer or a soft drink, their faces showing fatigue and unease.

Although Patty strongly opposed camping in such uncertain conditions and advised everyone to stay in the car with the doors and windows locked, and wait for Kevin to contact rescue,

Scott, however, insisted that the car was too cramped and uncomfortable to rest in, and that Patty was making a mountain out of a molehill.

They even organize "outdoor barbecue parties" at this time to ease the atmosphere.

"Come on, everyone! Although there was a little mishap, it's still our spring break!"

Scott raised his beer, wanting to break the dead silence.

"Cheers! To the adventure!!"

"Cheers..."

The others responded sparsely, clearly not very interested.