People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

A few seconds later, Kevin's voice rang out again.

"Sorry, I was just looking at a map. We're in Corso County, and we just passed an abandoned old church during the day! Are you a police officer?!"

"The old church..."

Jack picked up the background image from the side and quickly swiped his finger across it.

"What is it that wants to kill you?" Jack asked again to confirm.

Kevin broke down, yelling, "Tell me, are you even a cop?!"

Listen carefully!

Jack shouted, "I'm on Highway 9 right now, but I'm still quite a distance from that church. It'll take me a while to get there."

Kevin cried out desperately, "You must call the police! Make them send someone!"

"I'll inform them, right away."

Jack responded coldly and then turned off the radio.

He glanced at his eldest son, who was fully armed beside him, and nodded silently.

Should we notify the police?

The police would just treat it as a joke, or drag the monster's body away for research.

But what he wants is revenge, is justice, not these procedures.

He wanted to personally tear that beast who had kidnapped Billy to pieces.

……

Inside the RV.

Kevin jumped up excitedly, his face beaming with joy.

"Great, we've finally made contact with rescue."

In the driver's seat, Mikey gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, tears welling up in her eyes upon hearing the news.

Scott, however, couldn't be happy at all.

He huddled in the back of the car with a gloomy face, staring venomously at Patty sitting in the front seat, his mind preoccupied with some unknown scheme.

Kevin was about to say something to take credit.

"Thump!"

A loud bang came from the roof of the vehicle, and the entire RV suddenly sank down, quickly rebounding with the support of the suspension system.

The roof of the car dented instantly.

Before the others could react...

"Sizzle—"

A black claw pierced through the metal roof of the vehicle, and five sharp claws pierced Kevin's head, dragging him out of the RV.

"ah!!!"

After a heart-wrenching scream, there was no further sound outside the car.

Only a large amount of blood flowed down the hole, submerging the radio he had been holding in his hands.

The sudden change made the car interior instantly fall into a deathly silence.

Mikey's pupils contracted sharply as her face, which she had just cleaned, was splattered with blood again.

The familiar smell of blood reminded her of the horrific scene of her boyfriend Brad being beheaded in front of her.

Extreme fear made her instinctively slam on the brakes.

"Sizzle!!!"

The RV suddenly tilted forward, and the cabin, which had just been barely tidied up, was once again in chaos, with alcohol mixed with blood flowing everywhere and snacks scattered all over the place.

"What the hell?!"

Scott lay sprawled on the ground like a turtle, staring in disbelief at the gaping wound above his head, still bleeding profusely. "Damn it! What happened?! Where's Kevin?!"

Before he could even get up...

"Bang!"

A hideous and terrifying face suddenly appeared against the windshield.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

Mikey was terrified when she saw the grotesque face right in front of her.

She frantically unbuckled her seatbelt and scrambled to the back of the carriage.

Is that the ogre?!

It didn't die!? Its smashed head had also been perfectly restored, and it looked completely unharmed.

Patty's face turned pale.

The cannibal lay on the hood, watching the people inside the car with a mocking expression.

Its eyes darted around, as if it had thought of something amusing, and a cruel smile appeared on its face.

It extended a finger, tapped the glass, and gave Scott, who was lying on the ground, an extremely human-like wink.

"I?!"

Scott pointed to his nose, and when the monster smiled and nodded, he shook his head frantically like a rattle-drum.

"No, no, no, I don't taste good! I don't exercise often, my meat smells bad! Don't eat me! Go eat Patty, or eat Mikey!"

The cannibal seemed amused; it tilted its head and stared at Scott, pretending to be deep in thought.

Then, its index finger slowly pointed to Mikey, who had fled to the back.

Mikey froze, a chill running down her spine.

This feeling was like when she was a child walking alone at night, always feeling like there was something behind her, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

She looked to Patty for help, hoping that her best friend, who had previously displayed great prowess, could fire a few more shots to resolve the current crisis.

Patty shook her head slightly and gripped the gun in her hand tighter.

She had emptied her only magazine to finish off the monster and make sure it was dead.

She wasn't a real demon hunter after all; she used to watch Dante kill demons by just firing a few shots and that was it.

Who knew that following this procedure would cause problems?

Besides, what decent person would carry a bunch of spare magazines in their bag when going on vacation?

"Out of bullets?"

Mikey noticed Patty's hesitation; she knew her best friend too well to guess what was going on just by looking at her expression.

"You...you killed my boyfriend, why are you still targeting me?!"

She looked at the monster outside the car with despair on her face.

Suddenly, a wicked thought sprouted in her mind—

Mikey jumped to her feet, pointed at Patty, and shouted at the ogre outside the window, "It's her!"

"She's the one who shot you, go find her!"

"We'll give her to you! We'll give her to you! Please let us go!"

Upon hearing this, the ogre revealed that smug smile again.

It nodded in satisfaction and gave Mikey a thumbs up.

These two food items are really clever; this kind of cannibalistic drama is their favorite. Well then, as a reward, you two can be saved for dessert after the meal!

Patty stared at Mikey in disbelief: "Mikey?! What are you talking about...?"

"That's right! She's just a self-important bich, acting all high and mighty! If you want her, she's yours now! It's all yours!"

Scott, who was standing nearby, seemed to have grasped at a straw and immediately jumped out, his face full of resentment.

If it weren't for his father repeatedly mentioning that Patty's background and origins were very special, and ordering him to do whatever it took to win this woman over, he would have been in trouble.

In addition, Patty is indeed a rare beauty, especially with her alluring figure.

Otherwise, given his family background and status, how could he possibly tolerate this woman's cold attitude time and time again?

At school, if he just beckoned with his finger, what kind of girl wouldn't come running to him?

But now?

Screw your father, screw your background!

When you're about to lose your life, who has the mind to care about women?!

Since I can't have her, I'll send her to hell! Throwing this bitch to the monsters will save my own life!

"Patty! It's all because of you! If you hadn't shot that monster, how would it have targeted us?! How would we have ended up like this?"

"Kevin died because of you too!"

"Get down! Get down now! Don't drag us down with you!"

Scott roared and reached out to drag Patty away.

Patty looked at her classmates, who were both familiar and unfamiliar, as if she were meeting them for the first time.

She found it hard to believe that Mikey, who was usually so cheerful and talkative with her, could say such a thing.

"Don't touch me."

Patty slapped Scott's hand away, her chest heaving as she tried to calm herself.

She knew that even if she went down, the monster wouldn't let anyone go, but rather than die with these two scumbags, she would rather face the monster alone.

At least that way one could die with some dignity.

Patty didn't look at the two of them again and silently walked towards the car door.

Seeing this, Mikey felt a pang of guilt, but she had no choice but to do this in order to survive.

The cannibal greedily licked the glass, watching Patty get out of the car.

Just then.

"Buzz—"

Two beams of light suddenly shot out from the road opposite the RV, attracting the attention of the cannibal and the people inside the vehicle.