Chapter 456

Morris Dwan lowered his voice, a hint of surprise in his tone, “Really?”

“Yes.”

“Where did you find it? Was it the area I pointed out to you?”

“No.”

“Don’t mention that place, I was followed and injured, it was hard to shake off the other party.”

“Is the injury serious?”

“Yes, I need treatment.”

“Who followed you?”

“I’m not sure, the other guy drove a blue pickup truck with a black hood and he cut me with a machete.”

“And where did you find the treasure?”

“I didn’t look too long in the area you mentioned because I was being followed, I went into the next area and found a balancing stone at the bottom of the canyon next to a crescent shaped fissure, and at the corner of the fissure there was a pile of rocks, and in the pile of rocks I found the chest for the treasure.

Mollis, there’s some good stuff in the chest, we’re rich!”

Morris Davan waved his fist vigorously, “Great, our efforts are not in vain after all, where are you now?”

“Right at the rendezvous point we talked about, do you want to come over and meet me?”

“Like I said, those assholes are starting to suspect me, they took away the keys to the motorcycle.”

“So what are you going to do, if they detain you, want to share some of the treasure?”

Morris Dwan sighed, “How much are you going to share with them?”

“I’m okay with it if I only give them 1/5th.”

Morris D’Avan thought for a while and said, “People are insatiable, they may not accept this distribution plan.

In this case you will come from the rendezvous point, along the south shore from east to west, and pick me up.

I will find a way to run out.”

“Can you walk on your feet?”

“Yes, but it might aggravate the foot injury, but it’s nothing compared to the treasure, it’s just a shame about my motorcycle, it’s been with me for years.”

“Oh come on? Forget about that piece of shit bike, there’s enough treasure to buy hundreds of them.”

“You’re right.” Maurice Davan made up his mind.

The night grew quieter and quieter.

Mollis Dhawan felt time slowing down as he kept watching the movement of the caravan through the cracks in the window.

No sounds could be heard and no figures could be seen walking past the windows.

He had a feeling that the two men had probably fallen asleep.

But thinking of Luke’s determination today, bound to be on his guard, he decided to wait.

Morris Dwan was an old hunter, and the most important thing about being a hunter was having patience.

Morris D’Avan took advantage of this time to also squint for a while to refresh himself.

As the time came to the latter part of the night, Morris Dhawan snapped his eyes open and once again watched in the direction of the RV.

He watched for about ten minutes, and the RV still hadn’t moved.

It was after three in the morning, and the time when people were most likely to get sleepy, and even if Luke had suspicions about himself, this was the time to let his guard down.

Mollis D’Avan took out his walkie-talkie and contacted Grey Roach, asking her to meet him halfway.

Mollis D’Avan grabbed his belongings and shotgun and climbed out in the opposite direction of the RV.

Still riveted with caution because he was worried that Luke was still on the stakeout, Mollis D’Avan crawled forward for some time before slowly getting to his feet and limping forward.

He walked faster and faster on his crutches, as if he saw hope ahead.

After walking forward for a while, he didn’t hear the familiar sound of the partial three-wheeled motorcycle, and knowing that Luke didn’t follow him, he was relieved, and the speed of his footsteps slowed down.

His injured foot was already vaguely aching.

He walked forward for about ten minutes.

Not far ahead there was a fire.

He sat on the ground and observed with binoculars that there was a motorcycle parked next to the fire.

It was Grey Roach’s bike.

Next to it sat a woman’s figure, which by the shape of her body should be Grey Roach.

Maurice Dwan put away his binoculars and slowly walked forward.

“Grey.” Morris Dhawan called out in a small voice, the other party did not answer.

Morris D’Avan frowned slightly and walked up and tapped Grey Roach on the shoulder, who fell to the ground in a heap.

Morris Dhawan fixed his eyes on Grey Roach, her face was already lifeless, her chest was covered in blood, her chest cavity had been cut open, although it was hard to see, Morris Dhawan felt that her internal organs were also missing.

“Fuck.”

Morris D’Avan’s mind reeled and he felt a chill run down his spine behind him.

He vaguely heard footsteps, someone behind him.

He grabbed the shotgun on his back and jerked around.

There was an “ah” sound.

Maurice Davan felt a sharp pain in his right arm.

A machete had cut his right arm right off.

The murderer was a person wearing a hood, looking at the body type like a man, he just hid behind the big rock next to him, when Morris Dhawan was checking out the body, he quietly walked to Morris Dhawan’s back.

The arm fell to the ground, and so did the shotgun.

Morris Dhawan was in pain, but at that moment he had no time to think about the broken arm, because the man who had committed the murder wanted more than just his arm, he might even take his life.

He wanted to fight back, but he no longer had a weapon at hand and his hand was broken, so he could only run now, but he had a wound on his foot and his elbow kept bleeding.

In this situation, he didn’t think he could outrun his opponent.

“Haha ……” The hooded man let out a burst of laughter as he took out a golden pocket watch from his coat pocket.

“Old man, do you want to play a game?

I’ll give you one minute to run away or look for any weapon other than a shotgun, and after one minute, I’ll look for you.

Once I find you, you will be dismantled.

The clock starts.”

Morris Dwan knew he was teasing, but he was in no shape to fight at this point.

His first instinct was to run to the RV campground.

The man with the machete stopped him in his tracks, “Not in this direction, I know what you want? But I don’t want to alarm those people for now.

They’re my prey for tomorrow or the day after, and what’s the point of catching everyone at once? Can you understand that feeling?”

“You fucking pervert.”

Morris D’Avan cursed and turned to run forward, but he was very weak with a wound on his foot and his arm bleeding all the time.

He knew for sure he wouldn’t be able to run away, he had to do something, even if it meant death, he would make that pervert pay.

“9, 8, 7, 6 ……”

The man in the hood wiped the blood off the machete with Grey-Rocky’s shirt, “Are you ready, old man? I’m coming for you.”

The man in the hood had the machete in his right hand, the shotgun on his back, a revolver on his belt, and a flashlight with him, but he didn’t use it.

He gave chase in the direction in which Maurice Davan had fled, not running very fast, but rhythmically, with one eye glancing around from time to time.

Although he was wearing a hood it was difficult to see his expression, but from his body movements he could sense that he was excited.

The man in the hood ran for a while before stopping and waving his machete with his right hand out of habit: ”I’m coming!

I can hear your rapid breathing and accelerated heartbeat, I know where you are.

You can’t run away, haha ……”

Not far ahead there are a few tall spruce trees, the man in the hood vaguely sees that there seems to be something underneath the trees, he walks closer to check and realizes that half a shoe is exposed behind the tree, the corner of the man in the hood’s mouth rises slightly.

He observed the surroundings, there was no other movement, and took a few more steps forward to stop, looking down at his feet, there were a few freshly dripped blood stains.

Gripping the machete in his right hand tightly, he walked over to that spruce tree and slashed down hard at the shoe, seemingly wanting to cut off the other’s paw.

“Snap!”

The man in the hood had a lot of strength and the machete was sharp, cutting a large gash in the shoe’s upper surface, but there was no blood coming out as expected.

“Fucking asshole!” The man in the hood cursed somewhat angrily as he hurriedly stood up and turned around in a panic to look around.

The back was empty and uncovered, and no one could be seen.

The man in the hood turned around again and looked at the spruce tree in front of him, only the spruce tree could hide someone behind it.

Just the moment he turned back, a person flashed out from behind the spruce tree, it was Morris Dwan whose right hand had been cut off.

“Go to hell!” Morris D’Avan held the dagger in his left hand and plunged it into the abdomen of the man wearing a hood at an extremely fast speed.

“Snort ……”

Instead of the imagined feeling of a sharp blade slicing through flesh, it felt like it was plunged into a rock.

“Do you like my bulletproof vest? Haha.” The man in the hood sneered and swung the machete in his hand, slashing at Morris Dwan’s left hand.

“Pfft ……”

“Ah……”

Morris Dhawan’s left hand was also slashed, but this time it didn’t fall off.

Molis Dawan let out a miserable scream and his dagger fell to the ground.

Both of his hands were injured, and he was completely incapable of resisting, so he couldn’t care about the pain in his body and hurriedly turned around to escape.

The man in the hood just watched silently, taking out the golden pocket watch from his pocket once again, “I like you.

That cut you just made me feel a crisis, it was exciting, you’re a good target.

I want to play with you again, and I hope you surprise me again.

60, 59, 58, 57, 56 ……”

Two minutes ago.

Next to the moped, the black woman’s body remained askew, blood having seeped into the ground around her.

“Ta-da ……” A light footstep sounded, and a young black-haired man walked over.

Luke had been trailing Morris D’Avan, and in order to avoid the other party from realizing it, Luke didn’t follow too closely, but used his binoculars to follow far behind.

Because of the low light, he nearly lost him, plus the shoe print tracking before chasing him here.

He vaguely saw through the binoculars the conflict between Maurice Davan and the man in the hood, but Luke did not appear immediately, he was worried that the man in the hood had accomplices.

It was dark and his vision was poor, if the man in the hood did have an accomplice nearby Luke would probably be in danger of going belly up.

After observing for some time, Luke found no sign of anyone else, which made him walk over.

He walked over to the black woman and saw a cold body with its chest sliced open and a horrible death.

Luke also saw an arm on the ground, and although he didn’t see it very clearly just now, he could roughly guess that the arm should be Morris Dwan’s.

The murderer was a ruthless character!

Cutting off a person’s arm with a knife in the air was not an easy task.

Luke guessed that the murderer either had a deep grudge against the two men, was a pervert, or was trying to grab the treasure.

Another scream came from the distance, it sounded like Morris Dwan’s, it shouldn’t be very far from here.

Luke still didn’t rush over there, checking the shoe prints on the ground, he recognized three people’s shoe prints, including the shoe prints of Mollis Dhawan and the black female victim, and the other man’s shoe prints he had seen before, it was the same one that had appeared in the cave yesterday.

Luke probably had it in his mind that there was no fifth person found at the scene.

Luke continued on his way, determined to meet the murderer.

Not to save Maurice Dwan, but for the treasure.

The probability was that the reason why the treasure hunter would kill was for the treasure, and Luke didn’t want to miss this opportunity.

He checked his carry-on equipment, two pistols and daggers.

Luke glanced to the back, Walker hadn’t arrived yet, he decided not to wait.

Luke held his gun in both hands and walked towards the sound of Morris D’Avan letting out a scream, probably walked a few hundred meters and saw a field of blood, a shoe that had been slashed, but did not see Morris D’Avan’s body.

Luke swept his eyes around to check the shoe prints on the ground and chased after them to his right.

Just then, he heard a man’s voice, “Have you hidden it yet, old man?

You know what? I’ve been thinking about whether to kill you or cut off some part of your body after I find you this time.

You’re such a good prey that I’m kinda sad to kill you.”

Luke crept over to the voice and shouted, “Hey, don’t move!”

“Whoa, is someone else joining the game? But I haven’t invited you yet, that’s rude.”

Luke interrupted him, chortling, “Drop the machete! Raise your top hand!”

The machete in the hooded man’s hand dropped, and his hands slowly rose before he jerked around.

“Bang bang bang!” Luke fired directly, and a bright light shone through the darkness, stinging his eyes a little.

It turned out that the moment the man in the hood turned around, he was shot in the back, and after he turned around, he was shot again in the chest, but he was wearing a bulletproof vest, and was not hurt in any vital way.

The man in the hood also made a counterattack, taking out a flashlight in his left hand and shining it at Luke, preventing the latter from seeing his target for a while.

He then also pulled out the revolver on his waist and launched a counterattack, “Bang bang bang!”

Luke hurriedly flung himself to the ground and rolled a few times, firstly to dodge the bullets, and secondly to avoid the flashlight, which shook his eyes to the point that he would not be able to see his target.

Luke’s movements were so agile that the opponent’s bullets didn’t hit him, Luke used a precision card and shot at the murderer’s right wrist.

“Bang Bang!” Two consecutive shots were fired, one shot missed and one shot just hit the opponent’s wrist.

“Ah!” The man in the hood let out a miserable scream, and the gun in his hand fell to the ground.

The man in the hood crouched down and went to pick up the gun with his left hand, Luke fired again, “Bang Bang!” Two more shots were fired, hitting the man in the hood’s left wrist!

“Ah!” The man in the hood let out a hiss, not sure if it was from pain or anger.

Luke stood up, patted the dust on his body, and used up another precision card, he must find the treasure, or he would lose a lot of money.

Luckily, Luke’s body was athletic, plus the light was dim, the bullets shot by the man in the hood did not hit him, otherwise he would have to consume another bullet avoidance card, that would be a real loss.

Luke walked over and kicked the revolver away, removing his hood.

Underneath the hood was a white man in his mid-forties, with a scar just below his left cheek, which combined with the angry expression on his face looked a bit hideous.

Luke stared at the other man, his eyes falling on the bulletproof vest, “You actually have steel plates inserted, what a pervert.”

Ever since he had the bulletproof card, Luke didn’t really like wearing bulletproof vests for complicated reasons.

First of all, there are many types of bulletproof vests, the most common bulletproof vests have average protection, they can only protect against pistol bullets, not daggers and rifles, the advantage is that they are lightweight.

Another is inserted steel plate or ceramic body armor, this bulletproof ability will be much better, but after being hit by a rifle will be just as difficult, and to a certain extent will affect the body flexibility.

Just like Luke just did, if he wore a bulletproof vest with steel plates inserted, his body would not be as flexible and he would probably not be able to dodge the shots of the man wearing a hood.

And the body armor could only protect against the vitals of the body, other places were just as likely to be injured.

Of course, for ordinary people, it was definitely safer to wear bulletproof vests.

“What’s your name?”

Although the white man was injured, he still didn’t give in, “Go to hell!”

Luke kicked him down, searched him, and fished out a golden pocket watch from his coat pocket, the vintage style and workmanship gave him a sense of déjà vu, and

“Sure enough, you stole my treasure!”