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Chapter 33: The Model Worker (2/2)

Colson, who had been watching the other partys actions, saw the other party staring straight ahead in one direction, and his face changed.

Damn it, thats the Kent familys tent!

Coleson cursed lowly, his face changing violently.

If it werent for him, this family wouldnt be here, and if they were in danger, hed never forgive himself in his life!

Thinking of this, Coleson bucked the flow of people running away and chased after Jason.

Millie watched the scene, shouted, gritted her teeth and chased after him.

Meanwhile, Mikes family

Dad, its so noisy out there

Eric muttered, turning around and hugging Charles, who was beside him, who turned around in a daze and almost whooped.

Only when they were sleeping could they see such a harmonious scene.

Clark sat up, listened sideways, blushed slightly, looked at Mike and said, Dad, people are fleeing outside, it seems to be killing people.

Mike answered softly, stroked Clarks head and said, Dont be afraid.

Clark nodded and continued, I heard someone yell for Jason, saying he was the legendary killer.

Jason

The corners of Mikes mouth twitched.

He should have thought of that!

The crystal-like lake, Crystal Lake, was renamed Greenfield after what happened here with Jasons killing.

Snap!

Mike slapped the side of his head.

If he hadnt recognized Colesons words, he must have suspected that the other party had dragged himself here on purpose.

A quick thought flashed through his head, and Mike pulled open the tent, his heart mobilizing violently, his eyes narrowing as he saw the figure running wildly toward them, in the darkness of the night.

Clark, dont come out, leave it to me.

Mike turned and smiled, pulling up the tent at Clarks worried gaze.

Whoosh!

Jason threw the machete in his hand at Mike, who had his back turned.

No!

Colson, who was chasing after Jason, shouted as if he had seen Mike impaled by the machete.

But

Mike, however, as if he had eyes behind him, turned slightly sideways, accurately grabbed the hilt of the flying machete, and then turned back and threw it at Jason.

Bared!

The machete shot Jason in the chest with a harsh whistle, causing the rushing Jason to stumble on his feet, take several steps backward, and fall to the ground.

Colesons eyes widened as he looked at Mike incredulously.

Yeah!

Millie, who was right behind him, let out a cry of horror and reached out to point at Jason.

Only to see Jason, who was lying on the ground, stood up, grabbed the knife handle with both hands, and pulled the knife out of his chest a little.

The sound of flesh and blood rubbing against metal was unusually harsh, giving Coleson and Millie goose bumps, but Jason, as the person in question, did not let out even a little scream of pain.

Tick, tick..

Blood dripped down the blade of the machete.

There was an unusually overwhelming sense of horror.

Coleson and Millie watched the scene in horror.

Mike sighed.

I knew that this model killer, the old cadre of Crystal Lake, did not die so easily.

However, for him, this level of words, is not enough ah.

Mike step towards Jason, a few steps later, has become the momentum of the burst charge.

Jason waved his knife at Mike, Mikes body turned, after lightly dodging, a flash of light emerged in his hand, a dagger instantly materialized, with his swinging arm, thrust into the back of Jasons neck.

Jasons body stiffened, and Mike casually manifested another dagger, plunging into the heart of the opponent.

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