The two policemen decisively dropped their guns.
Luke hadn't been holding a gun when it was two against one just now, and they had both been killed instantly.
Now that they had been shot in the abdomen and thigh, and the enemy's gun was aimed at their heads, they would be idiots if they tried to resist.
Besides, Luke was a police officer. He wouldn't kill random police officers like them, would he?
As long as they didn't die here, they had a thousand ways to get away with attacking Luke.
After all, Luke didn't have a uniform or a badge.
This wasn't Houston, but Wolfkyle, which was their territory.
Luke didn't waste time talking to them. He simply took out their handcuffs and handcuffed them to their respective cars.
Naturally, they were handcuffed to the handcuff on the passenger side, and the other hand was left for them to cover their wounds.
Luke wouldn't be surprised if they could pull off the handcuff even though they were wounded.
What? They couldn't cover two wounds with one hand? Then they could just extend their fingers and see if they could cover two bullet holes at the same time.
If they couldn't, they could die.
Naturally, he didn't leave the car keys in the car. He simply threw them into the woods.
Everything had happened very quickly just now.
Luke had been on high alert in the first place, and was still suspicious even when he saw the police cars.
However, he did recognize Sheriff Brown, because he had seen the sheriff's photo in the police report.
That was also why he dropped his weapon.
But when they approached him, their hands were still on the guns on their waists.
But if they were really vigilant, they should've aimed their guns at him the moment they got out of the car.
Instead, they had their hands on their guns and were slowly closing in on him. That wasn't right.
Luke had thrown his gun and asked questions to test them. If he hadn't thrown his gun, he would've been at a stalemate with them.
He had also chosen a spot where he could pick up his gun after he rolled over.
When he heard Deputy Sheriff Crewe's reply later, he knew that something was wrong.
This place was fifty kilometers from Wolfkyle, and it would take more than twenty minutes on the highway to get here at night.
He didn't think that the two sheriffs would dare drive a hundred kilometers in the middle of the night.
The highway was still some distance away, which meant that it would take them an hour to get to Wolfkyle after receiving the call.
It had been less than ten minutes since Luke heard the first gunshot.
Are these two sheriffs superhumans? He had flown from Wolfkyle to this wilderness in ten minutes and found this place precisely.
Clearly, there was something wrong with these two sheriffs.
They hadn't pointed their guns at him earlier because they wanted him to put them down so that they could get within ten meters of him and kill him.
What they didn't know was that Luke had thrown down the gun to lure them out.
After dealing with the two ill-intentioned sheriffs, Luke picked up the satellite phone.
He dialed Thomas's number and was answered almost instantly.
He said, "Chief, two policemen came just now. They claimed to be Sheriff Brownyork and Deputy Sheriff Crewe of Wolfkyle. They shot me immediately after I showed my identity and dropped my weapon. I suspect that they are related to the kidnappers and are here to silence them. "
Thomas: "What?" He didn't even know what to say.
This Luke looked like a sunny and friendly guy. Why did he always run into such bad luck?
Thomas said without hesitation, "I'll explain it to the detectives and FBI agents who went to reinforce you. You didn't kill them, did you?" It would be really troublesome if he did.
Luke said, "No, I only wounded them. Chief. I still have to find Selina. She's still hiding in the woods. "
Thomas said, "… Be careful."
Luke hung up and checked the wound on his left arm.
It wasn't a big problem. The bullet had pierced through the muscle, but the bullet hadn't stayed in the body.
He wrapped the wound tightly with the bandages that he had found in his pickup truck. That was all he could do for now.
As he treated the wound, he picked up the pistols that he had thrown away and ran into the woods.
The sheriff and the deputy sheriff were at a loss. What was going on? We almost killed you, and you're leaving just like that?
Luke ran faster and faster.
This time, he was alone, and it only took him two minutes to reach the underground pit where Selina was.
After calling Selina's name twice, he craned his neck to take a look.
He didn't want Selina to blow up his head with the spear.
But when he craned his head, his face darkened.
Selina was gone.
At the same time, he smelled a familiar odor.
Frowning, he scanned the area, and finally saw a pool of black and red liquid at the edge of the pit.
It was exactly the same as the liquid on the host's side on the other side of the lake. The stench, in particular, was too unique.
With a gloomy face, Luke pulled off the night vision goggles that he hadn't put on and quickly followed the black and red liquid.
After running for a hundred meters, he saw a long stick, which was the spear that he had left for Selina.
The spear was attached to a rope, and a bolt on the rope was covered in the black and red liquid. It smelled exactly like the liquid he had seen earlier.
Not far away from the spear, there was a hole that led downward.
Luke glanced around and soon found a rag and a shoe at the entrance of the hole.
The rag was a piece of the T-shirt that he had wrapped Selina's feet with, and the shoe was the one that he had taken off someone else's feet and put on Selina's feet.
Taking a deep breath, Luke put the shoe on the right side of the hole, then took out the Beretta and crawled into the narrow, dark hole.
The hole was so narrow that Luke couldn't even crouch down. He could only crawl.
After crawling down for ten meters, the terrain changed, and a slightly wider hole appeared in front of him.
Luke slowed down and listened carefully to what was going on inside.
There was no sound.
He slowly crawled out of the tunnel and narrowed his eyes as he observed the place.
He wasn't a geologist, and couldn't tell what kind of terrain he was in, but it looked like a cave or a crack.
The good news was that nothing was ambushing him here.
The bad news was that there was nothing here, including Selina's.
Crouching, Luke held the spear in his right hand and drew the machete in his left. The matt blade blended in with the darkness of the cave.
He used his left hand, which was holding the kukri knife in a reverse grip, to support his right hand that was holding the gun. The gun was close to his face, forming a straight line with his right eye. His feet moved quickly and carefully.
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