DipNovel Chapter 246 Cannibalism Isn't Illegal
Chapter 246 Cannibalism Isn't Illegal
Chapter 246 Eating people isn't illegal (5k)
"Hanging up human heads?"
As Nicholas recounted the story, Eugene put down his crossed legs in the Cadillac and said with a wicked grin.
"It sounds a bit like the methods used by Mexicans. Mexican gangs are quite common in Texas, and you can see them from time to time."
"Since there are human heads, the reconnaissance can continue. A place where human heads are hung must serve as a visual deterrent. I think the area near the human heads must be a route leading to their camp."
"I hope there are as many of them as possible, hehe, otherwise, my guns won't be able to get enough to eat so easily."
"It's been so long since I've shot a living person; I've almost forgotten what it looks like to see fresh blood gushing from a chest."
"Boss, should we drive there, or get out and sneak over?"
At this point, Eugene looked over at Gavin.
Gavin looked at the map and began to judge the distance, lost in thought.
Outside the car window, Lucien, who was waiting, frowned and couldn't help but knock on the window.
"Boss Gavin, we've already spotted them, so what are we waiting for? Let's charge!"
"If it gets any later, who knows what kind of stupid things Margaret will be done to her. That woman is quite pretty, Mazefak."
As he spoke, Lucien shook his head regretfully, then waved to the two cars behind him, signaling them to come closer.
Gavin then took out a walkie-talkie from the map and asked Nicholas a question.
"Nicholas, continue reconnaissance and try to find out the exact location of the enemy camp and their exact number of troops."
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"Understood, I'll try my best, but we can't descend too much because the weather is getting clearer and the clouds are thinning!"
As noon approached, the sky indeed grew brighter and brighter, and the few clouds that were already there were now almost completely clear and blue.
Nicholas's statement is understandable.
Gavin nodded in response.
"Observe carefully, act quickly, and I await your reply."
"Roger that, boss."
On the plane, after responding, Nicholas continued to look towards the location of the frosted apples.
Beside him, Paul glanced around a few times through his binoculars before fixing his gaze on a slightly larger building.
He looked at it carefully for a moment, then patted Nicholas on the shoulder.
"Nicholas, look to the northwest of that head, about 300 meters away, isn't there a Christmas tree?"
"A Christmas tree?"
Upon hearing this, Nicholas changed his perspective and quickly saw the enormous building composed of at least sixty corpses!
Wow!
After witnessing firsthand the numerous corpses, pierced and connected from under the armpits and hung high on scaffolds, their arms outstretched and their skin torn open to resemble a Christmas tree, Nicholas gasped in horror.
"It really is a Christmas tree!"
He said with lingering fear.
"This is even bigger than voodoo. This is the first time I've ever seen such a huge Christmas tree. The last time I saw one was at a farmer's house in Utah."
"Moreover, the corpses on it seem to be moving. Oh, right, they must have made this Christmas tree out of zombies. Otherwise, where would they have found sixty or seventy living people?"
"But I have to admit, this was fucking amazing! Damn, I'm almost itching to unleash a hellfire on them!"
"Stop fooling around!"
Upon hearing Nicholas's words, Sean gently reprimanded him.
"We're here to rescue people—more than a dozen women, and most of them are high school girls!"
"One strike of Hellfire might wipe out the enemy, but I doubt many of the women will survive."
"Can you guess if one of the women we rescued today will be your future wife?"
At this point, Sean changed the plane's direction and lowered the distance slightly, continuing to track the Christmas tree.
This time, in less than ten seconds, Nicholas slapped his leg again.
"We've found them!"
Nicholas looked at the ground and said.
"About 400 meters east of the Christmas tree, there is a two-story resort building, and there are remnants of a bonfire in the courtyard of that building."
"Although there was no smoke rising from this house, more than one window had its curtains open. Besides the blood-stained words on the window, I could vaguely see human figures, but I couldn't make them out clearly!"
At this point, Nicholas picked up the walkie-talkie.
Paul nodded to him, indicating that Nicholas could report directly to Gavin.
A moment later, near the Cadillac on the ground.
Just as Lucien was impatiently peering out of the car, Nicholas's voice suddenly came through the walkie-talkie.
"Boss Gavin, this is Nicholas. I've located what appears to be a Voodoo Cult survivor camp."
"From your current position, if you avoid Thorncliff Town and successfully travel 4.2 kilometers, you can see the sugar apples I mentioned earlier by the roadside."
"About 300 meters northwest of the location of the dead man's head, there's a giant Christmas tree, two stories high—yes, a Christmas tree made of zombies with torn skin!"
"And just northeast of that Christmas tree, after passing through a short section of cliff road, you can see a two-story resort built in the hillside area."
"The resort has 46 windows across two floors, about a third of which have blood-red patterns on them. In two of the rooms, you can see figures moving around, but the exact number is unknown because no one left the room."
"receive!"
Upon hearing this, Gavin nodded and said.
"I understand. You guys increase your altitude and wait for us to get closer. I think we should consider approaching them on foot next!"
"Okay, boss, walking is a good option. These survivor camps like to use heads and corpses as decorations; even if they planted a hundred landmines along the way, I'd think it would be perfectly reasonable!"
Nicholas agreed and then hung up the phone.
After the walkie-talkie stopped, Martin licked his lips, loaded his rifle, looked out the car window, and asked.
"Boss, are we getting out of the car and walking right away?"
"No need. I've looked at the terrain ahead, and I feel that it's still safe to proceed for about 800 meters further."
While Gavin was answering Martin, he suddenly thought of something and then continued to speak to Martin with amusement.
"Wait a minute, why the hell should I give advice to a hunting master like you? Shouldn't you know better than me how to hunt the next prey?!"
"Haha, that's right. So, boss, I suggest we drive the car to the nearest wall, get out, and follow me off the road. Let's take the forest path to get closer to the cliffside park area, which is surrounded by water on three sides!"
As he finished speaking, Martin pointed to the nearest building, where there was enough shade to cover the three cars.
Gavin then explained the plan to Lucien, and the three cars were parked in the shadows.
A moment later, Gavin got out of the car, and Lucien and his men came over.
There were a total of fourteen people in total. Each of the two cars that Lucien brought was filled with five people, making a total of fourteen.
Gavin glanced at it and waved to Lucien.
"Lucian, leave two guys here driving!"
"Is it okay? Will we have enough people? I heard on your walkie-talkies that those guys seem pretty aggressive!"
Lucien frowned and asked Gavin, who smiled and continued to wave his hand.
"If they have thirty or fifty people, then sending two more of us won't make much difference. Besides, just based on the fact that they didn't send enough people to Margaret's camp, I have reason to believe that they don't have many manpower."
"Anyway, leave two people to watch the car and wait for our news, and send a car to pick us up if needed!"
"Although there is at least one Iveco van at the target camp, its condition and the number of people at the camp are unknown. We need two vehicles to maintain mobility!"
At this point, Gavin took the walkie-talkie from his waist and casually tossed it to Lucien.
Lucien instinctively caught the walkie-talkie and then tossed it to Chandson.
"Chanderson, did you hear what Boss Gavin said? Take some men and keep an eye on our car!"
"Fine, damn it, I don't like this job, but I don't want to anger the Lord of Ravens!"
Chandson took the walkie-talkie sullenly, picked a guy, and went back to the vicinity of the car.
He knew he couldn't avoid this task; after all, it's always good to have someone reliable watching over your backup plan.
Lucien's camp hasn't been established for very long, and the level of trust among its members isn't very high. Moreover, Lucien's influence is far less than Gavin's, so there's no guarantee that he can consistently suppress every member.
Therefore, his younger brother naturally had to look out for his own escape route or guard the house.
Seeing that the Lucien camp crew had made arrangements, Gavin lit a cigarette and waved to Lucien's group from afar.
"If there are no problems, let's set off immediately. My men will lead the way, you guys follow!"
"No problem, Mr. Gavin, we're on our way!"
Lucien yelled and pounded on his men's chests one by one, then made a strongman gesture and led his men in a couple of shouts.
Then they followed Gavin's steps and walked into the distance.
Leaving the highway and entering the forest, Martin didn't even look at the map. He simply followed the path into the woods, walking through areas with sparse grass to get close to the trees, observing the trails in the distance to continue forward.
Gavin patted Eugene's arm and laughed.
"Take Philip to the back of the line and keep a close eye on him."
"no problem!"
Eugene nodded heavily, then slowed down with Philip.
After chatting with Lucien and the others for a bit, the two of them fell to the back of the line and continued forward with the group.
Looking at the two people dawdling at the back of the line, Lucien curled his lip. Gavin really didn't trust his group, but he really trusted his own people!
There were only four people in total, yet they dared to split up and look after each other.
There were eight of them in total. If they really had any bad intentions, wouldn't the four of them, who were separated into two groups, die even faster?
Just as Lucien was thinking this, Martin at the front of the group happened to slow down and start observing something.
As Martin slowed down, Gavin glanced back.
With just a glance, he happened to look at Lucien, whose eyes were meeting those of the two crows.
"Hiss!"
At that moment, Lucien took a deep breath and then quickly shook his head.
"Fuck, this is really weird!"
He said to himself.
Gavin, after judging the distance, glanced at Lucien's men behind him, who were smoking cigarettes, and then spoke.
"Guys, this is the last cigarette. After your last cigarette is extinguished, no one is to be allowed another one!"
"And also, once we get close to their camp, don't fucking fight like idiots!"
"Although I'm not your leader, I don't want to inhumanely use you as punching bags."
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"If possible, you'd better not let me see any of you die today!"
At this point, Gavin casually punched the guy closest to him on the shoulder.
After a moment of surprise, the men around him, laughing and joking, pulled out tobacco and wine jugs.
Since Gavin said this was their last cigarette, then of course they had to finish it!
Smoke billowed up, and Gavin shook his head in annoyance, looking in Martin's direction.
Martin glanced back at the billowing smoke, spat dismissively, and then waved to Gavin.
After Gavin came to his side, Martin pointed to two trees to the west of the two of them and said softly.
"Boss, did you see that animal trap over there?"
"I saw them, two of them, right under those two trees!"
Gavin nodded in response, while Martin shook his head in annoyance and said...
"Stop fooling around, boss, you still need to practice your hunting skills!"
"There are seven animal traps over there. Only two were deliberately placed in a conspicuous spot near the tree roots; the rest are all within a six-meter radius between the two trees!"
"I looked around and saw a trail between the two trees with footprints of rabbits, beavers, and foxes. So, these traps probably weren't made for people, but for hunting wild animals on the trail."
"By the way, boss, do you know what a beast trail is? Wild animals usually only hunt and drink along paths they know are safe. That path is their beast trail."
"The hunter who set up this formation wasn't confident in his spot selection methods, but rather used sheer numbers to cover up his lack of experience. However, he was also somewhat cautious by nature."
"If I'm not mistaken, there are similar traps on the highway. Boss, you can pay attention to relatively flat areas with open views on the road and see if there are any fishing lines, steel cables, or traces of landmines being dug up."
At this point, Martin pursed his lips and led his team away from the area with the animal traps.
As the group passed the area of animal traps, they all looked at the traps, but none of them managed to find exactly seven like Martin.
After passing the animal trap, the group approached a small river, one of the tributaries of the water system that connects to the nearby lakes.
Martin looked at the footprints by the water and smiled at Gavin.
"Boss, there are probably no more than ten of them, because there are only two different footprints at the water point, and one of them is very new. Usually, only one person goes back and forth to fetch water, and this person doesn't know how to cover up the footprints."
"Resorts in the cliff area may have water supply, but the cost of using groundwater in the cliff area is generally higher. Most hillside resorts are only connected to the city's water supply system, which will not restore water supply when the area's power is restored."
"So, judging from the water collection marks, they still need to collect natural water to survive. Even if they don't use it for drinking, they can use it for washing."
"In addition, there is a certain amount of rotten fat in the bay near the water collection point. That fat—more like human fat than animal fat—seems as if they had dumped human fragments into the river, but the amount doesn't match up."
"I guess they got bits of fat on their clothes and washed them in the river, leaving some scraps of fat at the bend in the river."
"Let me see. Hmm, there are a few deep footprints, and two stones show minor signs of chemical corrosion. There aren't many of them washing clothes; at most two people at a time, so the total number shouldn't exceed ten!"
At this point, Martin licked his lips excitedly.
After being at Camp Gavin for so many days, he finally had a chance to fully utilize his hobbies and talents!
Although the current tracking mission is not interesting at all, it is child's play compared to the albino elk he used to track in the Canadian snowfields.
After all, back then, I had to track the rare albino deer from the footprints of thousands of deer within a range of tens of kilometers!
But no matter what, I at least had a little bit of fun.
Thinking of this, Martin couldn't help but grin, then moved away from the rapids and chose a relatively narrow and calm area to cross the river.
Gavin didn't like the feeling of his feet in the river, even though his high-top boots were completely soaked, but the others didn't seem to care much.
Texas is a state with relatively abundant fishing and hunting activities, and most young people in the rural areas here enjoy fishing and hunting in the rivers, and trekking through mountains and rivers is nothing unusual for them.
After all, only the chaotic environment of the city can easily breed a fat otaku who can't even walk.
In rural Texas, chopping wood and tending the stove are the only tasks that can keep people physically active in order to live a normal life.
Not to mention that most of them are still working as cowboys on various farms.
There are nearly 240,000 private farms in Texas!
It's easy to imagine how many Texas cowboys there are throughout Texas!
The popularity of a state with millions of cowboys is no joke.
After crossing the river, the group avoided the road and continued along the route led by Martin.
After walking for more than ten minutes, Gavin finally spotted a lone figure standing guard in the distance.
The man was hiding not far from the sugar-coated apples, under a large tree. From the helicopter, the view couldn't reach the guards several kilometers away through the tree canopy.
After spotting the figure, Martin raised his hand to stop the nearby teams, then turned around and took out his heavy crossbow.
"Boss, I'm pretty sure there's only one person watching, so if there's no problem, I'll just take him out!"
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"Okay, you can decide."
Gavin patted his bulletproof vest, carefully hid to the side, and gestured for Martin to decide for himself.
At the back of the line, Eugene glanced at the figure, then looked regretfully at the TAC50 sniper rifle on his back.
Because the TAC50 fires supersonic bullets, there is absolutely no possibility of it being silenced.
Even if a silencer can eliminate the cavity sound of a fire explosion, it cannot eliminate the sonic boom of a bullet fired at supersonic speed.
The enemy can still detect the direction from which the bullets are coming.
So Eugene watched helplessly as Martin raised his heavy crossbow and, at a distance of nearly 140 meters from the sugar apple, aimed at the guard dozing under the tree.
collapse!
Whoosh!
After a soft whistling sound, a crossbow bolt lodged in the head of a distant guard, who fell to the ground instantly.
Martin then put away his heavy crossbow, beckoned to Gavin, and said...
"All done, boss, let's continue!"
Following Martin's lead, the group walked behind one large tree after another, avoiding the view from the cliff as much as possible, until they reached the area near the hanging sugar-coated apples.
Looking at the sugar-coated apples hanging there, one of Lucien's guys licked his lips regretfully.
"Tch, they just hold the head in their mouths and don't eat it, what a waste!"
"Ugh, shit! Who would eat this rubbish?!"
Lucien muttered a curse at his subordinate, who waved his hand sheepishly.
"I was just saying, Lucien. Besides, cannibalism isn't illegal."
That's true, after all, only Idaho has a state in the United States where cannibalism is illegal.
Other states do not have corresponding laws prohibiting cannibalism.