Crystal Lake Teen Murder Incident

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[The host has come into contact with the story character Jason Voorhees, triggering Lottery Draw. Would you like to draw now?]

"It's too obvious. I know he's Great Cleaver Jason without you even having to tell me." The image of the Hockey Mask was deeply ingrained in his mind, and Russell recognized him the moment Jason appeared with his knife.

However, the system notification wasn't entirely useless. It revealed to Russell that Jason's surname was Voorhees, and the Magic Book he had just obtained was actually called the Vohrs Manuscript.

The person who wrote the manuscript shares the same surname as Jason. With a little thought, one can guess who the author is: Jason's Witch mother, who resurrected the drowned boy Jason and created this invincible, Bloodlust demon king.

The Crystal Lake Teen Murder Case!

It's a long film series, with each installment revolving around how Jason kills. I watched two of them while Russell was recharging. My impression was so-so. I don't care about the plot because there isn't one at all. Like most America horror films, blood and gore take up most of the screen time.

The takeaway was gaining a general understanding of Jason: Immortal Body, has keen senses, is incredibly strong, and is skilled in using various melee weapons, especially machetes.

After analyzing Jason's approximate abilities, Russell initially assessed him as stronger than Michael. However, judging from Jason's clean and efficient defeat of Jennifer, his strength was far greater than Russell had anticipated.

But even the strongest are still just mortals, and can't stop bullets!

Russell drew his Desert Eagle and swiftly fired a shot to the head, the bullet hitting the Hockey Mask squarely in the eye socket. A cloud of blood exploded, Jason swayed twice, and his tall body crashed to the ground.

This young man, standing at 196cm tall and weighing 113kg, would have become a Super Bowl if he hadn't died young.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud...

Russell fired repeatedly at Jason, hitting his limbs, heart, and head, only stopping after emptying a magazine. The Immortal Body was too troublesome; he had no better solution for the time being and could only buy time by desecrating the corpse.

Having dealt with Jason, Russell lifted Jennifer's head and pressed it against her neck. The latter instantly recovered and stood up, clutching her neck.

Russell was incredibly envious of Jennifer's extraordinary self-healing ability, and he was thinking of dissecting Jennifer later to see if he could unlock the secret of her Immortal Body.

Jennifer clutched her neck and coughed incessantly. She angrily walked over to Jason and started punching and kicking him. Perhaps finding it ineffective, she opened her blood-red mouth and bit down on Jason's neck.

"Vomit----"

Foul-smelling black blood spurted from the ruptured major artery. Jennifer thought she was drinking something delicious, but it tasted terrible and she turned around and vomited uncontrollably.

"This... this bastard's blood stinks! No, this isn't blood, it's just sewer sludge!" Jennifer rushed into the Chevrolet and grabbed a bottle of mineral water to frantically rinse her mouth.

"Sewage sludge..." Russell's brow twitched. "You mean shit?"

"Puff!!"

Jennifer sprayed the cold water directly into her nose, pounding her chest and coughing violently; she was disgusted.

Russell got into the driver's seat, started the car, and shifted gears. Jennifer hurriedly got in, her face contorted with disgust and revulsion. "I'm serious, that bastard's blood stinks!"

It should smell bad!

Russell nodded secretly. Jason was different from Michael. Michael was a demon, so he could still be considered a living person. Jason, however, was a corpse that had been resurrected, a corpse with a beating heart, and the blood of a corpse would naturally stink.

The Chevrolet continued driving. Jennifer had just eaten a mouthful of sewer sludge, slumped listlessly in the passenger seat.

Suddenly, a dark figure emerged from the bushes and blocked her path. Russell slammed on the brakes, and Jennifer, who wasn't wearing a seatbelt, slammed her forehead against the workbench. She angrily looked up, saw the dark figure blocking her way, and froze in shock.

"What's going on? Wasn't he behind us?"

The dark figure blocking the road was Jason, who should have been lying dead on the ground, but somehow appeared in front of the Chevrolet. The shortest distance between two points is a straight line, so it's not impossible for a pedestrian to overtake a car, but the problem is that the dirt road is a perfect straight line with no curves, making it impossible to explain why Jason was in front of it.

"Interesting. Could this be considered a skill as well?"

Russell became interested, opened the car door and got out, directly activating the lottery triggered by Jason and obtaining a Skill Card.

[Skill Card: Mastery of Cold Weapons (Proficient in all eighteen weapons, your combat skills are virtually flawless)]

A very useful skill that can be used in any world; it would be even more perfect if it were permanent.

Russell put the card aside, raised his Desert Eagle and fired another burst of shots. The loud gunfire continued, but his face looked extremely grim.

Jason took several large-caliber bullets head-on, but only staggered back a few steps. The wounds on his body and forehead healed in an instant, and the deformed Negasonic Teenage Warhead were squeezed out by his muscles.

The Desert Eagle's bullets were no longer effective against him!

"The bullets imbued with Magic Power can only repel it... What kind of setting is this thing..." Russell closed his eyes slightly, threw the two Desert Eagle on the ground, and silently recited the instructions to use the Character Card.

[Host equipped with 'Character Card: Duan Shuiliu', countdown 180 seconds, start time.]

Equipped with the senior brother's Character Card, Russell's spirit and energy suddenly changed, and the power of his limbs and bones was explosively unleashed. He took a step forward, sinking into the ground and leaving a footprint. His leg muscles tensed, and his body was like a cannonball, stirring up a gust of wind. He raised his elbow and pressed it into Jason's chest.

With a cracking sound of ribs breaking, Jason was sent flying backward, landing more than ten meters away.

The eldest brother's Character Card did not disappoint Russell. His physical attributes had improved by leaps and bounds, and his explosive power was astonishing. The eldest brother had no internal energy, magic, or superpowers. His attack and defense relied entirely on the powerful physique he had cultivated over time. He was a genius who had honed every part of his body into a deadly weapon.

Jason staggered to his feet, and facing Russell who was hurtling towards him like a hurricane, he raised his sword high and brought it down heavily.

The Blade pressed down, and the air suddenly felt heavy; the force was immense, possibly even greater than that of the Duan Shuiliu.

You can't take that knife head-on!

Russell twisted his ankle, dodged the heavy blow, slid behind Jason, wrapped his arms around his waist, and forcefully executed a bridge maneuver, lifting Jason off the ground and slamming the back of his head against the earth.

Jason froze, the impact quite severe. Russell seized the opportunity to grab Jason's wrist, which was holding the knife, but found that Jason's Five Fingers were like cast iron, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't take the Great Cleaver from Jason's hand.

Seeing that Jason was showing signs of recovery, Russell did not hesitate any longer. He grabbed Jason's arm, twisted it behind his back facing the ground, and kicked him in the elbow joint.

A crisp sound!

Jason's arm was bent backwards, and Russell pried open his fingers, gripping the large knife tightly in his hand.

With a horizontal slash, Russell severed Jason's bent arm at the elbow. A glint of light flashed in his eyes, and in a flash of sword light, he cut off all four of Jason's limbs. Then, holding the long sword upside down, he thrust it down with both hands, piercing Jason's back and pinning him to the ground.

Jason is Immortal Body, so this injury can only temporarily prolong his recovery time. Russell quickly ran back to the Chevrolet, picked up the Desert Eagle Celestial, and imbued the Blade with Magic Power, slicing through the Ironhide like tofu to drag Michael out of the trunk.

It's impossible to expect two serial killers to fight each other; Russell isn't that naive, and he's more likely to be attacked by both of them.

The Blade pierced Michael's forehead. Russell twisted it vigorously, pulled out the Desert Eagle, and then removed the Blood Sucking Bandage binding the other man.

That's right, Russell plans to wrap bandages around Jason!

Although doing so might hurt Michael's pride—he was being looked down upon as a fellow serial killer— Russell didn't care. Jason was far more dangerous than Michael, and with limited Blood Sucking Bandage, he'd deal with the more dangerous ones first.

After wrapping the bandages tightly, Russell packed Jason into the trunk. Both were nearly 2 meters tall, but Jason was bigger, making the trunk feel even more cramped.

There was no way to fit Michael in there, and it wasn't safe to put him in the back seat either. Russell changed the magazine, shot the recovering Michael in the head, and then drove away quickly in the Chevrolet.

Two minutes later, Michael recovered, silently got up from the ground, picked up his Great Cleaver, and walked towards the direction of Mug Town.

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