When George saw Daniel in front of him, he did not breathe a sigh of relief. Instead, he felt an invisible fear and oppression. It was as if he was facing some kind of predator. On the other hand, Daniel looked calm, as if George was nothing special about him. In the dim light, George could not see a hint of hidden mockery on his calm face.

However, after years of police career, George's psychological quality was still OK. He did not make any extreme moves. He lowered the pistol in his hand calmly. This was a relatively kind action. Generally, it could weaken the opponent's vigilance. However, his fingers were always on the trigger and ready to shoot at any time.

"Hey, Daniel. Look, I was going to come over to have a drink for you. But when your light went out, I thought you were asleep. I didn't bother you. Why? I went to bed so early?"

Daniel looked at George quietly without saying a word. There was a kind of suppressed emotion in his eyes, brewing. George could even feel that it was a kind of primitive fire of desire, a flame of desire for killing and chaos. But in the end, the flame disappeared. Daniel was still the same Daniel, but the sense of oppression became stronger.

"I didn't sleep, but the lights were broken. Come to the house, I still have a bottle of whiskey here. We can have a drink at home."

"......The relationship is good, but I said you. You should have a light in the yard. I almost tripped just now." George responded without changing his face. At the same time, holding the gun's hand tightened a little. He subconsciously wanted to refuse. But in that kind of situation, it was too deliberate to refuse directly. It might trigger a positive conflict in an instant. This was exactly what George tried hard to avoid.

The moment Daniel appeared, George almost confirmed his guess. Daniel had absolutely problems. They were two old friends for more than ten years. In the short exchange just now, Daniel was not right in all aspects. Although there was no flaw in answering, all the details showed that he was no longer Daniel. He did not need any other evidence. Just like a bank staff member contacted real coins every day. If one day he got a counterfeit coins, he would not need any other conditions. As long as they were in hand, they would naturally feel uncomfortable. That was an instinctive warning.

Looking at Daniel leading the way, George subconsciously raised his hand. He knew that the most decisive choice was to knock Daniel down from behind and then quickly escape. However, George now has lost the decisiveness and ruthlessness he was when he was young. Facing his old friend, the trace of luck in his heart made him hesitate. The hand holding the gun was soaked in sweat, which was not a good phenomenon. Moreover, as the door got closer, George's hand even began to tremble nervously. His intuition told him that if he entered the door, he might not be able to get out.

And just as the two walked to the door, George's phone rang.

This was a god-given opportunity. George took a deep breath, took a step back and answered the phone, and didn't care what the other person said, he just dealt with it.

"Okay, I'll go there right away." While making the phone call, George said apologetically to Daniel.

"It's really a coincidence that something happened at home. The water pipe broke. I need to go back and deal with the call from my neighbor. It seems that I can only drink it another day. Keep the wine for me."

Daniel didn't say anything, just watched George walk out quietly. Then he turned into the house. George breathed a sigh of relief and walked out quickly. The atmosphere on the farm was so weird that he was about to go crazy. However, just as he was passing by the cattle shed, a gunshot came from behind.

George only felt a huge impact force, hitting the right side of his abdomen. Immediately afterwards, burning and severe pain hit him. The impact force hit him. But George still made the most correct response in this situation. He did not stop at all, and rolled on the spot with the impact force. Another gunshot came, but failed to hit the rolling Dan George. The bullet hit the soil under George. At this time, George had already flashed to the back of the fence. The fence, separated by a layer of forage several meters thick, could perfectly hide his figure.

George pulled out his pistol, but he didn't even look at it, and just shot twice. He felt that the other party had dodged, so he calmed down to check his wounds. The large-caliber hunting rifle hitting the human body at close range was definitely a nightmare.

George felt a piece of his abdomen was torn off. He could even touch the broken intestines and liquid food. George knew very well that this level of injury. If he had notified the ambulance now and waited for rescue, there would be hope. But this was impossible. Daniel was holding a hunting rifle in his hand and slowly approached him. Any flaws he had, the other party would shoot himself without hesitation.

"Sorry, the officer. The lights in my yard were broken. I saw a man holding a weapon approaching my fence. It was dark and I couldn't see who it was. For the sake of insurance, I decided to shoot a shot and scare the other party. But I didn't expect the gun to go off fire and I shot him with one shot. And the other party turned out to be George. He was my best friend. Oh my God, I couldn't believe that I actually killed him.

He must have seen my light not on, thinking something happened to me, so he wanted to come and check it out. Because the lights here are going to go out very late. At this time, I usually patrol the farm. He might want to come and have a drink, but... Oh my God, how do I tell you like Mike? He will come to see his father every month. Oh my God..."

A strange monologue rang in George's ears, and the vivid feeling was really like what the monologue said. Daniel killed George by chance and confessed to the police. Whether it was tone, tone, or scene simulation, it gave people a perfect immersive feeling.

And the more this happens, George is getting colder all over. He can no longer tell whether it is because of excessive blood loss and feeling cold or the strange atmosphere. He tries to contact the outside world with his mobile phone. But there is no doubt that the mobile phone has no signal at all.

"Damn it, the law in the horror movie actually took effect at this time." George threw away his phone and shot him again with his backhand. He felt the other party's movements listen. He also coughed violently. What followed was a severe pain in his abdomen. He couldn't help but gasp and let out a painful growl in his mouth.

"How do you feel, George. How did I perform on the spot? In the past part, you were a policeman. Do you think the words you said just now can convince the police?" After the style changed, Daniel returned to his normal tone. However, there was a strong joke in his tone. It seemed that he was teasing a young pet.

George did not make a sound. He knew that this was not the time to quarrel. He needed to save energy as much as possible. The gunshots would cause situations around him. Although this place was biased, he was sure that residents of the nearest could hear it. As long as someone called the police, he would still have a chance. George would not miss any chance to survive.

"Why don't you talk anymore? Do you have no strength? It's all my fault. I haven't shot for a long time. I've been a little bit off. Otherwise, that moment just now should be able to relieve you. Really sorry, old friend. You have to endure a little more. But there is no other way. George, join me. Like me, become a believer in the darkness.

Look at your old body, you can no longer be as flexible and agile as you were when you were young. Look at me, I can feel the young and energetic feeling in my body anytime and anywhere. For people of our age, it is really a fascinating enjoyment."

"Do you know what you believe in, Daniel. Look at their disgusting looks on TV. Don't you have nightmares at night?"

George couldn't help but start refuting.

"Haha, what you see is just some fragments that cannot even be called cannon fodder. For the God of Chaos, those guys are at best just equivalent to the dust on our bodies. The power of true chaos is unimaginable. It transcends space, time, and everything in the universe."

"Is that true? So as a devout Christian, you converted to the God of Chaos?"

"God, that's such an old bitch. I've believed in him for nearly sixty years. But I've never heard his voice. But the God of Chaos is different. I hear its voice. Do you understand George? I've heard the oracle.

It empowers me and gives me a mission, and it is God, and it is where we need faith.”

At the end of his speech, a strange light had already appeared on Daniel's face, which was the light of faith that only crazy believers could have. He trembled and prayed to the sky, and the intoxicating expression on his face looked strange and terrifying under the faint moonlight.

……………………………

It was two hours after Maine State Police was called. John Greg was a student of Old George. He is now a senior police officer of Maine State Police. His private email address was received by his former teacher. John knew his teacher very well.

George was sleek and not the kind of desperate policeman. But one thing that cannot be denied is that George's intuition was extremely keen. His accuracy in judging some unknown cases was a good story in the police system at that time. George used this method to send himself such a solemn alarm message. This made John feel something was wrong. He immediately picked up the phone and reported to his superiors. He said that he had found a suspected case. Then he summoned all the state police on duty.

"Stephen, open the armory. Everyone carries heavy firepower. Five minutes later we set off to the eastern town."

Half an hour later, dozens of state policemen entered the town with automatic weapons. They did not stop and rushed directly to the farm. But at this time the farm had returned to absolute silence. Dozens of policemen advanced slowly and found blood on the edge of the fence on the periphery.

"The house is safe and looks like it's been a long time since anyone lived in it."

“Go to the cattle shed at the back.”

"Be careful, it smells bloody and is very heavy. Assaulter, break the door."

"With a violent impact, the worn-out livestock shed was knocked open, revealing a terrifying scene inside."

"What the hell is this...?"

"God..."

“….”

It was a meat mountain, made up of human flesh and livestock. It was easy to distinguish because it was densely packed and could be vaguely distinguished. Some shadows of humans and livestock were just like these flesh and blood bodies were dissolved and bonded together to form a huge meat mountain.

All these flesh and blood were as if they had been drained from nutrients. They became dry and rough. At first glance, hundreds of corpses of humans and animals were stacked there, giving people a terrifying and weird scene. In fact, at the first glance, several young state policemen even fainted and did not wake up until now. Even the old policemen were stunned by the scene in front of them.

When John faced the scene in front of him, he felt a coldness all over his body. He opened his mouth, but his upper and lower lips trembled, and he didn't say a word. In desperation, he lit a cigarette with his trembling hands and took a deep breath. The breath of the cigarette restored a little control over himself.

"Everyone, evacuate here. Create a quarantine belt and wait for support."

…………………………..

The special operations team established by the United States against this incident was much faster than expected. In just less than twenty minutes, three helicopters descended from the sky. Then, a group of special forces members wearing the highest-ranking armed forces in the United States rushed into the farm and quickly took over the isolation belt. A tall black officer walked out.

"Supernatural Event Special Mobile Team. Who is the person in charge here?"

"I'm." John stood up.

"Report all the information you know. Don't miss it."

"I understand, about three hours ago, I received the alarm..."

John reported in detail what happened.

"It's probably that. It was too late when we came. There was no one here. George was missing, and we only saw the disgusting meat mountain. By the way, we found a mobile phone at the scene outside. It should be the missing George. We found a recording on our mobile phone. But we hadn't had time to open it."

The black officer took the phone, found the recording and clicked on the playback.

"Do I need to avoid that?"

"No need, this is a crisis for the entire human race. Every law enforcement officer holding a weapon has the obligation to fight against it."
Chapter completed!