Outside the Westin Mental Hospital, there were already layers of surrounded by police cars and mercenaries. The mercenaries leisurely bit gum and talked to each other, waiting for orders from superiors to attack; security guards, medical staff and some mentally ill patients have retreated outside the warning area, and doctors are arguing with the police wearing cowboy hats and the patients have not retreated in time.

The police chief ignored these people. He was holding the loudspeaker and shouting to the hospital: "Jason, or Jason's model criminal, you are surrounded. Please come out and surrender."

In the past few days, the police and mercenaries have surrounded the entire Yushu Town and divided it into dozens of block search areas, and investigated them one by one. At present, the only place where Jason is most likely to hide is the Westin Mental Hospital.

The shaman's compass also pointed here. When the shaman got out of the box car, the police and mercenaries stopped and looked at her dress in surprise.

“Is Halloween here?”

"Why is this girl dressed like this? Is there any brain problem?"

"Hahaha. Is it possible that this is not a mental hospital?"

"What a pity! She's very pretty!"

"Don't guess, maybe there is a makeup party, you're passing by."

“The clothes are quite matched, handsome and beautiful.”

The shaman tried not to show any expression, but in fact he was so angry that he almost threw the compass out.

——————————If I had known that the police had found it, why would I use a compass to do?

Her hand reached into her pants pocket and quietly touched the amnestic stick.

At this moment, a policeman quickly walked to the shaman and said seriously: "Miss, this is not the place you should come. For the sake of safety, please leave here immediately."

The shaman let go of the hand holding the amnestic stick. At this time, Glinton separated the mercenary group more than ten steps away and quickly came to the shaman. In the policeman's surprised gaze, "Sir, Jason should be here. Why is he dressed like this?"

The shaman said calmly: "I just went to participate in the makeup PARTY. How is the situation?"

"The person should be inside. The director is trying to persuade Jason to surrender. It's funny. I saw many such monsters underground. If I could convince him with my mouth, it would not be a monster. I have discussed with the soldiers of the organization. After the director's speech, I immediately divided into three routes. I used a Blackhawk helicopter to enter from the top of the mental hospital. The other two routes entered from the front and back doors respectively. I would go in with the team at the back door. We originally wanted to arrange more snipers, but the mental hospital was the highest place in this area, so it was not easy to deal with." Greenton said.

"Are there any extra weapons?" asked the shaman.

"There are many." As he said that, Grington took the shaman to the back of a box car, grabbed the handlebars of the rear car doors and pulled them away with both hands, and the shaman was confused. He saw that it was filled with magazines and various weapons. The American M16 type 5.56mm assault rifle, tactical vest, M1911 pistol, and Russian AK47 type 7.62mm assault rifle.

The shaman jumped into the car, closed the car, took off his coat, exposed his white shirt, took off one sleeve, and then the muscles under her armpits squirmed, and a hand covered with mucus was expanded. Then she grabbed a tactical vest and put it on her body, inserted the magazine into the tactical vest, put it on her coat, then grabbed two M1911 pistols and two AK47s, and followed Greenton to the group of mercenaries preparing to sprint into the mental hospital.

The mercenaries will be divided into three routes, each with 6 people, searching from top to bottom, and searching from bottom to top, compressing Jason's hiding space. The shaman finally planned to join the troops attacked by the front door. She knew that she had no experience in using **, but if Jason did not die at her hands, she would not be rewarded in the end, so she ignored the risk of being regarded as a monster and deliberately liberated her hand, hoping that it would be helpful.

The soldiers looked at the shaman up and down suspiciously, and finally said that as long as she followed quietly.

The police chief's long speech ended soon, and the Blackhawk helicopter flew to the top. Six soldiers descended to the roof. The shaman followed the six soldiers in, imitating their movements, holding the gun in front of him, bowed his waist slightly, and walked forward in small steps.

They searched carefully for the rooms on both sides of the corridor on the first floor without any sign of Jason. The Shaman's compass pointed at one of the rooms at one time, and then she realized that the compass was pointing to the room on the same floor above.

When they arrived at the same location on the second floor, there was an iron door in front of them with a nameplate medicine storage room hanging on it.

One of the soldiers stretched his head into the crack in the door, and through the small screen, they saw Jason standing in the middle of the room.

He pulled back his probe and another soldier put a C4 bomb near the lock of the door. After counting down, they would take advantage of the explosion to throw a flash bomb inside, and then take advantage of Jason's temporary loss of vision, and go in and confirm every inch of space in the room.

It would be better if Jason stood behind the door, the shock wave would knock him out.

The soldiers made several gestures and communicated silently. When they were ready, a soldier pressed the detonator.

Bang!

C4 exploded, the entire door flew inward, and smoke and dust filled the door, and another soldier was about to throw flash bombs in.

A KAI mountain knife cut through the smoke and dust, slashed the soldier's head with one knife, and divided his head into two halves.

It turned out that Jason had endured the impact of the explosion behind the door, and then unexpectedly attacked them, catching them off guard.

The sound of bullet shooting sounded repeatedly, Jason waved the KAI mountain knife repeatedly, and cut down the two of them in an instant.

Blood splashed, and the wailing sounded repeatedly.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, the shaman retreated repeatedly.

The MP7 submachine gun fired repeatedly, but the bullets directly penetrated Jason's body and did not stop his momentum.

An introduction to this gun flashed through the shaman's mind.

The MP7 submachine gun has a total length of 380mm, a mass of 1.8kg (with 40 round magazine), and is characterized by small size and light weight. It adopts an integral high-strength polymer receiver, which can be equipped with US military standard (MIL-STD-1913) Picatinny guide rails, and reflective sights can be installed on the guide rails. The MP7 is equipped with 4.6×30mm bullets, with low ballistic extension, and has strong penetration ability. At a range of 100m, the standard warhead can penetrate the CRISAT standard target plate and the military gelatin blocks 150mm thick behind the target. The CRISAT target plate can penetrate the 200m, and the 20% military gelatin is penetrated to 280mm deep at 50m.

——————MP7 can’t stop Jason at all!

Jason was like a zombie, as if he had no pain at all. The bullet with strong penetration was not painful to him.

Soon, only blood flowed down the knife in the narrow corridor, dripping onto the concrete floor. Jason looked at the six dead bodies at his feet, looked up gently, and looked at the woman twenty meters away.
Chapter completed!