dkrc Chapter 64 Coyotes
Chapter 64 Coyotes
After listening to Marcus's explanation, everyone looked again and saw that the homeless man was indeed twitching slightly, and he didn't even react when the little dog next to him rubbed against him. It was obvious that Ye Zi was high on drugs and was not walking the dog at all.
Jeremy also boasted, as is his habit, that Marcus was practically an expert on homeless people.
Marcus's lips curled into a smug smile, and his mood improved.
He glanced at Lin Ximeng, his tone full of smugness: "See? I told you so, didn't I? Only you would think this is like walking a dog."
After being tormented by Lin Ximeng for most of the night, I finally managed to get the upper hand in this matter. Even the wounds on my body seem to hurt less. This effect is more effective than taking painkillers.
Lin Ximeng looked at his smug expression and suddenly laughed. He patted the car door and said, "Alright, you have a good eye. In that case, you go and ask him how to get to the United Machinery Factory."
Marcus's smile froze instantly, his expression turning from sunny to stormy: This was clearly retaliation for his earlier boasting!
Although he knew the chances were slim, he still wanted to try, and asked with a hint of resentment, "Why should I go? Jeremy can go too! He's the driver, it's his job to know the way."
As he spoke, he glared at Jeremy in the driver's seat, trying to push the trouble away.
Jeremy shrank back in fright, quickly lowered his head and pretended to look at the steering wheel, not daring to say a word.
Lin Ximeng's tone was serious: "You can tell at a glance that he's hyped up, which means you know homeless people better than any of us and have more experience communicating with them. I feel more at ease sending you."
These words seem reasonable, but in reality, every word is a calculated move to manipulate Marcus.
Marcus was speechless after being confronted. He looked at the homeless man in the pouring rain outside the car, then at Simon Lin, and knew he couldn't avoid it, so he obediently prepared to get out of the car.
Lin Simon untied part of the rope around Marcus's waist, leaving only a section in his hand: "Don't try anything funny, or I'll break your arm."
Marcus, with his hands still tied behind his back, pushed open the car door and got out in the pouring rain, the icy rain instantly soaking him through.
He grumbled and sweared as he moved toward the figure, feeling ashamed of himself for the first time.
But as he got closer, Marcus felt increasingly uneasy:
The homeless man's convulsive movements were unusually stiff, unlike the loss of control after a high, but rather like a puppet that had lost its support, with his neck twisted strangely.
His head even looked like it was about to fall off.
He instinctively stopped in his tracks, and just as he was about to back away, he heard a soft "click," and the head of the "figure" actually rolled into the mud, revealing a bloody, mangled section of its neck.
Marcus froze, a chill running from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
At this moment, the little dog next to the figure suddenly raised its head, its eyes were frighteningly red, and there was dark red bloodstain on the corner of its mouth.
"Coyotes!"
Marcus finally realized that it wasn't a homeless man walking his dog at all, but a carcass that had been half-eaten by coyotes!
Fear instantly overwhelmed all his complaints. He turned and ran frantically towards the car, yelling, "Drive! It's a coyote!"
The coyote let out a low growl and followed with steady steps. Instead of pouncing, it chased Marcus slowly, like a cat playing with a mouse, its scarlet eyes fixed on him.
Inside the car, Simon and Jerome also stopped laughing. Simon said to Jeremy in a deep voice, "Start the car, even if it's slow, just get going."
Marcus is still useful to me. I need him to get past the guards when we go to the Black Penguin's warehouse. I can't let him get eaten by wolves here.
Upon hearing this, Jeremy immediately stepped on the gas, and the engine began to hum.
Marcus ran with all his might, the rope taut and painfully constricting his chest. Pulled by the car's forward momentum, he stumbled and fell to the passenger side door.
Seeing this, Jerome immediately leaned over, grabbed the man by the collar, and pulled him into the car. The moment the door closed, the coyote's claws slammed against the door with a loud "bang," making the car windows vibrate.
Marcus breathed a sigh of relief as he safely returned to the car, thinking to himself: "Thank goodness I practiced being dragged around by Lin Ximon before, otherwise I really wouldn't have made it in time!"
"Oh no, the car isn't going fast enough," Jeremy, the driver, brought some bad news.
He had just haphazardly turned into the left-hand road, which was full of potholes, causing the car to bump along and never managing to reach a speed of 30 kilometers per hour.
The coyote behind them, like a dark shadow, drew closer and closer to the car as it moved its limbs rapidly. Its scarlet eyes gleamed eerily in the darkness, and its howl pierced the sound of the rain, sending chills down one's spine.
"Damn it! How can it run so fast?"
Jeremy gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands; the rain was getting heavier and his vision was severely impaired.
Marcus, staring at the relentlessly pursuing coyote in the rearview mirror, suddenly had a flash of inspiration and shouted, "It's those leaves! It ate the corpse of the homeless man who was drugged, which means the coyote has been drugged with those leaves too!"
These words sent chills down everyone's spines. Looking at the coyotes' increasingly ferocious behavior, they felt that Marcus's statement seemed to make some sense.
Before he could finish speaking, the coyote suddenly leaped up and slammed its front paws into the window of the car in the back seat, where Simon Lin was sitting.
With a "crack," spiderweb-like cracks instantly appeared on the car window, and shards fell down in a shower.
"Stabilize your direction and dodge left and right!" Lin Ximeng ordered in a deep voice, while grabbing a stick he had brought from the camp from his feet.
Jeremy jerked the steering wheel, and the car swayed violently in the mud, barely avoiding the coyote's second impact.
Taking advantage of the moment the coyote landed, Lin Simon suddenly rolled down the car window a crack, and with a burst of strength, slammed the wooden stick hard into the coyote's back.
"Awoo!"
The coyote howled in pain, its movements slowed for a moment, and after landing on the ground, it staggered a few steps, putting a few meters between itself and the car.
Marcus breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this, and his gaze toward Simon Lin was somewhat complicated:
Just a moment ago, he hated Lin Ximeng so much that his teeth itched, but now he felt a little grateful.
Jeremy wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and gasped, "Finally... finally safe."
"Don't let go of the accelerator, keep going at full speed!"
Lin Ximeng spoke in a serious tone, showing no sign of letting his guard down.
As soon as he finished speaking, the coyote suddenly raised its head and let out a sharp howl, the sound piercing through the rain and echoing in the empty road.
Immediately afterwards, long howls rose and fell from the barren woods on both sides of the road.
First, a dozen pairs of blood-red eyes lit up in the darkness, then countless dark shadows darted out of the woods—a dozen or so coyotes with bloodshot eyes.
They were rushing madly toward the car, looking just like out-of-control infected in a zombie movie.
Jerome clenched his fist and asked, "How can there be so many? Have they all gone mad?"
Marcus, pale-faced, stared at the snarling coyotes outside the window, his voice trembling with fear: "Who knows? Maybe they're addicted to eating the corpses of homeless people. I heard that when coyotes are starving, they'll even eat their own kind."
In an instant, the car was surrounded by a pack of coyotes. They frantically attacked the car body and rammed the windows, creating a constant "bang" sound. The already cracked windows were now on the verge of falling off.