The infinite heavens begin with American horror.

Inside the gas station, Jerry reached out and grabbed the owner's collar, glaring at him menacingly with a ferocious expression.

"Did you commit those cemetery robberies? And what kind of meat was that barbecue?" Jerry asked the gas station owner.

"It wasn't me! It really wasn't me! Stop hitting me, that must have been my eldest son, it has nothing to do with me! I don't allow him to do these things, he just did it on his own. Those things in the oven are pork!"

The boss twisted his body, trying to break free from Jerry's control.

Franklin and the others breathed a sigh of relief when they heard it was pork.

But he wasn't about to let him off so easily. He immediately started punching and kicking the gas station owner again, wanting to vent his anger completely.

Ah!

The boss screamed in pain.

“How can your son’s actions have nothing to do with you?” Paim shouted.

Seeing that Franklin and the others had finished venting, Li Qing said, "That's enough. We should think about what to do next."

“Once the scarred man notices the gas station owner hasn’t returned, he might realize something and come looking for us. Their headquarters are probably that house on the hillside. Should we take the initiative now, or wait for them to come to us? What are your thoughts and opinions?”

Franklin said, "Why don't we just drive away and find the police to solve the problem?"

Franklin had difficulty walking and was also timid, so his first thought was to call the police.

Sally and the others nodded repeatedly, agreeing that they should escape from there and that such a dangerous situation should be handled by the police.

In horror movies, calling the police is impossible; even reporting to the police is impossible. How would the plot proceed if the police came?

Li Qing had anticipated their answers; seeking advantage and avoiding harm is everyone's instinct, and one cannot blame Franklin and the others for being timid.

"No, we can't run!" Li Qing shook his head, disagreeing with the others' opinions.

He then explained to the group, "If we run away now and go to the police station, won't it take time? It would take several hours to go back and forth. By the time the police get here, the leather-faced, scarred man will have already escaped. Then we won't be able to catch them. If we let them get away this time, it will be much harder to catch them later."

"Why don't we take the initiative now and catch them off guard? Our chances of winning might be higher then," Li Qing said to them with a serious expression.

"Besides, don't you want revenge? Those two culprits are still at large. Aren't you angry at all? Don't be afraid, there are many of us, and strength lies in numbers! As long as we plan well, can't we win a five-on-two fight?"

Li Qing himself didn't believe these words. A fat man who was physically disabled, two thin women, one of whom was thin and was the one who was killed in one blow in the original plot, were facing a burly, ruthless killer. They might not necessarily win.

Even four against one wouldn't be enough to defeat Leatherface, let alone with Leatherface wielding a chainsaw and having an Ironhead as an accomplice.

How can we fight? We simply can't win.

But I had no choice but to fool them in order to complete the task.

Franklin and the others ran away. Who's going to draw fire for me? How am I, a lone drone gunner, supposed to take down a heavy tank? With my shooting skills, I'd probably have to get right up close to avoid missing.

He made up his mind to keep Franklin and the others calm.

Li Qing slowly placed his hand behind his back and took out a Glock pistol from his spatial storage.

"Don't worry! It'll be fine. No matter how strong Leatherface is, he's still human. No human is invincible. You guys draw their fire, and I'll take care of the damage!"

When Sally and the others saw that Li Qing had a gun, their eyes lit up as they stared at the pistol, completely unaware of where Li Qing got the gun, and their tightly clenched fists relaxed.

Seeing that they relaxed, Li Qing breathed a sigh of relief; it was good that he could keep them calm.

In front of them, he took eight 9mm bullets from his trouser pocket and loaded them into a magazine.

In the main world, Li Qing had seen on video websites that 9mm bullets were quite powerful. Even if Li Qing's marksmanship was poor, killing Leatherface with a dozen or so bullets shouldn't be a problem.

"Let's not delay, let's set off now!" Li Qing said to Franklin and the others.

"What about the gas station owner? He can't just take him with him!"

"Him? Of course he should be killed. What's the point of keeping such a menace around?"

Li Qing raised his hand, pointed the pistol at the gas station owner's head, and prepared to shoot him dead.

The gas station owner, lying on the ground, listened to their conversation and saw Li Qing pointing a gun at him. He was terrified and immediately began to fight back fiercely, twisting his body on the ground and shouting loudly.

"let me go!"

"Knock him out." Seeing that he was constantly twisting his body and it was difficult to aim, Li Qing quickly ordered the men to knock the boss out.

Jerry followed Lee Sin's instructions, looked down to find a suitable weapon, and immediately chose the frying pan that Lee Sin had used before.

Jerry bent down, picked up the frying pan from the ground, raised it high, and slammed it hard against the boss's forehead.

Several more thuds! Thud! Thud!

After a second stroke of bad luck, the gas station owner fainted again, blood streaming from his forehead.

A meaningless struggle only leads to more suffering.

Li Qing aimed at the boss's head and fired a shot that hit him squarely between the eyebrows.

Fresh blood mixed with white liquid flowed out, which was disgusting.

Looking at the scene before him, Li Qing, who was killing for the first time, still felt a little uncomfortable. However, although the scene was indeed disgusting, he did not have a violent reaction. The gagging and nausea reactions described in novels did not exist.

After repeatedly confirming that the gas station owner was completely dead, Li Qing felt much more at ease. In the world of horror movies, finishing off the enemy is key, but unfortunately, the protagonists in those movies just don't do that.

"Let's go, let's drive the gas station owner's pickup truck to avoid revealing our identities. There might even be a surprise," Li Qing suddenly said to the group, recalling a scene from the story.

Li Qing crouched down and searched the gas station owner's body for the pickup truck key. After a moment of rummaging, he found the key in the owner's shirt pocket.

The keys were tossed to Jerry, and the task of driving was naturally left to Jerry.

Jerry is driving the pickup truck, and Sally is in the passenger seat.

Paim and Li Qing helped Franklin into the back seat, tossed the wheelchair into the truck bed, and then got into the back seat themselves.

Li Qing deliberately chose a seat behind the driver's seat.

......

The pickup truck was driving on a dark road, but a house with lights on in the distance stood out. The surroundings were completely silent, creating an atmosphere reminiscent of a horror movie.

Suddenly, a dark figure darted out from the roadside, startling Jerry, who was driving. Li Qing stared in disbelief and saw that the figure was the scarred man, who was holding a burlap sack in one hand and grabbing at the car door handle with the other.

As expected, the scene from the movie unfolded, and Li Qing was overjoyed.

The scarred man had robbed several graves today and was carrying a sack home when he saw a white pickup truck approaching.

The scarred man thought the gas station owner had returned, so he jumped out, hoping to hitch a ride.

Li Qing was overjoyed. It was delivered right to his doorstep. After taking down the scarred man, the leather-faced one would be much easier to deal with.

The scarred man kept fumbling with the car door handle. When he finally opened the door, he was shocked to find that the person in the driver's seat was not his boss, but several passengers he had met during the day. He turned around and saw a dark gun barrel pointed at him.

He was instantly terrified and turned to run, but no matter how fast he reacted, he couldn't outrun a pistol.

There's a saying: "A gun is fast from seven paces away, and accurate within seven paces."

Li Qing decisively fired his gun; there was no way he would let the enemy, who had delivered himself to his doorstep, escape.

Bang!

The bullet struck the scarred man in the temple, and blood splattered everywhere. It would be difficult for him to survive a bullet wound, and the scarred man fell to the ground.

Jerry realized what was happening and quickly stopped the car. Everyone else got out to check on the man. They saw the scarred man lying on his side with blood gushing from his temple. The burlap sack he was holding had also fallen to the ground.

Li Qing kicked his body, and seeing that the scarred man was unresponsive, he confirmed that he was dead and quickly ordered them to throw the body onto the truck bed.

In reality, the villains in most horror movies are just humans, not scary at all, and can be easily defeated with superior weaponry and numbers.

I picked up the burlap sack from the ground. As soon as I picked it up, I heard a metallic clanging sound from inside. The burlap sack was heavy in my hand.

Upon opening the bag, I found it was full of gold and silver jewelry.

These must be the stolen goods from the tomb robbery. If you think about it carefully, how could the scarred man have only looted so many tombs? These are definitely just a small part; the leather-faced man probably has quite a lot more at home.

At this moment, Jerry and the other two finished dealing with the body and came over. When they saw the contents of the bag, a glint seemed to flash in their eyes.

Jerry exclaimed excitedly, "We're rich! I didn't expect such an unexpected windfall. But those tombs were done by that bastard! He must have even more jewels at home!"

Sally and Paim were also very happy and excited. What woman could hate gold and silver jewelry?

Li Qing closed the bag, not keeping anything for himself, and promised everyone, "Don't worry, everyone who sees it gets a share. Once we get rid of Leatherface, you'll all get your share. But you need to be alive to spend the money. Can you really feel at ease until Leatherface is gone?"

He then tossed the bag onto the back seat.

“Alright, let’s continue. We just took out Scarface, now only Leatherface is left, our chances of winning are much higher. Next, Pym and Sally will be in charge of distracting Leatherface. After luring Leatherface out of the house, Jerry will start the pickup truck and ram him, then I’ll take the shots.” Li Qing instructed the group back in the car.

A few minutes later, the pickup truck stopped not far from the house. Jerry sat inside, waiting for the plan to proceed. He was still very nervous, and his palms were already sweaty.

In the back seat, Franklin was also very nervous. If the plan failed, he would be unable to move around easily and would not be able to escape from the vicious Leatherface.

Li Qing took the lead in opening the car door and getting out, followed by Sally and Paim, who also carefully got out of the car.

The three of them slowly approached the house.

Paim and Sally followed behind Li Qing. Li Qing could clearly sense the two women's fear, so he quickly encouraged them: "Don't be afraid. You two are only responsible for drawing out the chain, and then you just try to run towards the pickup truck. I'll take care of the rest."

Looking at Li Qing's tall, sunny figure, and recalling how he had helped them escape danger, Sallypaim felt a surge of inexplicable power within them, and they mustered their courage to head towards Leatherface's house.

Watching the two figures approach the house.

Li Qing lay in ambush to the side, and at the same time took out the remaining 11 bullets from his storage space and loaded them all into the magazine.