Maurice Dhawan lowered his voice, with a hint of surprise in his tone, "Really?"

"Yes."

"Where did you find it? Is it the area I pointed out to you?"

"no"

"Don't mention that place. I was followed and injured. I finally got rid of him."

"Is the injury serious?"

"Yes, I need treatment."

"Who's following you?"

"I don't know either. The other person drove a blue pickup truck and wore a black hood. He chopped me with a machete."

"Then where did you find the treasure?"

"Because I was being followed, I didn't search for too long in the area you mentioned. I entered the next area and found a balancing stone at the bottom of the canyon. There was a crescent-shaped crack next to it, and there was a stone in the corner of the crack.

A treasure chest was found in the pile of stones.

Maurice, there are many good things in the box, we are rich!"

Maurice Dhawan waved his fist vigorously, "Great, our efforts have finally been in vain. Where are you now?"

"It's at the meeting place we said, would you like to come and find me?"

"I told you, those bastards started to doubt me, and they took away the keys to the motorcycle."

"Then what are you going to do? If they detain you, do you want to give them some treasure?"

Maurice Dhawan sighed, "How much are you going to give them?"

"I can accept it if I only give them 1/5."

Maurice Dhawan thought for a while and said, "People are greedy, and they may not accept this distribution plan.

In this way, you can pick me up from the meeting point along the south bank from east to west.

I will find a way to escape."

"Can you walk on your feet?"

"Yes, but it may aggravate the foot injury, but it's nothing compared to the treasure. It's just a pity that my motorcycle has been with me for many years."

"Come on? Forget about that shabby car. These treasures are enough to buy hundreds of them."

"You are right." Maurice Dhawan made up his mind.

The night is getting quieter.

Maurice Dhawan felt that time had slowed down, and he kept observing the movement of the RV through the gap in the window.

No sound could be heard, and no one could be seen passing by the windows.

He felt that the two of them might have fallen asleep.

But thinking that Luke's determination today would inevitably put him on guard, he decided to wait.

Maurice Dhawan is an old hunter, and the most important thing for a hunter is to be patient.

Maurice Dhawan took advantage of this time to squint for a while to recharge his batteries.

It was late at night, and Maurice Dawan opened his eyes suddenly and looked towards the direction of the RV again.

He watched for about ten minutes, but there was still no movement in the RV.

It was already past three o'clock in the morning, which is also the time when people are most likely to feel sleepy. Even if Luke had doubts about himself, he should relax his vigilance at this time.

Maurice Dhawan took out his walkie-talkie to contact Gray Roach and asked her to pick him up on the way.

Maurice Davan took his belongings and shotgun and climbed out from the opposite direction of the RV.

Because he was worried that Luke was still watching, Maurice Dhawan was still cautious and crawled forward for a while before slowly standing up and limping forward.

He walked faster and faster on crutches, as if he saw hope ahead.

After walking forward for a while, he didn't hear the familiar sound of a three-wheeled motorcycle. Knowing that Luke was not following him, he breathed a sigh of relief and slowed down his pace.

His injured foot was already a little painful.

We walked forward for about ten minutes.

There was a fire not far ahead.

He sat on the ground and observed with a telescope. There was a motorcycle parked next to the fire.

It's Gray Roach's car.

There was a woman sitting next to her. Judging from her figure, she should be Gray Roach.

Maurice Davan put away his telescope and walked forward slowly.

"Gray." Maurice Dhawan called softly, but the other party did not answer.

Maurice Davan frowned slightly, stepped forward and patted Gray Roach on the shoulder. Gray Roach staggered and fell to the ground.

Maurice Dhawan took a closer look and saw that Gray Roach's face was lifeless, her chest was covered in blood, and her chest had been cut open. Although she couldn't see it clearly, Maurice Dhawan felt that her internal organs were also

is missing.

"Fuck."

Maurice Dhawan was shocked and felt a chill on his spine behind him.

He vaguely heard footsteps and there was someone behind him.

He grabbed the shotgun on his back and turned around suddenly.

"Ah" sound.

Maurice Dhawan felt a sharp pain in his right arm.

A machete cut off his right arm directly.

The perpetrator was a person wearing a hood, who looked like a man in shape. He had just been hiding behind the big rock next to him. When Maurice Dhawan was checking the body, he quietly walked up to Maurice Dhawan.

Behind Dhawan.

The arm fell to the ground, and the shotgun also fell to the ground.

Maurice Dhawan's eyes were in pain, but he had no time to take care of his broken arm at this time, because the assailant wanted more than just his arm, and might even kill him.

He wanted to fight back, but he had no weapons at hand and his hand was broken. He could only run away now, but his feet were injured and his elbows were bleeding.

In this case, he didn't think he could outrun the opponent.

"Haha..." The man wearing a hood laughed and took out a golden pocket watch from his pocket.

"Old guy, do you want to play a game?

I will give you one minute, you can run away or look for any weapon except the shotgun. After one minute, I will find you.

Once I find it, it will be torn into pieces.

Timing begins."

Maurice Dhawan knew he was teasing himself, but he was in no condition to fight at this time.

His first reaction was to run to the RV campground.

The man holding a machete blocked his way, "This direction is not allowed, I know what you want to do? But I don't want to alarm those people for the time being.

They are my prey tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, and if I catch them all at once, what’s the point? Can you understand that feeling?”

"You damn pervert."

Maurice Dhawan cursed, turned around and ran forward, but his feet were injured, his arms were bleeding, and his body was very weak.

He knew that he would definitely not be able to escape. He had to do something, even if it meant death, he would make that pervert pay the price.

"9,8,7,6..."

The man wearing a hood used Gray Roach's clothes to wipe off the blood on the machete, "Old guy, are you ready? I'm going to find you."

The hooded man held a machete in his right hand, a shotgun on his back, a revolver hanging on his waist, and a flashlight with him, but he did not use it.

He chased Maurice Dhawan in the direction of his escape. His running speed was not very fast, but very rhythmic, and his eyes glanced around from time to time.

Although he was wearing a hood and couldn't see his expression clearly, you could tell from his body movements that he was very excited.

After the hooded man ran for a while, he stopped and waved the machete with his right hand habitually, "Here I come!

I can hear your rapid breathing and rapid heartbeat, and I know where you are.

You can't run away, haha..."

There were several tall spruce trees not far ahead. The man wearing the hood could vaguely see something under the tree. When he got closer, he found half a shoe exposed behind the tree. The corners of the man's mouth raised slightly.

He looked around and saw that there was no other movement. He walked a few steps forward and stopped, looking down at his feet. There were a few blood stains that had just fallen.

He clenched the machete in his right hand, walked to the spruce tree, and chopped down hard on the shoe, as if he wanted to cut off the shoe's sole.
To be continued...