Following a complex and mysterious yet brief sound, a brilliance suddenly appeared.
The blinding light enveloped Davide, the vehicle driven by Hunter, and also those black-clad gunmen.
"Aghhhh!"
Cries of pain arose one after another.
"Flash grenade!"
"It's an ambush!"
"Take cover! Take cover!"
The leader of the men in black shouted loudly.
But, it was too late.
The figure of Jason appeared amidst the men in black, his tall, muscular body spinning rapidly with a broad-bladed machete in his hand.
Woo!
The blade sliced the air, roaring.
Thud, thud, thud!
All those around Jason suffered fatal slashes.
Moreover, as Jason moved, the range of these slashes kept expanding.
By the time Davide and Hunter's vision had cleared, before them was a scene of dismembered limbs, with a figure standing straight among them, his hockey mask all the more sinister and terrifying amid the bloodshed.
