150: Chapter 150 Jason vs. Michael

There was a hint of chill in the night air.

Crude jack-o'-lanterns and artificial spider webs hung along both sides of the street, as groups of children dressed in bizarre costumes went from house to house begging for candy.

Under a streetlamp on the corner, Qin Ming saw Jennifer and Wednesday.

Jennifer was wearing a slim-fitting, light green long dress, with pointed elven ear cuffs on her ears.

Jennifer

She didn't need any special effects makeup because, at this moment, over a dozen real fireflies emitting a faint blue glow were circling and dancing gracefully around her.

That ethereal and cold temperament made her look like a true psychic elf living in the deep forest.

Wednesday was dressed in Native American attire made of coarse cloth, with several feathers stuck in her hair.

A metal battle axe with blood grooves was tucked into her waist, and the faint smell of gunpowder from explosives wafted from the leather bag on her back.

Wednesday

"Very unique," Qin Ming said, looking at them.

"Your special effects lighting isn't bad either," Wednesday commented coldly.

Four people with completely different styles, yet all exuding a dangerous and eerie aura, gathered together and walked down the street.

Along the way, those low-quality Halloween ghosts seemed like a ridiculous comedy in front of them.

A chubby middle-aged man dressed as a Vampire tried to jump out and scare them, but Wednesday simply gripped the battle axe at her waist expressionlessly; the man immediately coughed awkwardly and slunk away.

"How boring." Emma kicked a plastic skull that had rolled to her feet with her small boot.

"A hypocritical carnival of self-indulgence for the descendants of Puritans."

Wednesday scoffed at the holiday, her fingers unconsciously rubbing the edge of the battle axe. "If we blew up that inflatable pumpkin on the corner right now and filled it with thumbtacks, we could probably give them a taste of primal shock."

Jennifer walked quietly beside them, a few moths landing on her fingertips. She had little interest in the noisy crowd.

Everyone wandered around for a bit and unanimously agreed that trick-or-treating was simply an insult to their intelligence.

Just then, in a closed electronics store across the street, a whole wall of dozens of television screens suddenly emitted a synchronized burst of static.

The boring commercials that were playing were instantly switched.

Larry's giant yellow smiley face, occupying the entire screen, popped up abruptly.

"Boss!... New prey discovered... Slasher Carnival Night!" Larry pieced together sentences using various news anchor voices and horror movie lines.

The TV screen switched again, turning into a very grainy surveillance footage perspective.

The location was displayed at the bottom: Haddonfield, Illinois.

On a pitch-black street, a tall man wearing deep blue work coveralls was walking slowly forward.

He wore a pale, lifeless white rubber mask on his face and held a thirty-centimeter-long, gleaming chef's knife upside down in his hand.

An innocent passerby wearing glasses came out of an alley and bumped right into the masked man.

The masked man didn't even pause; his left hand directly choked the passerby's neck, lifting him off the ground with one hand, while the chef's knife in his right hand thrust upward without hesitation, piercing through the passerby's jaw and coming out the top of his head.

There were no screams, only the tooth-grinding sound of the sharp blade cutting through bone and flesh.

After the kill, the masked man tossed the body onto the ground like a rag and continued walking forward woodenly.

"The slasher from 40 years ago... Michael Myers... has begun his slaughter again!" Larry's voice echoed in the empty street.

After watching this bloody broadcast, the eyes of all four people lit up simultaneously.

"Brother, let's go quickly!" Emma jumped up in excitement, her hands tightly clutching Qin Ming's arm and shaking it.

"Indeed, this is quite interesting." Wednesday pulled the battle axe from her waist, her thumb brushing against the sharp edge.

Jennifer looked at the innocent passerby lying in a pool of blood on the screen, her brow furrowed. "He is a complete madman. If he's allowed to roam free, more innocent people will die. We must stop him."

Qin Ming looked at the pale mask of the ruthless killer on the TV screen, his fingers tapping lightly in the air.

"Then let's go," Qin Ming said.

"Larry."

The moment the words fell, the TV screens in the electronics store window exploded with a strong burst of blue static light.

A massive data suction force was generated out of thin air. The bodies of Qin Ming, Emma, Wednesday, and Jennifer were rapidly pixelated in the light, as Larry roughly dragged them into the world of electronic devices.

Haddonfield, Illinois.

The late-night streets should have been dead silent, but now they were plunged into extreme panic and frenzy.

Piercing police sirens wailed one after another a few blocks away.

In the living room of an ordinary two-story house, the old television hanging on the wall suddenly erupted with a strong blue light.

The next second, Qin Ming and the other three stepped out of the screen without warning, landing steadily on the living room carpet.

The house was empty; the owners seemed to have joined the chaos outside.

Qin Ming pushed open the front door and walked out onto the street.

At a nearby intersection, a group of townspeople carrying baseball bats, shotguns, and iron pipes were gathering in a state of agitation.

A man stood in the back of a pickup truck, shouting at the top of his lungs, "He's in this block! Find him! Kill that monster! Evil dies tonight!"

Panic and anger had completely ignited this small town that had been peaceful for decades.

Almost everyone had abandoned their Halloween costumes, turning into a mob hunting the slasher in the dark night.

"They won't find him, and even if they do, they're just sending themselves to their deaths," Wednesday gave a precise assessment as she watched the shouting townspeople.

Michael Myers was no ordinary serial killer; he was the pure embodiment of evil. To him, the physical attacks of ordinary people were no different from an itch.

"So, professional matters should be left to professionals," Qin Ming said in a flat tone.

He pulled a red and white poké ball from his grid space.

Without any hesitation, Qin Ming pressed the button with his thumb and threw the poké ball heavily onto the asphalt road ahead.

"Time to work, Jason."

Bang—!

The poké ball burst open in mid-air with an extremely blinding flash of red light.

Accompanied by a dull thud that made the ground tremble slightly, a massive and burly figure, like an iron tower, crashed heavily into the shadows under the streetlamp.

Standing over two meters tall, wearing a filthy, worn-out jacket, he wore a Crystal Lake hockey mask covered in deep scratches on his face.

Jason Voorhees.

That thick aura of slaughter, a hundred times heavier than the surrounding night, instantly spread out frantically.

Even a few crows perched on the telephone pole let out terrified caws, flapping their wings as they fled the area.

Jason slowly turned his massive head, his bloodshot eyes staring fixedly at Qin Ming through the holes in the hockey mask.

He raised his right hand, gripping a rusty machete stained with dark black blood.

"There's a guy in town wearing a pale rubber mask and carrying a chef's knife." Qin Ming pointed toward the endless darkness deep in the street. "Find him, Michael Myers, and then, kill him."

No nonsense.

Jason slowly turned around, taking heavy and lethal strides as he walked straight into the night of Haddonfield.

Two of the most top-tier masked slashers in film history were about to engage in the purest slaughter on this Halloween night in this desperate town.

Qin Ming straightened his cuffs. "Let's get started too."