In Maine, which is bitingly cold, this year's blizzard is more violent than previous years due to the revival of spirit energy. Sheriff Hank Keogh received an order from his superiors, saying that an unofficial professional team will go to the ancient lake to capture the A suspected mutated giant crocodile. A gust of cold wind passed through the door of the jeep, making him shiver involuntarily, cursing the damn weather in his heart. But the next moment, the smell of blood on the tip of his nose made his expression change. As if realizing something, Hank Keogh quickly stepped on the accelerator, and waited for the jeep to pass through the pine forest covered by the snowstorm, and arrived at the bank of the ancient lake that was previously agreed. The armored vehicle left a huge plow mark on the ground, and through the ice layer several meters thick, a huge shadow could be vaguely seen...