A young man with messy brown-black hair and fair skin staggered into the police station. He was holding a camera in his hand, and his face showed endless panic and shock.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" a police officer asked.
"I...I...I want to report the crime!" The young man stammered and raised the camera in his hand.
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Night, Texas, suburbs, farm cabin.
Normally, this place should be quiet and deserted, but at this moment, the lights are bright and the sound is noisy. They are all armed and have serious expressions. The uniforms with Texas PD printed on them indicate their identities. The police cars parked around the farmhouse They were surrounded by people, police lights flashed, and the red and blue lights added to the tense and almost frozen atmosphere.
However, they just surrounded the place but took no action, even though the firepower in their hands could basically carry out a covering and devastating attack on the hut.
"Sir, as per your request, we have deployed defenses here, and the traffic roads leading here have been completely blocked," a captain reported to the director, who also wore a police uniform and had gray hair.
"Very good." The director nodded.
"Sir, what's the next order?" the captain hesitated and asked.
"The next order is to stand still." The director glanced at him, "We are only responsible for getting here, and the rest will be left to those who will arrive later."
"This is a major case!" The captain looked a little anxious, "If the murderer is found..."
"John!" the director whispered, "I know you need credit, but some things need to be left to more professional people."
"We are the police, Chief..." The captain felt a little confused, and then seemed to understand something, "Are you from the FBI?"
"No, it's a department I don't know about either. The order given to me by my superior is to guard this place. When they arrive, hand over the scene to them and follow their orders... Okay, don't ask more questions if you shouldn't know! "The director said.
As soon as they finished speaking, the sound of rotors splitting the sky came from the sky, attracting their attention.
"Here we come," the director said.
Under the moonlight, a military transport aircraft broke through the clouds and appeared. It was a newly developed CH-47F Chinook helicopter. It had just been transferred to the test center at Fort Campbell, Kentucky, three months ago, and was operated by the U.S. Air Force Commandos. Military service personnel of the 7th Battalion of the 101st Division tested the mobility, safety and maintainability of various systems of the "Chinook" military aircraft under military conditions. This experiment will last for at least half a year before a detailed and accurate report can be obtained. However, at this moment, it has actually been used by this organization!
Under the watchful eyes of the police, the military transport helicopter landed in an open space, the door opened, and a group of heavily armed action personnel quickly walked out from above. Compared with them, the original police uniforms were more like the uniforms of refugees. .
After getting off the bus, these operators began to seal off the takeover site with stern expressions. The division of labor was clear and orderly. Most of the police officers present did not recognize the various equipment and weapons in their hands. They set up cordons, set up weapons for defense, Using instruments to measure, two words are revealed all over - professional.
The director suddenly felt a little ashamed. Originally, he thought that his men were able to gather here so late and quickly to block the streets and be so defensive that they were well-trained and well-disciplined. But now in comparison, if the other party is a member of the army with strict disciplines, They were just a group of villagers who were forced to go to the battlefield with pickaxes...
What attracted the most attention was the man who got off the plane at the end. His face was covered by a mask connected to an air pipe. The air pipe was connected to the trolley containing oxygen bottles that was helped to unload the plane at the end. This kind of thing was obvious at a glance. He is a commander, after all, he definitely has no fighting ability.
Apart from the emblem of the half-decayed World Tree, they had no other symbols on their bodies.
Just as the director was about to step forward to say hello and introduce the situation, an action worker with only his eyes, nose and mouth exposed stopped him. He didn't even bother to make up a department: "We are the relevant department, and we are taking over this place now. Please lead us immediately." Your men evacuate and block all roads leading here."
"...Okay." The chief knew what to ask and what not to ask. After seeing the badge of the half-decayed world tree, he waved his hand and ordered his men to stop working. Except for the captain who was a little dissatisfied, the other policemen breathed a sigh of relief. We are all veterans who have been in the police station for such a long time. They still have the ability to distinguish between things that can be taken advantage of and things that cannot be done. With so many people here who don't look easy to mess with, it is obvious that this place is a pool of muddy water. Everyone is on a mixed salary and it’s fine. Who wants to risk their lives?
After all police cars and police officers evacuated, a while later an armed man held down his headset and reported the situation: "Minister, we have completed the control of the scene. No signs of life have been observed in the house yet."
"The action begins," Professor Schneider said.
He did not arrange the detailed division of labor. As a qualified leader, what he needs to control is the general direction decision-making. If he needs to arrange specific actions, it can only mean that he has failed.
After the order was given, the execution staff quickly began to take action. The strong man in the lead kicked open the door and rushed in. However, the next second he suddenly braked and stopped. The action staff behind him who were about to follow in were at a disadvantage. My quick reaction prevented me from hitting him directly.
"What's going on?" Schneider noticed this scene and asked with a frown.
"Blood, blood is everywhere, on the walls, on the ceiling, on the floor, everywhere. It seems to have a special shape." The strong man took back his feet. Even though he had experienced many battles, he saw the scene in front of him and smelled the He couldn't help but frown at the strong stench, "I'm worried about damaging the traces of the scene."
"To eliminate potential safety hazards, the survey team will enter together and take samples to keep certificates." Professor Schneider made a decisive decision.
Operators quickly made adjustments and took action.
"The living room is safe."
"Kitchen safety."
"Bedroom safe..."
"Cellar...Mazefak!"
An angry voice came from the headset, and Professor Schneider's hands instantly clenched, and he even subconsciously held his breath.
However, there was no expected sound of gunshots or fighting, but dead silence.
"...The cellar...should be safe." After a while, a low voice came from the headset.
"Should?" Professor Schneider frowned.
"There are many dead bodies in the cellar. The blood should come from these people." The strong man looked at the scene in front of him that was not an exaggeration to call it a hell on earth. "There are a lot of them."
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