The sun is high.
In the sparse coniferous forest, there is a convoy moving along the only cement road here.
A large number of armored vehicles were parked in the temporarily cleared parking spaces in the forest, and many American soldiers with live ammunition were placed on guard in the coniferous forest.
Obviously something happened here and a large number of American troops gathered here, and others were not allowed to gather.
The convoy paused briefly at the checkpoint on the road and showed its credentials to the American soldiers guarding the checkpoint before continuing to pass.
Andrew Morel, who was sitting in the middle car, frowned and stared intently at the dense forest outside the car window, as if waiting for something.
Not long after, a strange situation appeared in front of us.
Trees were broken, as if they had been struck by a huge external force.
Beside the broken trees on both sides of the road, many experts were walking back and forth, carrying various instruments for testing and recording.
As the convoy continued to move forward, the broken trees became more and more obvious. From time to time, there would be a blur of flesh and fiber fragments stuck to a broken tree somewhere.
The next moment, the convoy changed to a detour on a temporarily paved path beside the road.
Just because a car appeared on the road they were traveling on, a car that was burned until only a layer of gray-black iron shell was left.
There were a large number of thin and deep potholes on the cement road near the wreckage of the car.
Looking through the car window, Andrew Morel could easily see that the car was not only burned, but the entire gray-black iron shell was also crushed as if it had been hit by a huge force.
Several experts were carefully dismantling the iron shell and rummaging through it to find several severely carbonized human figures.
Staring at the flattened and burned iron shell, Andrew Morel's eyes became more serious.
The convoy's progress did not stop when he began to meditate.
On the way forward, a sign soon appeared that said "Private estate", which means private estate.
Ahead is the private estate of a certain big entrepreneur, and the concrete road in this dense forest was built with the money of this big entrepreneur.
According to the intelligence and information obtained by Andrew Morel, this big entrepreneur is still a scumbag involved in many illegal activities such as human trafficking in Southeast Asia and small pill trafficking in many places in the Americas.
Because he was protected in the White Palace, the national security agency to which Andrew Morel belonged had not touched him.
But now, this entrepreneur is afraid...
Andrew Morel squinted his eyes and remembered the crushed and burned car he saw on the way here. I am afraid that the entrepreneur is now one of the several humanoid charred bodies.
Thinking about it, the motorcade slowly stopped and arrived at the manor.
Andrew Morel opened the door and got out of the car.
After taking the mask handed over by the surrounding motorcade entourage and putting it on, he looked around carefully.
And looking at everything in front of him, he couldn't help but take a breath.
What a mess! a mess!
In addition to a large number of troops and experts from the country walking around here, what caught Andrew Morel's eyes was ruins.
It's hard to imagine what happened here before.
Collapsed walls were everywhere, broken concrete slabs were scattered everywhere, and broken and twisted steel bars seemed to have been subjected to some huge force during their lifetime.
There are traces of RPG bombings and various bullet casings everywhere. The smell of smoke and blood filled the place.
The body bags on one side were spread all over the ground, but there were still professionals wearing masks who found a certain pile of flesh and blood from the ruins, and after completing certain data recording and screening, they put them into new body bags.
Andrew was about to continue taking a closer look when several people came over.
The strong man walking at the front was wearing a U.S. Army uniform. There are two silver five-pointed stars on the shoulder straps with a grass green background.
Andrew recognized this man.
A popular figure in the military, he has made numerous military exploits in many foreign wars at a young age, and is not far away from being promoted.
"Major General Chris."
Andrew smiled and stretched out his hand to the army major general in front of him.
"People from your organization can recognize everyone they meet, right?"
Chris joked with a smile, and then shook hands with Andrew.
The agency that Andrew works for has almost the highest authority in the United States and can intervene in all matters related to national security.
Chris' words naturally choked him.
"It is one of our jobs to keep in mind the information from the official high-level officials of various countries, let alone our own major generals."
Andrew nodded, not paying attention to Chris's teasing.
"Then what you saw today may be beyond your job. I don't know if you have seen it in Area 51."
Chris said and put away his smile, his face became very serious.
Andrew nodded and did not explain that there were no aliens in Area 51.
He is now very concerned about the specific information found here.
"The first people to discover the situation here were the police from a nearby town."
Chris said, handing Andrew a tablet that played the body-recorder images of police officers in a small town near the jungle.
The video begins with a police officer on patrol on a motorcycle.
As he traveled on this road, the sights he saw along the way were not much different from those seen by Andrew.
Andrew glanced at it at double speed, and it was basically consistent with what he saw along the way.
"Then the situation here was reported to the superiors, and the superiors ordered me, who was the closest, to lead the troops to cordon off the entire surrounding area."
Chris said so.
"Tell me what you discovered."
Andrew handed the tablet to the entourage beside him, and then stared at Chris seriously.
"First of all, most of the corpses found along the way have been identified as people from this manor. However, there are still a small number that are too bloody and require further identification."
Chris pointed to a field of body bags in the distance and spoke.
"The burned car on the road..."
Andrew suddenly mentioned.
"That car is a Bentley Dominator, a limited edition in the world. The owner of this manor did have one. Some of the coke in the car was first extracted for identification. The results confirmed that it was the owner of the manor and several mercenaries from Europe."
Chris took several identification documents from his subordinates and handed them directly to Andrew.
Andrew flipped through the documents, then looked at Chris and waited for him to continue reporting.
"We conducted a large-scale inspection and survey in the manor and found that a fierce gun battle took place here. However, during the appraisal, we found that all the bullets were basically fired by mercenaries from this side of the manor, and there was no presence from the second side. .”
"Those warheads were all squeezed and deformed, which is a characteristic of impacting a hard object."
"In addition, there are various small potholes in the manor and on the roads. The buildings of the manor and the dense forest outside have signs of being crushed by huge forces. There are also circular burning marks covering an area of more than ten meters on the ground of the manor."
"Besides these, there are many traces..."
Chris said, and handed Andrew a stack of documents recording the results of their investigation.
Andrew took the document, and the more he read it, the more he couldn't help but frown.
