It was a fat, middle-aged white man, sitting with his back against a big tree. His head was completely drooped. His neck seemed to have been cut in half with a sharp weapon. His chest and stomach were neatly cut open from the middle. His intestines were flowing out on the floor.

There was no trace of the internal organs, which looked miserable and disgusting.

Roger stopped in the distance and frowned slightly. The smell similar to the liquid sprayed by Cecilia was emanating from this corpse.

This shouldn't be the smell of corpse.

The blood on the ground has not yet dried up, and this man was obviously killed not long ago.

Roger got closer and found traces of purple-black liquid hanging from the intestines and chest and abdominal openings flowing out of the corpse.

Seeing this familiar color, he no longer cared about anything else. He avoided the blood and intestines and came to the body. He touched the purple-black liquid with his gloved left hand.

The taste of this liquid is similar to Cecilia, but much lighter.

Eighty percent of them are devils.

Roger stood up and twitched his nose slightly, trying to see if he could smell the smell and where it went.

The devil is right under your nose, so of course you can't let it go.

After all, it is an ordinary person's nose. After smelling it for a while, I have no clue.

Roger looked around and couldn't help but slap his head. He was really stupid.

A string of invisible blood streaks spread on the ground and extended into the distance, which should have been left by the murderer.

Looking at the blood stains, Roger came out of the woods. There were fewer blood stains on the ground. They started to appear intermittently, but there were traces to follow. He crossed a stone road and entered a garden full of irises. As he walked further, a building appeared.

It was a two-story wooden building that seemed to be a park tool warehouse or something.

It was still dark, and in the corner of the wooden building, Roger clearly saw blood stains.

There were windows on the second floor, and there seemed to be shadows flickering, as if there were more than one person.

Roger seemed not to have seen all this. He pretended to be an ordinary pedestrian and walked on the stone road more than 20 meters away in front of the small building. He quietly grabbed his left glove with his right hand and prepared to recite a spell silently in his heart to summon the sickle at any time.

"you!"

Suddenly a dark shadow flashed in the evergreen bushes ahead, pointing here and saying in a low voice: "Come here!"

Roger subconsciously wanted to take action, but he could see clearly that the helmet the opponent was wearing clearly had the emblem of the Department of Homeland Security on it.

Then, he looked behind the bushes and saw more people dressed similarly.

These people all have long guns in their hands, and if you guessed it correctly, they are all automatic weapons.

It didn't seem to be directed at him? Roger made a quick judgment, walked over immediately, and was pulled into the bushes by the black beret.

"How is the clearance work done?"

The person who asked the question turned out to be a female voice. Under the helmet she was wearing, brown hair could be vaguely seen: "Why is there anyone else?"

Roger glanced at the questioning woman. She had three-dimensional facial features and obvious facial contours. To describe it in Chinese, she could be said to be very heroic.

Unfortunately, probably due to years of training or field trips, my skin is not that good and is rather wheatish in color.

"How did you get in?" the woman asked Roger instead.

"I came here for a walk after lunch." Roger pointed in the direction he came from: "I've been sitting in the woods over there."

It could be seen that the target of these people was the wooden building. He asked tentatively: "Are you the police?"

The woman looked at him coldly: "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask." Then, her tone softened slightly: "Don't stay here, it's dangerous, go to the back."

Roger didn't speak any more and just nodded.

"You!" The woman pointed to the man who brought Roger in: "Take him to the back to ensure his safety."

Hearing these words made people feel much better. Without saying a word, Roger followed the man to the back of the line.

Only then did Roger realize that there were people not only here, but also in other places around the small building. There seemed to be twenty or thirty people.

Under normal circumstances, such a well-trained team is enough to deal with a few powerful gangsters.

However, these people were holding conventional thermal weapons, and they obviously had no idea what kind of terrifying existence they were dealing with.

The man didn't take Roger far away, he just came to the back of the team. Judging from his relatively relaxed appearance, he didn't seem to take the people in the wooden building too seriously.

This was exactly what Roger wanted, so he simply hid behind the tree and secretly looked ahead.

Originally, when I saw more than one person in the wooden building, I was a little worried about whether it could be dealt with. But now it's just right, someone is exploring the way for me.

People like him don't have any psychological burden on such things.

After all, this is in the United States, not my own country.

I could faintly hear the woman's voice giving orders. In the woods diagonally across the way, a team of five people quickly approached the small building in a cross-covering manner. When they reached the right position, one of them raised a weapon similar to a grenade launcher.

, fired tear gas at the second-floor windows.

The windows on the second floor were broken and smoke immediately came out.

Roger stared over there curiously, wanting to see how effective the ordinary thermal weapons in the human world were against demons.

If you can kill him suddenly with an automatic rifle, even if the devil reappears in the world, he probably won't be able to cause much trouble.

This is not the Middle Ages.

If ordinary thermal weapons don't work, that's going to be big trouble.

From the other direction, a team of six people came to the main entrance of the wooden building. Someone broke down the door first, then fired tear gas. The team wearing gas masks rushed in with standard tactical actions.

At the same time, another team broke the window on the first floor and entered the building.

Everything went very smoothly, just like a drill.

The woman pulled up her helmet and breathed a sigh of relief. In the past two years, the security of the United States can be described as collapse. Some major cases similar to terrorist attacks have also been handed over to the Security Bureau.

Today's case, involving the death of more than forty people and missing internal organs, was forwarded by the Los Angeles police.

I originally thought it would be very complicated, but I didn't expect that it only took a week to identify the suspects and find their hiding place. It was so smooth that it didn't feel like solving a case, but like playing a police and thief game with a child.

But as a top-notch elite person recognized within the Security Bureau, she always felt uneasy.

These suspects never seemed to cover their whereabouts and seemed not to be afraid of police pursuits.

It would be better to be surprised elsewhere.

The woman stared closely at the wooden building, and the third team also rushed in.

In her eyes, these three teams are enough to raid Benladan, and it shouldn't be difficult to catch a few perverted murderers.

bang bang bang

Roger's eyes widened when he heard the gunfire, but there was smoke coming from several places where the wooden building was broken, and he couldn't see anything.

More gunshots rang out, and the woman's faint voice of inquiry came over the intercom, but no one came out from the wooden building.

The gunfire suddenly stopped, and a shrill howl sounded.
Chapter completed!