Suddenly, the lights in the factory went out.
From the first scream, despair started to spread.
Basaco and Gaizval were in the office on the second floor. Through the window, they could see the inside of the factory.
In the darkness, there were red lines spreading, and there was the sound of gunfire.
Bang bang bang —
"Open the door … Boss, help …"
A man was banging on the office door.
Basaco opened the door and was about to pull his men in.
However, the subordinate seemed to be grabbed by something from the back.
Then, he flew out and fell down the fence.
"What's going on? What the hell is going on? "
"Devil, it's a devil … Our enemy isn't humans, it's a devil …" Basaco was holding the cross. He felt the heat from the cross and panic was written all over his face.
The red patterns started to spread from every corner.
Gaizval quickly closed the door.
But it didn't stop the red patterns from spreading.
The red patterns seeped in from the bottom of the door.
Basaco and Gaizval fired at the patterns on the ground.
But the bullets rebounded and hit Gaizval's thigh.
Basaco was so frightened that he smashed the glass window and fell down the stairs.
Basaco didn't know where he was going. He found a trash can and crawled into it. He held the cross and hid in the trash can.
The gunshots and screams didn't stop. It lasted for a long time.
"Almighty God, please protect your devout servant and dispel this evil power."
…
"Bolton, are you up?"
"Damn it, Dawes. You're calling so early, it's definitely nothing good."
"You're right, the industrial area in the northern suburbs."
"That should be the Mexican's territory, right?"
"Yeah."
"What happened?"
"You'll know when you get here."
Bolton already had a bad feeling in his heart.
As expected, when he arrived at the scene, he saw countless broken limbs.
One of the officers seemed to be seeing this for the first time as he vomited on the side.
Looking at the bloody scene, Bolton's face turned heavier.
Even though they were all criminals, no one could remain calm in such a scene.
Bolton came out for a breath of fresh air. The smell inside was unbearable.
"How many people were killed?"
"It's still the same as yesterday. There's no one dead. Counting from the number of limbs, there's a total of 325 people, and all of them are Mexicans and Colombians."
Bolten kicked the trash can beside him. "Damn it."
"Ah …"
Suddenly, a howl came from the trash can.
The surrounding policemen were also frightened. They all took out their guns and pointed at the trash can.
Bolton gestured, carefully stepped forward, and opened the trash can.
"Basaco?!"
"It's me, it's me, Mr. Policeman, arrest me. I confess, I confess, I confess, I confess to all the charges, arrest me quickly."
At this moment, Basaco was shouting incoherently.
Everyone was bewildered. Bolten asked, "What happened last night? Did you see it?"
"Demons … Demons … We're being attacked by demons. Blood is spreading, blood is spreading …"
"Bastard, you'd better behave yourself. Hurry up and tell me what happened."
"I want to enter the most secure prison. If you can send me in, I will tell you what happened."
Burton and Dawes exchanged glances. They knew very well how deranged this man was.
Just what had happened to him to actually scare him to this extent?
…
"Guys, you can do it!" Clapping his hands, Chen Zhao watched the semi-final match between the University of Los Angeles and University of San Diego.
"Attack, attack!" Robert shouted from the side. "Pierre, pass the ball. Don't pass the ball."
Pierre's performance was extraordinary, as if he didn't care about his life.
It was just like the past few days of training, all kinds of crazy fighting styles.
He had no choice but to go all out.
Because Chen Zhao was right there.
He felt that if he didn't try his best, or if he lost the match, he would lose.
Chen Zhao would probably talk to him afterwards.
"Three-pointer. Good job." Chen Zhao clenched his fist.
UCLA was already 15 points ahead.
Chen Zhao had never been an orthodox basketball fan.
But in this kind of atmosphere, as the leader of the UCLA team, of course he hoped his school's team could win.
Will cheer for every attack, will curse for every goal conceded.
He was no different from an ordinary member of the audience.
Until the end of the match, UCLA maintained a 15-point lead.
"Kids, good job." Chen Zhao hugged each player and encouraged them.
Pierre's entire body tensed up when he hugged Chen Zhao.
When they returned to the bus, the players were still in the joy of victory.
"Mr. Chen, should we ask them to quiet down?"
"No need. They won an important match. Let them be happy."
Chen Zhao didn't ask them to quiet down either.
Just then, the TV hanging at the front of the bus broadcasted a news report.
"According to the information our station received, an extremely brutal murder took place in the industrial area of the northern suburbs last night. According to reliable sources, a total of 324 people from two gangs had their hands and feet chopped off, but there were no corpses left at the scene. Only one survivor was found."
When he heard that there were survivors, Chen Zhao frowned.
Never mind, it was just one survivor.
"The survivor is a male. It is said that this person is the famous Mexican gang boss Basaco. However, it is said that when Basaco was taken away by the police, he was already a bit deranged. He asked the police to lock him up in the most secure prison and confessed to all the crimes he committed in the past."
Chen Zhao's expression suddenly turned cold. It would be fine if it was just a small fry.
But the person he'd missed was the boss of the Mexican gang.
He couldn't take it anymore.
"Shut up," Chen Zhao roared. "Stop making so much noise. What are you doing?"
Robert stood up as well. "Quiet down, all of you. Do you think you've already won the championship just by winning one match? Is it worth it to be so happy? "
The bus instantly fell silent. Robert glanced at the news on TV.
He vaguely guessed that the case in the news might be related to Chen Zhao.
In the first half of the news, Chen Zhao's expression was normal.
But when he heard that there was a survivor, his expression clearly changed.
Then, Chen Zhao kept his eyes closed.
Only Robert, who was sitting beside him, could feel that Chen Zhao was giving off a very uncomfortable feeling.
Just then, Chen Zhao's phone rang.
"President, something happened." Klaus called.
"What happened?"
"When I was driving the truck back to LA, I was stopped by the police. I abandoned the truck on the highway and escaped. Those people …"
Chen Zhao's expression darkened. Those people had all been touched by Chen Zhao's Perfect Medicine. They wouldn't die immediately.
If they were found by the police, wouldn't his efforts be for nothing?
"I set the truck on fire before I left," Klaus said.
"Oh, that's more like it … But you rented the truck, right? Are you sure the police won't find you? "
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