Holding his nose, Bolton stared at the smoking truck.
He only wanted to take a look at the carriage that had been burnt to a crisp, and then he vomited.
The other officers did the same. They all vomited.
Inside were densely packed charred corpses.
The corpses of more than three hundred people were all scorched.
"Dawes, any clues?"
"This car passed by here at the same time yesterday. The surveillance cameras recorded it."
"Who does this car belong to?"
"The rental company."
"Who rented it?"
"Fake identity."
"The driver saw the checkpoint ahead, so he got off and escaped. Did the cameras capture his face?"
"No, the driver is very experienced. He always wears a hat."
"Oh, why is there a checkpoint here?"
"It's said that the police station in this area received news that a batch of drugs was going to be transported from San Diego to Los Angeles, so they arranged this checkpoint. I didn't expect this car to be stopped."
"Something's not right."
…
"Mr. West, are you sure it's okay?"
"It's fine. I just gave the police station a fake clue."
"If the president finds out, he won't let us go."
"If we don't say anything, no one will know," West said. West said, "The president did it out of impulse for revenge. However, there was a stench in the air all day yesterday. According to his request, a third of the more than a hundred people were buried in the ground in less than half an hour. Today, there are only a dozen people left. I reckon that they will all be dead before the president returns."
"Most importantly," West said gloomily, "after these gang members died, their resentment increased. At least one-tenth of them became evil spirits."
Usually, the chance of becoming an evil spirit was very low, around one in a thousand.
However, one-tenth of the dead had become evil spirits. That was already a terrifying chance.
However, this also showed how cruel Chen Zhao was.
"Actually, you should tell the president directly."
"I'm not stupid. If the president doesn't vent his anger, he'll vent it on us later."
West was a sly old fox. He was the one who came up with the idea, but he still dragged Klaus into it.
Chen Zhao wasn't stupid. Plus, Klaus lived next door.
Of course, Chen Zhao's ears would hear his call.
Although he was depressed, he pretended that he didn't know.
Transporting hundreds of corpses back to the headquarters was indeed a lack of consideration.
If it was shipped to his house, he wouldn't be happy either.
Klaus and Wester dealt with the corpses behind his back, which helped him solve his problem.
However, Chen Zhao couldn't let go of Basaco, who'd managed to escape.
Looks like I still have to make a trip tonight.
…
"What a sinful country."
Mahej looked at the report in disgust.
Fei Sha narrowed her eyes as she watched the news.
Fei Sha stood up and said to Cyberra, "Teacher, I'm going to San Diego."
"Are we going now? It's too dangerous. "
"Teacher, these people died so miserably. They must be filled with resentment. Furthermore, there's a huge number of them. Don't you think that they have a high chance of transforming into the Thousand-faced Demon Spirit?"
Cybola looked at the horrifying scene on the news.
"Teacher, if we can control a Thousand-faced Demon Spirit, we'll have a higher chance of dealing with the Magic Palace."
"This clearly wasn't done by an ordinary person. They'll probably have to make a Thousand-faced Demon Spirit to deal with it. Also, it's extremely evil. If you meet him, you'll probably die," Mahej reminded him. "Moreover, the people from the Magic Palace have always been nosy, so they definitely know about this matter. Since it's so close to them, there's no reason for them to just stand by and watch. If you go there, you might meet them again."
"That's great. If the culprit really wants to make a Thousand-faced Demon Spirit, he'll definitely take these corpses back. If the Magic Palace can meet him, they can fight to the death. This will give us a chance. What do you think, Teacher?"
"Err …" Cybola hesitated. He glanced at Mahej and Fei Sha.
Both Mahej and Faisha's attitude was clear, and their words were reasonable.
Cybola looked at X-9, who was standing at the side.
"X-9, what do you think?"
"According to my calculations, we can go," X-9 replied.
…
"I think this is an evil ritual of some lunatic," Bolton said.
"I think it's an organ trafficking organization. Their goal is to sell organs." Dawes' thoughts were the complete opposite of Bolton's.
As police officers, they needed to have a motive when they were investigating a case.
An accurate motive could provide them with more clues and further reasoning.
"Dawes, are you out of your mind? Be it the Mexican gang or the Colombian gang, they're also involved in organ trafficking. Why would anyone want to target them?"
"Why not? I think this is the most likely possibility. First of all, whether it's the Colombian gang or the Mexican gang, they were killed. We can't do our best. Don't deny it … this is the truth. Why can't they kill their own people?"
"But if they really want organs, why didn't they just remove the organs in San Diego? Why did they take so many people away?"
"Err … maybe they're not a local force. They don't want to be exposed here."
"No matter what the motive is, we don't have any extra clues now," Dawes said.
"No, according to my speculation, they're here to carry out some evil ritual. Then they'll probably come to steal the bodies. I think we should protect the bodies."
"Protect the bodies? Are you kidding me? Right now, there are hundreds of corpses piled up in the truck. The morgue can't fit so many corpses. Our police station doesn't have enough manpower to protect hundreds of corpses. Moreover, this is just your speculation. "
"No, I want to move the burned truck to the underground parking lot of our police station," Bolton said. "Here, we have a complete defense system. We don't need to send any special forces. If someone really steals the bodies, our colleagues in the police station can rush to the scene immediately."
"You want to put hundreds of burnt bodies in the underground parking lot of our police station? This is not a good idea. Even the sight of it gives me the creeps."
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