A young man with long brown and black hair with messy hair staggered into the police station. He was holding a camera in his hand, and his face was filled with endless panic and shock.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" asked a police officer.

"I...I...I want to report the case!" The young man stuttered and raised the camera in his hand.

...

Night, Texas, outlying suburbs, farm huts.

According to common sense, it should have been quiet here, but at this moment, the lights are bright and noisy. The members are fully armed and their expressions are serious. The uniforms with Texas PD printed on them indicate their identity. Police cars stopped around surrounded the farm huts. The police lights flashed, and the red and blue light added a tense to an almost solidified atmosphere.

However, they just surrounded the place without taking action, although they could basically use the firepower in their hands to cover the hut with the destructive blow.

"Sir, we have made arrangements for the place as per your request, and the traffic road leading to it has been completely blocked," a captain reported to the director who was also wearing a police uniform with a gray buzz head.

"Very good." The director nodded.

"Sir, what about the next order?" the captain hesitated and asked.

"The next command is to keep the troops in motion." The director glanced at him, "We are only responsible for getting here, and leave the rest to those who will arrive later."

"This is a big case!" The captain seemed a little anxious, "If the murderer is found..."

"John!" the director cried, "I know you need credit, but some things need to be left to more professionals."

"We are police, the director..." The captain felt a little confused, and then seemed to have figured out something, "Are they from the FBI?"

"No, it's a department that I don't know. The order my superiors notified me is to keep here, and after they arrive, they will hand over the scene to them and follow the command... Okay, don't ask more questions about what you shouldn't know!" said the director.

As soon as the words came to an extreme, the sound of rotors slashing into the sky came from the sky, attracting their attention.

"Here you come." said the director.

Under the moonlight, a military transport aircraft broke through the clouds and appeared. It was a newly developed CH-47F Chinook helicopter. It was just transferred to the test center in Fort Campbell, Kentucky three months ago. Military service personnel from the 7th Battalion of the 101st Division of the US Air Force Commando tested the maneuverability, safety and maintainability of the various systems of the "Chinook" military aircraft under military conditions. This experiment lasted at least half a year before a detailed and accurate report was obtained. However, at this moment, it has been applied by this organization!

Under the gaze of the police, the military transport helicopter landed in an open space, with the cabin doors wide open, and a team of fully armed operators quickly walked down from above. Compared with them, the police's fully armed clothes were more like refugees.

After getting off the car, these operators began to block the takeover scene with a cold expression. The division of labor was clear and orderly. Most of the policemen present didn't recognize the various equipment and weapons. They set up warning lines, set up weapons to prevent them, and used instruments to measure them. Two words were revealed on their bodies - professionalism.

The director suddenly felt a little ashamed. He originally thought that his subordinates could gather here so late to block the streets so quickly, so he was so cautious that his opponents had good discipline and training. But now, if the other party was a disciplined army, his own people were a group of villagers who were forced to go to the battlefield with picks...

The most attractive thing is that the man who got off the plane at the end was covered with a mask connected to the gas pipe, which was connected to the small car with oxygen cylinders that someone helped to unload the plane. You can tell at a glance that he must be the commander, after all, he definitely has no combat power.

There were no other signs on their bodies except for the badge of a semi-decayed world tree.

Just as the director was about to go forward to say hello and introduce the situation, an operator with only eyes, nose and mouth exposed all over his body stopped him, and was too lazy to make up a department: "We are the relevant department, and we are now accepting it here. Please lead your subordinates to evacuate and block all roads that can lead them to this place immediately."

"...Okay." The director knew what to ask and what not to ask. After seeing the badge of the semi-dead world tree, he waved his hand to order his subordinates to finish work. Except for the captain, the other police officers breathed a sigh of relief. Everyone was a fry who had been in the police station for so long. What could be cheap and what could not be affected or had the ability to distinguish. After so many people came, they seemed to be difficult to mess with. Obviously, this was a pool of muddy water. Everyone was just a mess with their wages. Who wanted to have a life of life?

After all the police cars and police evacuated, an armed person pressed the headset and reported the situation: "Minister, the control of the scene has been completed, and no signs of life have been observed in the house."

"The action begins." Professor Schneider said.

He did not arrange the meticulous division of labor. As a qualified leader, he needed to control the decisions in the general direction. If he needed to arrange specific actions, it would only mean that he was very failed.

After a command, the executive department personnel quickly began to act. The strong man in the lead kicked open the door and rushed in directly. However, the next second he suddenly braked and stopped. The operation personnel behind him who were about to enter were very good and reacted quickly so they did not directly hit him.

"What's going on?" Schneider, who noticed this scene, frowned and asked.

"Blood, blood is everywhere, on the walls, on the ceiling, on the ground, everywhere, and it seems to have special shapes," the strong man took his feet back. Even though he was a war-torn scene, he couldn't help frowning when he saw the scene in front of him, "I'm worried about destroying the traces of the scene."

"Eliminate safety hazards, the survey team will enter together to take samples and keep certificates." Professor Schneider made a decisive decision.

The operators made quick adjustments and started the action.

“Living room is safe.”

“Kitchen safety.”

“Bedroom safety…”

"Cellar...Mazefak!"

An angry curse came from the headset, and Professor Schneider's hand clenched in an instant, and even subconsciously held his breath.

However, there was no expected gunfire or battle sounds appear next, but a dead silence.

"…the cellar... should be safe." After a moment, the sound from the headset was a little low.

"Should?" Professor Schneider frowned.
Chapter completed!