Starting from the Dragon Clan

Chapter 115 The Incident
A white-skinned young man with brown black long hair and disheveled hair staggered into the police station, holding a camera in his hand, with endless panic and shock on his face.

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

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

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Night, Texas, outer suburbs, farm cabins.

According to common sense, there should be no one here, but at this moment, the lights are bright and the sound is noisy. They are all armed and their faces are serious. The uniforms with Texas PD on their bodies show their identities. The police cars parked around the farm hut Surrounded by groups, the police lights flashed, and the red and blue lights added to the tense and almost frozen atmosphere.

However, they just surrounded the place without taking any action, even though the firepower in their hands could basically carry out a cover-and-destroy blow to the hut.

"Sir, according to your request, we have deployed defenses here, and the traffic road leading here has been completely blocked," a team leader reported to the chief with a gray cropped head and also wearing a police uniform.

"Very good." The chief nodded.

"Sir, what's the next order?" The captain asked hesitantly.

"The next order is to stand still." The director glanced at him, "We are only responsible for getting here, and the rest will be handed over to those who will arrive later."

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

"John!" The director stopped in a low voice, "I know you need credit, but some things need to be handed over to more professional people."

"We are the police, chief..." The captain felt a little puzzled, and then seemed to understand something, "Is it someone from the FBI?"

"No, it's a department that I don't know about. My superiors gave me an order to hold this place. When they arrive, I will hand over the scene to them and obey the command...Okay, don't ask if you shouldn't know! " said the chief.

As soon as the words fell to the extreme, the sound of rotors splitting the air came from the sky, attracting their attention.

"Here we come," said the chief.

Under the moonlight, a military transport plane broke through the clouds and appeared. It was a newly developed CH-47F Chinook helicopter. It had just been transferred to the test center in Fort Campbell, Kentucky three months ago. The military service members of the 101th Battalion of the 7st Division tested the maneuverability, safety and maintainability of the various systems of the "Chinook" military aircraft under military conditions. This experiment will last for at least half a year before a detailed and accurate report can be obtained. However, at this moment, it has already been used by this organization!
Under the watchful eyes of the police, this military transport helicopter landed in an open space, the hatch was slashed open, and a group of fully armed operational personnel quickly stepped down from it. .

After getting out of the car, these operatives began to seal off the takeover site with stern faces. The division of labor was clear and orderly. Most of the various equipment and weapons in their hands were unknown to the police present. Using instruments to measure, two words are revealed all over the body-professional.

The director suddenly felt a little ashamed. Originally, he thought that his subordinates could quickly gather here so late to block the streets and take such precautions, which was already a good discipline and well-trained opponent. But now, if the opponent is a well-disciplined army member It was a group of villagers who were forced to go to the battlefield with pickaxes...

What attracted the most attention was the man who got off the plane at the end. His face was covered by a mask connected to the air pipe. The air pipe was connected to the car with oxygen cylinders that someone helped unload the plane at the end. It's the commander, after all, he definitely has no fighting power.

Apart from a half-decayed world tree badge, they don't have any other marks on their bodies.

Just as the chief was about to go up to say hello and introduce the situation, an operative with only his eyes, nose and mouth exposed stopped him, and he didn't even bother to make up a department: "We are the relevant department, and we will take over here now, please lead immediately Your men evacuate and block all roads leading here."

"...Okay." The chief understands the truth of what to ask and what not to ask. After seeing the badge of the half-decayed world tree, he waved his hand and ordered his subordinates to call it a day. Except for the captain who was a little dissatisfied, the other policemen breathed a sigh of relief. Everyone is an old fritter who has been in the police station for so long and can tell what can be cheap and what can't be done. With so many people who don't look easy to mess with, it is clear that this is a pool of muddy water. Everyone is just a mixed salary. It's okay. Who wants to risk their lives?

After all the police cars and policemen evacuated, an armed man pressed the headset to report 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 didn't arrange the detailed division of labor. As a qualified leader, what he needs to control is the general direction of decision-making. If he needs to arrange specific actions, it can only show that he has failed.

After the order was issued, the staff of the executive department quickly started to act. The leading strong man kicked open the door and was about to rush in, but the next second he slammed on the brakes and stopped. The reaction was quick so that it didn't hit directly.

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

"Blood, there is blood everywhere, on the wall, on the ceiling, on the ground, everywhere, it seems to have a special shape," the strong man withdrew his feet, even though he had experienced many battles, he saw the scene in front of him and smelled it. I couldn't help frowning when I heard the strong stench, "I'm worried about destroying the traces of the scene."

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

Operators quickly made adjustments and began to act.

"The living room is safe."

"Kitchen safe."

"Bedroom safe..."

"Cell... Mazefak!"

An angry curse came from the headset, and Professor Schneider's hands were clenched instantly, and he even subconsciously held his breath.

However, there was no sound of gunfire or battle as expected, but a dead silence.

"...the cellar...should be safe." A moment later, the voice from the headset was a little low.

"Should?" Professor Schneider frowned.

"There are a lot of dead bodies in the cellar, and the blood should come from these people." The strong man looked at the scene in front of him, which he called hell on earth, without exaggeration, "There are a lot of them."

　I asked a few bosses what to do in daily life...the answers I got in the end were surprisingly consistent...that is to download a dungeon!
　　Huskies, strike!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)