Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 49 Dennis Serra

Sharp sirens sounded everywhere, and security police cars with flashing red and blue lights were parked on the side. Uniformed security officers were walking in twos and threes, some activating equipment and some maintaining order.

A yellow warning tape has cordoned off an area, and a temporary road sign reading "Closed Ahead" has been set up to block off this section of the road and prevent unrelated vehicles from entering.

"Well, we have to smoke when we go on a night mission, otherwise we won't have the energy, okay, okay."

Under the piercing gaze, the middle-aged police officer had to put out the cigarette he had just lit.

Looking at the car wreckage that was still emitting smoke, and the large dark red bloodstains that had long since dried on the road, he couldn't help but sigh: "Tsk, how bleak!"

Next to him was a young man wearing a brand new security uniform and was obviously not very old. It was he who had been staring at the middle-aged man, causing the latter to give up the idea of ​​having a cigarette.

The young man handed over a data tablet: "Master, the accident briefing is out."

The middle-aged man waved his hand, indicating that he should not look at this for the time being.

He avoided a reconnaissance drone that had just taken off and walked forward.

Not far from the wreckage of the car, a man was squatting. Noticing the middle-aged man coming, he stood up and shook his head: "The situation is very bad. 75% of the body tissue is gone, and the remaining parts are also extensively damaged. At present, we can only confirm that the cause of death is high temperature burns and penetrating injuries from sharp objects."

The middle-aged man nodded and looked at the things on the ground.

Yes, "stuff".

If we had not been told in advance, it would have been hard to imagine that the completely charred thing in front of us, with only a small ball left, was a human corpse.

"I don't understand."

The person who spoke just now, the autopsy officer, frowned. "Even an industrial-grade high-temperature welding torch cannot burn a person into this state in such a short period of time. We have searched the surrounding area and cannot find any remaining body tissue."

"But if the murderer took it away, why would he leave this part behind?"

The autopsy officer said, "He didn't take away the 'heart', 'eyes', 'bones' or anything like that. These are 'mementos' commonly used in ritual crimes. Could it be that he just picked them randomly?"

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment and looked at the young man, his apprentice: "What does the surveillance say?"

The apprentice shook his head: "There is no surveillance on this section of the mountain road, but we found this."

He clicked on a picture of a bazooka found on a nearby hill.

Just as the apprentice was about to say something, a loud rumbling sound suddenly sounded in the distance.

Hearing this voice, the middle-aged man's expression changed slightly and he spat: "Here comes the troublesome guy..."

A more accurate term is not "far away" but "above".

In the pitch-black night, two medium-sized armed helicopters were approaching this side at a speed visible to the naked eye.

From high in the sky, they cast several huge searchlight beams, revealing everything below.

The huge wind pressure seemed to lift up the grass beside the road, and the young man's hair fluttered wildly in the wind. Facing the glaring searchlight and wind pressure above, he squinted his eyes, trying his best to see everything clearly.

So, he saw it.

There is a conspicuous and huge paint pattern on the outside of the armed helicopter. The pattern consists of jade grains interwoven into a ring like olive leaves, surrounding an upright broken white porcelain palm.

There is not a single Palose person. No, it should be said that there is not a single person living in the Corporate Alliance who does not know this pattern.

It is one of the nine giant companies that sit at the top of the corporate alliance, overlooking the world.

——The corporate logo of [Emerald Pharmaceuticals]. "Warning, please evade immediately, otherwise, we will not bear any responsibility for any accidents——"

Amid the roar of its four rotors, the armed helicopter dropped several rope ladders, and eight fully armed men slid down the ladders.

They wore tactical helmets and isolation gas masks, heavy bulletproof combat uniforms, and carried assault rifles. The shortest of them was about 1.8 meters tall.

The moment they landed, this group of fully armed strong men strode into the accident scene which was supposed to be isolated from outsiders. Seeing this, the young man's expression became serious, and just as he was about to step forward, he was quickly pulled back by the frightened middle-aged man.

"Wait a minute! This is now the Security Bureau's accident handling site! Unauthorized persons are not allowed to enter--"

Someone tried to step forward and stand in front of a sturdy man. The latter's tactical eyepiece lit up red, and he silently turned on the safety of his assault rifle.

"Hey, collect it, collect it."

The next moment, a slightly frivolous voice interrupted.

The owner of the voice was a young man with short blond hair, a slightly feminine face, and looked very young.

He was standing on a flat, round anti-gravity hovercraft that emitted blue light and was slowly descending from a helicopter.

When he was five centimeters from the ground, he actually took his first step and walked towards the crowd.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Dennis Serra, senior executive of the security department of Emerald Pharmaceuticals in Plosser."

Dennis casually adjusted the collar of his carefully tailored close-fitting uniform, with an impeccable smile on his face.

He first glanced at the silent burly man not far away, and asked in a tone that sounded like an accusation: "Why don't you put away your gun? Are you really going to shoot a security officer in front of me?"

The sturdy man remained silent. He just put away his assault rifle and stood back aside.

——Fuck you.

Someone cursed inwardly.

Most members of the armed forces that have signed formal contracts with Jade Pharmaceuticals will be implanted with a control chip, and the senior management can drive them with just a thought - the burly man's action just now was obviously a show of power from the "senior executive commissioner" in front of him.

"I understand your concerns."

"However, our company has already informed you that the entire accident scene will be fully handed over to us for handling. At the same time, I will temporarily serve as your commander and the person in charge of this case. The relevant notice from the Security Bureau should be issued soon."

As if in response to his words, the personal interfaces of everyone in the Security Bureau flashed at the same time, and an urgent message signed by the Director of the Security Bureau was delivered, and the content was exactly the same as what the former said.

After saying this, ignoring the complicated expressions of the crowd, Dennis walked towards the abandoned car not far away, surrounded by the tactical forces of the strong men.

He took the data tablet recording the "On-site Autopsy Brief", quickly glanced through it, and then squatted down.

Looking at the charred and unrecognizable corpse in front of him, Dennis gradually narrowed his eyes.

He reached out his hand, picked up a ball of ashes, and rubbed it slowly between his fingertips, feeling the remaining warmth in it.

"really."

Dennis muttered under his breath.

"The smell of psychics is still so disgusting."

(End of this chapter)