Sean found out that the footprints should be a few hours ago, so he immediately made a decision, ordering everyone to stay behind with eight police officers, set up a cordon, and wait for the arrival of the follow-up men. And he himself took Charbie, Gibson and other FBI detectives, as well as six commandos armed to the teeth, and after leaving the room, he followed the footsteps of the two women when they left, along the road they came, and traced them to the abandoned, "doomsday" town.

The two women's steps were relatively small, and when they encountered uneven roads, they took a detour, which is obviously done at a certain age; Sean had been observing the walking posture of the two women, and in one place he stopped, turned his head and said, "Charby, when we read the file, do you remember the missing family?";

"You mean the Bengali family?", Charlby said, following behind Sean.

"Yes!". Sean pointed to the footprints on the ground and said, "I remember that there was a child in that family, who was about eight years old this year. You see the footprints that like to walk on the left side, and when she walked here, she stopped for a while, and the toe of her right foot stepped on the ground deeper, indicating that she had squatted on the ground, and then looked at the small shoe prints in front of her, it was clearly a child. ”。

The roads here are all loess roads, so there is almost no need to track the footprints, and Sean can see what is going on, and Charbby and the others gathered around, according to Sean's instructions, it was really like this, and Smith said next to him: "Sure, there is still a survivor?"

"Judging by the depth of the footprints and the environment, these two men passed here three hours ago!" Sean said, "It's too early to say survivors. But we've got to get tight!".

With that said, Sean quickened his pace. Follow the footsteps of two women. Hurrying forward, although I don't know what the child's situation is now, but from the woman just now who used to squat. Looking at the child's posture, it reminded him of a mother. That's right, this is Sean's own mother, and he still remembers going to school as a child. Mother is like that. One foot in front of him, one foot behind him squatted in front of him, and he also stretched out his hand to help him tidy up his clothes, and told himself that he should have a good relationship with his classmates.

However, this qiē doesn't mean much. Now there's a good chance that a group of psychopaths are involved in it; Some psychopaths take good care of you one moment, but the next moment they will cut your belly open with a knife.

Sean was trotting a little at his pace, for he had to hurry, but after five minutes he stopped, for he had come to a fork in the road which Sean had seen when they came, and he could tell that the road to the right led to the abandoned factory at the edge of the town. The other is the main road that leads directly into the middle of the town.

Sean pointed to the footprints on the ground, turned back and said, "The two women are separated here, and we have to divide our troops in two ways." ”。 Then he looked at the crowd, and then gave the order, saying, "The commando follow me, follow the road on the right, this woman who may be holding the child, Charlby, you take Smith, Feda, Farid, and Gibson, to track down the rest of the women, remember, these people may be severely mentally ill, more dangerous, be careful at all times! Is there anything else you don't understand?".

"Nope!". Sean scanned everyone's faces and found that these people had gone through a big scene, knew what it meant to listen to people's persuasion to eat well, and also understood the severity of the case. So he nodded and said, "Let's go now!"

With Sean's order, Feida, as well as Smith and others, under the leadership of Deputy Detective Detective Charbi, tracked down the road on the left, because they were all dirt roads, so Sean was not worried that these detectives would be lost.

Then Sean waved his hand at the assault team and said, "Follow me, we're going to speed up!" The commandos behind him also belong to the elite squad of the Federation. Therefore, although the body is not as good as Sean, it is definitely on par with ordinary special forces people.

So the gang followed Sean and trotted along the way to the abandoned factory that was about 800 meters away from the town.

When he arrived at the front of the factory, Sean confirmed again that the woman who was probably holding the child had indeed entered the factory, so with a wave of his hand, everyone immediately stopped.

Sean made a final order and said: "After we attack in a while, you, you, you, the three of you will attack in a triangle to cover the formation, play the vanguard in front, and if you find danger, you can shoot the target directly." But I want you to keep your eyes open, knowing that there are probably children or hostages in there. I followed in the middle, and the rest of the people broke in a protective formation. Got it?".

"Yes, sir!". The members of the commando team spoke collectively.

"Act now!". Sean finally ordered and said, the first three people of the assault team immediately became a triangular offensive crossfire formation. The first to enter the air-conditioned forest factory is open, the steel fence gate.

Sean is holding the FBI-specific large-caliber M1911 in the center, and he is fully skilled, and now he is talking about the suspension point, which means a bit of humanoid radar, and has been frantically, scanning everything in his line of sight over and over again. The three players behind him are more responsible for the break.

When Sean entered the gate of the factory, he found an old sign with the words "Animal slaughtering and processing". It turned out that this factory was responsible for slaughtering cattle and sheep and other animals when it was operating normally in the past, and to put it bluntly, it was a slaughterhouse, a combination of a meat processing plant. It seems that in the middle of the yard there are three "big strip houses", and it is clear that there are three workshops in total.

The perimeter of this place is littered with garbage and some collapsed walls. The scale is not small, including the yard, and it covers an area of nearly 3,000 square meters.

Although the sign of "Meat First Processing Workshop" is dilapidated and has been dyed with rusty red, the words on it still clearly fall into everyone's eyes. The workshop further to the right. I don't know where the brand has gone, but Sean estimates that it may be the second process. For example, reprocessing after slaughter. Canning or something. The workshop on the right is far away, and the view is blocked by the first two workshops, so it is not clear to see, but a section of the wall is exposed in the line of sight.

Sean looked at the trail of footprints. After entering the gate of the slaughterhouse, it disappeared because of the road surface in the yard of the factory. It's already that kind of cement pavement. However, Sean has the ability to track footprints, and the woman was just a few hours ago. Leaving the home of an old scoundrel posing as a police officer. Therefore, he was able to trace the traces of the other party very easily.

I saw a series of footsteps, walking on the cement road, and bypassing a few "natural garbage" on the road. Entered the first one, that is, the door of this "meat first processing workshop", but. It's just the footprints of her going in;

This shows that this woman has been in until now. Haven't come out yet. And there are no footprints of outsiders, so there are only two possibilities, the first is that there is no one in this factory except women, and the second possibility is that there are people in this factory except women, but because they entered twenty-four hours ago, and have never come out, or even walked around the yard, this makes Sean's heat tracking no trace of others.

Sean, who instantly made the above judgment, patted the shoulder of a team member in front of him, and stretched out his hand to point to the first workshop, "Meat Processing Workshop".

The team member immediately understood, so he patted the other two team members as well, and then stretched out his hand and pointed to the first workshop. Several people immediately made it clear about the target of the attack. One by one, with guns in hand, they cautiously came to the door of the first meat processing workshop. That's where the woman's footprints entered.

The two folio gates, about three meters high, were tightly locked by large iron chains. But in the middle of the gate on the right, there is a small door that is one person high.

Everyone leaned on either side of the door, and one of the team members pulled the door with his hand, but there was no lock! But in Sean's eyes, he is more sure of the other party's mental state, there must be something wrong, or an almost unscrupulous kind of madman to be able to make such a move.

After opening the door again, the team members quietly walked in, and they still maintained a close combat formation. And Sean is a person with extremely high tactical literacy, so there is no such thing as a tacit understanding in it, after all, the combat training, gestures, and defensive firepower, and the shooting range are all about the same, and it is not a large army, so there is no problem.

When everyone entered, they found that the lights in the factory were bright, but although they were fluorescent lamps, because some of them were bright, some of them might be broken, so whatever they illuminated, it seemed to be a cold black and white color.

A place that resembles a doorway tells you that it has been abandoned for a long time, and the side walls are covered with small white tiles of the same old fashion, but some of them have clearly fallen off.

After everyone passed this doorway, they turned around and entered a small corridor! Sean kept an eye on the marks on the ground, and after the woman came in, she did not put down the child, apparently continued to carry and walk, and a series of footprints kept along this small corridor and turned into a corner in front of her.

He and the commandos immediately turned into the hallway, but their sight suddenly became clear.

Large meat racks form several partitions, but since there is no cargo inside, the eyes of the public can pass through. Inside is the main body of the workshop, several large rows of slaughtering boards, placed in the ground as a whole, and the middle ones, on which are also placed human corpses that have long been disemboweled, and the internal organs have been emptied.

These people are men and women, old and young, and at the end of the line of sight, there is an automatic meat grinder, which works non-stop in the sound of "humming".

A woman stood in front of the meat grinder, looking kindly at the exit at the other end, the minced meat being squeezed out;

But what is worth everyone's attention is that an unusually tall and majestic man is carrying two slick ankles in both hands, and pressing down the raw meat in his eyes.

The man was facing away from the crowd, so it was not clear what he looked like, but it was not difficult to tell from what he was wearing, he was wearing a criss-crossed human skin t-shirt sewn from human skin, and his hair was half long.

The crowd carefully bypassed the empty shelves. I was just about to shout "Don't move, we're federal agents!". But that unusually tall and sturdy man. It's time to finish the work at hand. And go back and get another meat "raw material". But he didn't want to do this, and suddenly saw Sean and a group of commandos walking into the main workshop.

Therefore, this man subconsciously bent down and drilled directly under an iron board. And as soon as it turned, it went into the corner. The woman, on the other hand, was still looking kindly at the huge meat grinder.

Still, the tall man's behavior caught her attention. She turned her face and looked behind her. After spotting Sean and them, he smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll be there first! ”。

Sean ran away when he saw the man. Immediately rushed out. However, since he was still separated from the target by several large rows of steel slabs more than half a person high, he rushed a few steps, directly kicked the ground, jumped up, and then threw off the big stride. Leap over rows of boards.

After landing again, Sean also bent down. It drilled through the board where the tall man had just passed, and then drilled through a wall that looked like a hole at a height of more than one meter and two points.

The commandos reacted very quickly, they couldn't kill each other directly, otherwise they could shoot directly behind those shelves without goods just now. They have the right to hit each other in the leg. However, the man's lower body was hidden under a steel slab that was more than half a man high, so there was no target for them to attack. Of course, if the other party threatens themselves or something, such as holding a weapon at himself and others, even if it is baring his teeth, they can find an excuse to shoot, but this man ran away.

So the commandos, some of whom followed Sean, also rushed onto the steel boards, and some of them quickly walked around the gaps in the middle of the rows of boards.

The captain of the commando team, as he rushed to the opposite side, shouted, "Dante, Renaud, Barn! Three of them did not answer, but acted directly on the order, chasing Sean's back and following.

The commando leader and two other team members came to the woman. Grabbing the woman's arm, she faced herself, and asked aloud, "What about the child?"

"That's mine!". The woman expressed her indignation at the Commando's unreasonable behavior, but said as if understanding, "Everyone likes freshness, but I can't give it to you." Then he turned his head and looked at the meat grinder, which was still humming.

"you*mom*!", the Commando Captain raised his hand as the other man looked at the meat grinder, and a hand knife slashed at the woman's neck artery. The latter fell to the ground without saying a word.

Then the commando leader pulled out the handcuffs, crouched down and cuffed the woman, and said, "Check to see if there are any living people in here!" ......

Besides, Sean, after getting out of that very low hole, carried a gun in his right hand, full of explosive power, his two legs were flying upside down, and he was madly pursuing forward.

However, after this hole, one enters a room that looks like a storage room. The ceiling wasn't high, but it was densely packed with hooks of that kind of hanging meat.

At this time, it was hanging down and swaying, but it was not the kind of frozen pork plate (BAN, four tones). It's an individual, and the appearance of these people is obviously stronger than the appearance on the other side of the board, but it is also limited. That's because these hanging on the meat hooks are all directly inserted into the gaps in the backbone of the back by the meat hooks. There are men and women, old and young, and Sean is just a dozen eyes, and the preliminary estimate is that there must be forty or fifty. And it is clear that they were definitely hung alive. Because these people have pain, fear, distraction, despair, and any expression, so to speak.

However, the state of preservation of the bodies of these people is also different, and some of them are visibly shriveled and completely degreased. And a few, apparently fresh corpses that had just been dead for about a week.

Just as Sean was about to shield these corpses in his mind and continue to chase after the tall man, his scanner-like eyes saw a very, very fresh "corpse". This is a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, with a beautiful face and a good figure! But Sean doesn't feel much about these things at this time, but the important thing is that this woman's chest is rising and falling slightly.

Breathing?Sean made an instant judgment. This shows that this woman is not dead! Thinking of this, Sean raised his hand and shot it, "touch". With the flames erupting from the muzzle, the meat hook on it was instantly broken by his shot.

Sean hugged the girl with both hands and caught it, because he didn't know anything too advanced except for some first aid measures, so he didn't dare to take the risk of taking off the meat hook behind the girl, so he had to put her lying on her side on the ground. But at this moment, at the end of the corridor ahead, there was a sudden sound of a motor! "Humph!" and "Da ......";

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