Stockton was full of tables and chairs that had fallen to the floor, broken bottles and glasses, wine mixed with glass shards, and food such as fruit bowls.

Was there really a fight? Stockton thought.

But what about people? Since the scene is like this, there should be casualties! Why didn't you see the dead and wounded lying on the ground? Could it be that he took people away when he ran away? When did these gangsters become so professional?

Seeing that he hadn't been shot cold, Stockton couldn't help but be a little bolder, after all, he had already called for support, and when this support arrived, if he couldn't provide any information, he wouldn't be able to explain it.

With that in mind, Stockton stepped out.

Sprinting a few steps to the nearest table, Stockton immediately crouched down and used the table as cover.

After looking around, Stockton tried to rush towards the next cover.

Wait, what's that smelling so bad?

The smell of blood!

The word popped into Stockton's head.

What a strong smell of blood!

That was Stockton's second thought.

My God! What's really going on here?

It has been almost three years since he became a police officer, and in the past few hundred days, Stockton has not seen bloodshed, such as some street fights, scenes of gang members using knives and even guns against each other, Stockton has also seen them, but those incidents have never caused such a strong smell of blood to the scene.

What's really going on here? Stockton asked God again, asked himself. Stockton was told that there had been a murder here, and Stockton didn't even dare to think about how many lives had been killed here. Five, or ten? Or even more?

How long has it been since Vancouver has had so many deaths? Stockton really didn't dare to think about it!

"We're the Vancouver police, are there anyone else here?" Stockton asked suddenly in a loud voice.

No one answered.

"Anyone else?" Stockton asked again.

Still no one answered.

Stockton patiently emphasized that he was a police officer again, and this move had two intentions.

One, to test to see if there are really people here. With or without it, he can do it accordingly.

Second, convey a certain meaning.

The police are coming, don't mess around! If you haven't run yet, if you want to run, run quickly, while there is no search yet.

It's funny to watch, but this is the reality, there is a way to get along with everything, and if you don't grasp the degree, you can only be eliminated from the game.

It's like a cat and a mouse, a cat and a mouse, and the mouse will definitely take a detour. What about a cat, a hundred mice? Do rats still run around the road? Maybe, but not necessarily the cats are really scared, if there is a fight, they can attack them in groups, and at that time, it may be that the cats are going to run away, right?

Stockton is not a hard-blooded hard-willed policeman who can't tolerate sand in his eyes, so he will compromise, and the slogan just now is his way to compromise!

Still no one answered!

After waiting for a few seconds, Stockton believed it, because he had already said it so obviously, no one should be stupid enough not to run at this time, and still come to kill him as a policeman, right?

Stockton stood up, and at this moment, he felt that he had enough courage, and he felt that his waist was so straight!

Of course, he didn't put the gun back in the holster either. After glancing around, he covered his nose with one hand and forcibly endured the unpleasant smell of blood to probe around.

Soon, Stockton spotted a human head, with wide eyes and a blur of flesh and blood on the neck, with a flat notch, giving the impression that the deceased had been cut off in the head.

“Oh，My－god！” Stockton exclaimed, the gun in his hand almost pulling the trigger.

Resisting his fear, Stockton looked to the side, and found that there were multiple black humanoid pits next to him, some intact and some disorganized, with blood stains on the ground that had not completely dried up.

What's really going on here? At this moment, Stockton asked himself again, if he hadn't made sure he was still awake, he almost thought he was in hell.

Do you want to go inside? Stockton asked himself, he really didn't want to stay here any longer, it was too terrifying!

But is that all there is to it? Reinforcement is coming soon, right? Someone will definitely ask how many people died here, who died, and how would they answer?

Why don't you take a look and see whose head it is? Stockton thought.

Then let's take a look and answer later!

Keeping an eye on his feet, avoiding the daunting black humanoid pits, glass shards and bloodstains, Stockton cautiously walked towards the head.

When he arrived in front of the human head, after seeing the appearance of the human head clearly, Stockton's eyes immediately widened and exclaimed, "Ruan Hai?!" ”

Obviously, Stockton recognized this No. 2 man in the Vietnamese gang.

Is this a vendetta? Looking at Ruan Hai's already cloudy and dilated pupils, Stockton thought.

Hey, what is it?

Looking away, Stockton noticed a card with red letters on a black background next to Ruan Hai's head.

Put the gun back in the holster, take out a pair of gloves and put it on, Stockton squatted down and picked up the card, took it in his hand and looked at it, and found that he couldn't recognize what was written on it, it seemed to be a Chinese character, and turned it to the back to see that there was a red Arabic numeral '1' on it, what does this '1' mean? Ordinary number? Or does it have some special significance?

After checking it again for a while, he didn't find anything special, and Stockton couldn't figure out for a while whether this card had anything to do with Ruan Hai's death, so he simply didn't bother to think about it, put the card back on the ground, and then took out his mobile phone to take a few photos, and immediately turned around and returned. He didn't want to stay here for a moment, in such an environment, it was a miracle that he could endure it until now without throwing up!

Seeing Stockton come out, the three new neons who followed him immediately asked, "Head, how is the situation inside?" ”

Stockton said with a calm face: "I didn't see a living mouth!" ”

This sentence has two meanings, one is that the people have already run away, so they don't see it, and the other is that they are all dead, so they don't see the living mouth!

This sentence is ambiguous, and how to interpret it depends on what the listener thinks!

Xin Nen is Xin Nen, hearing Stockton's words, the first reaction was that the person ran away and didn't see it.

"Have all the people run away? Don't see any of them? ”

Stockton looked sideways, but he didn't have the heart to care about the doubts and disrespect between this new tender's words, and changed the subject: "How is the condition of these injured people?" The ambulance hasn't arrived yet? Hurry up and urge again! And the police force to support it? How many? Why hasn't it arrived yet? Hurry up and ask! ”

After a while, the police and ambulances that came to support were late.

The paramedics took care of the wounded, and the team was led by Superintendent Melton, who immediately approached Stockton and asked him about the situation there.

"Except for the injured in the hallway, no living holes were found in the hall." Speaking of this, Stockton was afraid that Melton would ask about the situation upstairs, and after talking about the hall, he wisely changed the topic: "Nguyen Hai, the second man of the Vietnamese gang, has died in the hall and has been beheaded. ”

Sure enough, Meldon's attention was immediately diverted.

"Ruan Hai is dead?" Melton asked.

"Yes, it's inside." Stockton Road.

It was then that the three new tenders who followed Stockton realized what he meant by 'not seeing a living mouth'.

"What the hell is going on? Gangster rush? Melton asked.

"It looks similar, but it shouldn't be!" Stockton Road.

Melton frowned suddenly, what kind of answer is this? But I don't have time to think about it.

"Immediately report Ruan Hai's death back to the bureau, no matter what the matter is, let them keep an eye on the various gangs in case of another large-scale firefight!" Melton commanded to those behind him.

Immediately there were subordinates who did so.

"The others followed me in to search, don't let go of any suspicious points, if you find someone, you should arrest it as soon as possible! Let's go! ”

After speaking, Melton took the lead and walked into the hall, and the police officers behind him hurriedly followed.

Stockton immediately followed Melton and said to him: "Next to Ruan Hai's head, a black card was found, the text on it was unrecognizable, and I don't know if it was related to Ruan Hai's death. ”

"Where's the card?" Melton asked.

"I took a picture, I didn't move the card, and it was still there." Stockton Road.

"Lead the way!" Melton doesn't talk nonsense either.

Avoiding the overturned tables and chairs, as well as the glass slags on the ground, the two came to the vicinity of Ruan Hai's head.

Seeing the black humanoid pits on the ground, Meldon's eyes immediately widened, and the policemen who followed behind him also saw it, and immediately exclaimed, "Oh, My-god! ”

"What's going on?"

No one answered, because they couldn't!

"Be careful, everyone, and avoid those black pits on the ground!" Stockton reminded with his nose covered.

Even if he doesn't remind him, the police know this, those black pits are terrifying to look at, no one knows how they were formed, everyone avoids them, and how can they go up without knowing whether they are alive or dead.

The police asked forensic doctors for masks, and after putting them on, they felt much better, and walked around the black pits on the ground and walked inside.

Coming to Ruan Hai's head, Stockton pointed to the card next to him and said, "This is the card!" ”

Melton put on his gloves, bent down to pick up the card, flipped it over, and found that he didn't recognize the words on it, so he said, "What about the photo you took?" Did you send it back to the bureau? Find someone to see what the hell is written on it! ”

Stockton suddenly scolded himself for being confused, he actually forgot about this stubble, quickly took out his mobile phone and sent the photo back, and then called someone to translate what was written on the card.

Melton then asked, "Why are there only human heads?" What about the rest of the site? ”

Stockton was suddenly very embarrassed, and could only honestly say: "I didn't find it!" ”

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