Brian stood in the yard of the farm, hunched over, gasping for air, and at his feet was a foul-smelling cloud of vomit that he had just vomited.

It turned out that Brian had just walked into the factory and was frightened by the sight in the corridor, which was the first time he had seen such a cruel scene. For a moment, he only felt a throbbing pain in his stomach, and he didn't care about anything else, he rushed out and threw up outside.

Brian wiped his mouth with a tissue, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

To this day, the scene of purgatory on earth in the corridor still echoes in his mind. He only felt a chill all over his body, and subconsciously shivered, at this time, he deeply felt the lawlessness of the drug dealer.

At this point, an FBI agent walked up to Brian and said:

"How are you?"

"It's okay, I'm fine."

Brian shook his head, squeezing out a forced smile at the FBI agent.

"It's tragic inside."

The FBI agent sighed.

"yes, this is the first time I've seen it."

"Me too, I don't think I can eat anything today."

Brian heard the FBI agent say this, and smiled at him, showing the same expression as everyone else.

The F.B.I. agent raised his arm and pointed to a garage-like tin house next to the factory, and said:

"Where's not been searched."

Brian looked at the tin room and said:

"I'll help you."

"Okay."

The FBI agent laughed.

Brian followed the FBI agents to the front of the tin house, and he and the FBI agents opened the iron door left and right, and inside was a pile of cardboard boxes and messy debris.

The FBI agent looked at these things, frowned, and said dissatisfiedly:

"It's really troublesome, we're all about to collect garbage."

Brian shrugged his shoulders from the side, and said:

"I'd rather clean up the garbage than dispose of the bodies."

"That's right."

The FBI agent nodded, leaned over and began to talk about the cardboard boxes moving out of the iron house.

Brian also hurriedly stepped forward and threw the cardboard boxes and garbage in the iron house outside with the FBI agents.

Soon, they cleared a space for the iron house, only to see a pull ring on the floor, and the iron plates around it had a slight shaking sensation when stepped on, obviously there should be a basement or something underneath.

Brian kicked the hoop with his foot, put his hands on his waist, frowned, and said:

"What's down here?"

"I don't know," the FBI said, standing next to Brian, "there's no drugs down there, right?" ”

"Preferably drugs." Brian pursed his lips, and the scene inside the factory came to his mind again, and he hurriedly said, "I hope it's not a corpse again, my stomach can't stand it anymore." ”

"Open it and take a look."

The FBI agent bent down and tried to pull up the hoop, but the hoop was so tight that he didn't pull it away.

"Locked?"

Brian asked.

"I don't know, shouldn't I?"

The FBI agent used both hands to hold on to the hoop and pull it upwards with force, but the hoop remained unmoved.

Seeing that he couldn't drag him alone, Brian hurriedly stepped forward to pull the hoop with him, but they didn't pull the hoop away with all their strength.

Brian looked at the iron ring on the ground suspiciously, could it be that it was locked underneath?

The FBI agent raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, took a breath, and said:

"I'm going to look for the tools, maybe there's something critical down there."

Brian frowned, thought for a moment, and then said:

"Why don't you wait for a professional to deal with it."

The FBI agent laughed, patted Brian on the shoulder, and said:

"We are professionals, you wait for me, I'll go get the tools and come back."

Brian nodded, stepped out of the iron house and stood aside, while the FBI agent ran towards the convoy outside the compound.

※※※※※※

Rorschach stood at the door of the factory, Livira stood silently beside him, and Reggie reported to his boss in the inner room.

Rorschach turned her head and asked Liviera:

"How many bodies have been found?"

Livira rubbed her head, sighed and said:

"There are 15 corridors, there are about 20 rooms on the first floor, 12 under the floor of the room, and the second floor has not been seen."

"So many ......," Rorschach said in a deep voice, narrowing his eyes, "it seems that this must alarm the old men of the Ministry of Justice." ”

"Well," Liviera nodded, "I don't know what will happen to the above." ”

"I don't know." Rorschach shrugged, "However, a joint team should be formed to deal with this case." ”

Liviera's eyes lit up, she looked at Rorschach and said:

"Sheriff, will you be involved?"

"Me?" Rorschach smiled, then shook his head and said, "I'm just a small local sheriff, how could I be involved in such a big case, I guess they will send the elite of the FBI to deal with it." ”

"FBI elite......" Liviera turned her head to look at the inner room, and Reggie's voice occasionally came from inside, "Is this the FBI elite?" ”

"Well," Rorschach said, "he's also a senior agent at the FBI, and he's paid a lot more than we do." ”

"Well," Liviera sighed and said helplessly, "and you have a point." ”

"By the way," Rorschach looked at Rivera, "this is Carlos Bella's property?" ”

"Yes," Liviera nodded, "but now this guy is missing." ”

"Who is the person behind him?"

Rorschach didn't believe Carlos alone could do anything so big.

"Newmanz Diaz," Liviela said, "we were going to get Carlos and then sue the big snake Neumanz Diaz." ”

"Newmanz Diaz...... "Write down the name," Rorschach said, "and now it seems that he is not only a big snake, but also a big drug lord." ”

"Yes, now that I think about it, how could someone who can do smugglers in Mexico give up such a lucrative business as drug trafficking."

"Indeed, these are the most profitable ...... to buy and sell"

Rorschach nodded.

While Rorschach and Livira were discussing the case, her new boss called her, apparently to learn what was going on.

Rorschach saw Livira answer the phone and decided to go out and get some air.

He walked out of the factory, the sunlight outside the door was dazzling, and he quickly raised his palm to block the sunlight.

Suddenly, Rorschach heard Brian's voice.

"Sir!"

Rorschach turned his head to see Brian standing in front of the iron house at the other end of the yard.

"What are you doing there?"

Rorschach asked, looking at him.

Brian hurriedly ran towards Rorschach, and said as he ran:

"There's an underground entrance here."

Rorschach waited until Brian ran in front of him, and asked puzzledly:

"What entrance did you just say?"

"An underground entrance ......"

Brian hurriedly explained.

"I see."

After listening to Brian's explanation, Rorschach sighed in his heart, hoping that there would be no more corpses below, there were enough dead people.

At this time, the FBI agent who went to get the tool had returned, and Brian hurriedly said to Rorschach when he saw this:

"Sir, I'm going to help."

With that, Brian turned around and ran like an iron house.

Rorschach was about to nod his head, when he suddenly felt a tightness in his heart.

He looked at Brian and shouted:

"Brian, come back!"

As soon as Rorschach's words fell, a boom suddenly sounded in his ears!

A loud bang was accompanied by a huge fire, and the iron house was instantly blown to pieces, and the hot waves spread out in all directions with a deafening loud sound.

In the nick of time, Rorschach turned on the "Purification Shield", but Brian was already tossed into the air by the shockwave from the explosion.