Heavy machine guns swept and missiles washed the floor.

This method of destroying corpses and destroying traces can be called madness, and the trench is inhumane!

The aftermath of the missile only affected a radius of about 100 meters, but the movement caused by it made the already panicked highway even more disorderly.

A large number of cars, out of the smooth cement road, turned to the irregular Gobi, regardless of the damage to the car, began to run back to the road.

Some of the vehicles picked up speed and crossed that stretch.

Dean slid down the dirt slope and returned to the car: "Neil, we must get out of here!" ”

Neil's little face was also pale from the sound of the explosion.

She was a little helpless and said, "But my brother..."

"In front," Dean started the car and continued to drive forward: "The funeral company's vehicle has passed, and we will catch up directly from the Gobi. ”

The Gobi is no more potholes than the grasslands.

Ordinary cars are not only easy to be scratched by raised stones to the chassis, but also easy to sink into some sand pits and can't move directly.

Dean's car, which was originally a dilapidated second-hand car, did not dare to drive in this kind of area for a long time, and after passing through the jammed area of the road a little, he turned back again.

Not much.

They reconnected to the convoy in front of them.

"Whew~ What happened just now, it scared me to death." , Neil is still in shock.

When she was in England, she had never encountered anything like it.

"It's supposed to be a gang fight."

Dean rambled casually.

In fact, he immediately thought of the heavy cannon he found in the Santoni garage before.

This time, it may be the person from the unknown force.

"Where can there be such an exaggerated gang...", Neil glanced at Dean and was about to say something, when suddenly there was a buzzing noise in the sky.

She looked out.

It turned out to be two helicopter gunships, flying from the opposite direction towards the position where the previous battle had been fought.

On the other side of the road, police cars and armed personnel carriers with flashing lights also appeared one after another, hurrying behind the helicopter gunships.

Looks like.

The appearance of missiles not only alarmed the police in Las Vegas, but even the nearby garrisons!

"It's a big deal."

Dean rubbed his eyes.

He didn't expect the ambush to run away.

This group of people is so good that they can't die, and the location of the ambush is estimated to be within the range of military radar, otherwise the garrison would not have reacted so quickly, let alone those patrolling the streets.

"No~", Neil interrupted Dean's thoughts and handed over a pair of sunglasses: "Dean, you belong to light-colored eyes, if the weather is good, it is best to wear sunglasses outside." ”

"Thank you."

Dean reached for his sunglasses.

The blue eyes are not good at all.

Sensitive and photophobic.

That's it.

The car snapped and pressed over something.

Dean hurriedly looked in the rearview mirror, and then his pupils shrank.

It was a bloody arm!

"What's wrong?"

Neil also felt the vibration of the car just now, but didn't think much about it, after all, the most important thing on the road in Las Vegas is small pebbles.

"I've got a little gadget, I'll take a look, you're waiting for me in the car."

Dean pulled a pistol from his waist, opened the safe, and glanced around the road to make sure no one was ambushed on the side of the road before walking towards the severed hand.

The flesh marks on this arm are very fresh.

From experience, it is estimated that it will be less than half an hour after leaving the living person, and the main injury is that the joints are torn, and as for the bloody surface, you have to ask the passing cars.

Dean got out of the car, not out of curiosity, but because he suspected that the owner of the arm belonged to a convoy of off-road vehicles that had been ambushed earlier.

"But this place is not close to the previous battlefield, so it can't be bombed." Dean walked out of the road, took off his sunglasses, and took a closer look at the tracks.

Wind and sand swept here.

The general traces disappear quickly.

But if you look closely, you can still see some of the overwhelmed yellow weeds.

Dean walked in and took a look.

Sure enough, around the weeds, tire prints of off-road vehicles and bullet casings buried in the wind and sand were found.

Sweep around, dusty.

Large chunks of minced flesh, blood, and a bullet casing the size of Dean's entire middle finger appeared in front of him.

"I guessed wrong before, it's not an ambush at all, it's a chase, the unknown force belongs to the pursuers, and the group of blacks driving the off-road vehicle belong to the people who fled for their lives!"

Where the missiles are covered, it is not at all the first battle site.

Dean suspects that the appearance of the missile is to attract the attention of the investigation!

Drag on for two days.

The Gobi landform will clean up all traces.

"Forget it, I can't afford to mess with the forces that can play missiles, this experience point, don't earn it!" Dean was about to return to the car when he smacked and nearly tripped over.

Look down.

Boy.

And the owner of the arm fell at his feet.

It may be that the land is relatively low-lying.

Under the cover of wind and sand.

He hadn't really noticed.

Dean noticed that on the surface of the mutilated corpse, the blood stains had gathered and condensed into a special pattern, and when he squatted down to take a look, he realized that this was the kind of branded tattoo that caused the blood to gush out and the dirt was here.

"This pattern... It's so familiar! ”

Think for a moment.

Dean was sure that he had seen the pattern, but for a while, he didn't remember where he saw it.

Neil was still waiting in the car, and Maas's funeral could not be delayed.

Dean simply took out his phone, took a photo and sent it to Harry, and left a message asking him what kind of tattoo culture this is, then simply cleaned up the surrounding traces and returned to the car.

Neil isn't stupid either.

She saw blood on the road.

However, seeing that Dean didn't mean to explain, her lips squirmed twice, and finally chose to shut up.

Mom said that men don't like women to talk too much.

...

Maas's funeral was full of twists and turns.

Because of sudden events.

The convoy lost contact with many people halfway through.

When Neil and Dean arrived at the cemetery, the funeral company had prepared everything, but there were only a dozen people left to mourn.

Fortunately, the priest was still there.

After a eulogy.

Maas's coffin was put into a deep pit that had been dug.

People lined up in turn to deliver flowers.

Neil, who was already a little relieved, couldn't help but shed tears again under the support of the atmosphere.

That's a bargain for Dean.

When a woman is most easily overcome, she is often in a time of emotional ups and downs.

The funeral is over.

Neil is already snuggled in his arms...

...

Jingle bell~

Morning.

Dean was woken up by the ringing of the phone, and reluctantly pulled his arm from the lump of soft flesh and answered the phone: "... Harry, you ruined my perfect morning. ”

"Dean, where did you get that pattern?" Harry was emotional: "That's the damn Thurin gang sign, their people killed my good friend!" ”

"What pattern?"

"It's the damn pattern you sent me!"

"This is a gang of fans in Las Vegas, Dean, where are you now?"

"Las Vegas, alright, man, calm down, I'll be back in the afternoon."

Hang up.

Dean lost his sight.

Faction...

He finally remembered where he had seen this pattern!