Several women's bodies were trembling slightly.

There was no response.

Only one of the redheads slowly tapped his head, indicating that he understood what the other person was saying.

Approaching the women, Ethan took a closer look.

Confinement, perhaps.

Or maybe it was half forced and half voluntary, these women did not have serious rope strangulation marks on their hands and feet, and although their bodies were purple and blue, according to their own experience, these were not violently beaten.

It's all traces of something too rough.

Given the kind of film they made, and the scene they had just seen, some bruises were normal.

It is also possible to be contained.

Sometimes controlling a person doesn't have to be by a rope.

Flour, money.

These are all excellent means of manipulating these girls, especially some lone worms, as long as there is a mouthful, it is no problem for her to kneel down and lick her toes.

Ethan also stopped talking.

Despite deliberately muffling the sound, there is still a risk of being recognized.

There was nothing to see in the room either.

He shook his head after a turn, this is just a shooting workshop, there will be no money or anything like that waiting to be looted, the only valuable thing may be those freshly shot tapes stacked next to it.

With critical thoughts, Ethan grabbed a few and threw them into space.

"If any of you are coerced."

Before he walked out of the door, he couldn't help but lower his voice and said hoarsely: "Just stay here, the police should come soon." ”

That's what they are.

It's cold and snowy outside, and running around is more likely to kill people.

It's better to stay in your room to be safe.

After making sure that there were no fish that slipped through the net, he quickly left the small building, and after cleaning up the footprints outside, Ethan took the branch in his hand and squinted into the distance.

The night is dyed blue.

The sirens whistled much faster than expected.

Ethan hurriedly threw it on the branch and quickly got into the broken Toyota, and after a roar, the car quickly disappeared into the night.

Bunker didn't even have a chance to report it.

Not long after the gunshots rang out, the police station received a call from a passerby.

Shortly after the campaign office was attacked, a furious Brock immediately informed everyone and quickly rushed to the scene in a patrol car to suppress the situation.

Looking at the unanswered phone, Bunker was apprehensive.

No way.

He put the phone away.

There is a slaughterhouse in front of it, and one can only hope that the guy has left the scene and not hit him head-on.

Police cars from all over converged.

Bunker quickly turned the steering wheel, and the patrol car rushed behind Brock, who was in the lead, and the sheriff was now much tougher because of his support for Ethan's governing ideas.

You can't always say you support it, but in reality it's soft.

Besides.

He is the one who has benefited the most from strengthening the police department.

"Huh!"

Shortly after crossing the railway, the vehicle in front suddenly turned on its brake lights, and the locked tires slid forward.

"Shet."

Bunker broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly slammed on the brakes.

There was a muffled thud, and Brock's car was slammed into it by him, and the butt of the car instantly sank a large piece.

A succession of brakes sounded.

Several patrol cars in the back came to a halt and staggered to the side.

"Waterfa?"

Siobhan hurriedly got out of the car, looked at the two cars that collided in front of him, and quickly wiped his cold sweat: "What are you doing here, almost most of the vehicles in the police department will be scrapped here." ”

Brock, who got out of the car in a hurry, didn't have time to talk to her.

The guy cursed in his mouth, drew his gun and flew to the front of the car, bending down to look underneath.

The people behind hurriedly followed.

Only then did they find a white man lying on the ground, and Brock's car could have crushed his head like a watermelon a dozen centimeters further.

Half of the man's face was swollen, and several teeth were missing from it.

Seeing this, the people behind looked at each other.

Luckily, the brakes were timely.

"Alive."

Brock let go of the fingers that were holding the other party's neck, and said with a calm face: "Call an ambulance, come over a while later, this guy may freeze to death." ”

"It's a Brotherhood person."

Noticing the tattoo on the other's forehead, Amy identified the other party's identity and pulled out her gun.

Raven pressed the walkie-talkie and called for ambulance support.

The others pulled out their pistols and followed Brock as they walked towards the factory building in front of them.

Bunker was particularly nervous.

He was afraid of bumping into Ethan, except for Raven in the back, there are a total of five guns here now, don't indiscriminately hurt him.

"Buzz."

Just then, the phone in the pocket vibrate.

"What's over there?"

Cruz noticed something and hurriedly motioned for everyone to look in the other direction.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Bunker hid behind the crowd.

Quietly took out the phone.

On the screen overlay, the number with the abbreviation M sends a smiling little yellow face.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh my God."

Brock took two steps forward in shock, looked at the dead naked man lying on his back in the snowdrift and exclaimed, "What the hell is going on?" ”

"Raven."

The sheriff grabbed the bald head hard and yelled at the back, "Ambulance, more ambulances are needed." ”

It's already like this out there.

I can't imagine what happened inside.

The tactical flashlight turned on, and a group of people followed the shallow footprints on the ground to the corridor, a place full of dust that they would never miss if it was often passed.

Be careful to go up the stairs.

The light and shadow of the tactical flashlights swayed, and they couldn't help but hold their breath.

The fingers were also quietly put on the trigger.

"Don't move!"

The figure above flashed, and Brock roared excitedly: "Banshee Town Police Station." ”

"Bang~"

Under the high level of tension, after issuing a warning, he immediately pressed the trigger and fired two shots in succession, leaving small craters in the wall with whistling bullets.

"Don't Shoot!!"

The woman's screaming voice rang out: "Don't shoot, that person is gone." ”

A series of playful glances fell on him, and Brock waved his hand expressionlessly, although he was a little embarrassed.

A few people from behind ran up quickly.

When I came to it, I found a coolly dressed woman squatting down with her head in her hands.

Arrange for Siobhan to take care of each other.

The rest of the people walked in carefully, and the blood stains on the plastic curtain gave them a bad premonition.

Exclamations rang out one after another.

Being shot is already a pediatrician, and wiping his neck is acceptable despite shock, but when he saw the person whose stomach was cut open, the male policeman Raven couldn't help but rush out of the room and lean on the corner of the wall and vomited violently.

This scene, which seems to be after the perverted murderer is raging, also makes the corners of Bunker's eyes twitch.

He scratched his head and let out a heavy breath.

(End of chapter)