The sun is blazing.

In the sparse taiga, a convoy follows the only concrete road here.

A large number of armored vehicles were parked in the parking spaces temporarily cleared in the forest, and many heavily armed soldiers of the United States were distributed in the taiga to stand guard.

Obviously, something happened here that gathered a large number of Mi troops, and no one else was allowed to gather.

The convoy paused slightly at the checkpoint on the road, and only after showing the documents to the soldiers guarding the checkpoint was it allowed to continue to pass.

Andrew Morrell, who was sitting in the middle car, frowned, his eyes stared at the dense forest outside the car window, as if waiting for something.

It didn't take long for a strange situation to appear in front of me.

One tree after another broke at the waist, and it looked as if it had been hit by a huge external force.

Next to the broken trees on both sides of the road, there are many experts walking back and forth, holding various instruments to detect and record.

As the convoy continued to move forward, it became more and more obvious that the trees were broken, and every now and then there would be a blur of flesh and fiber fragments sticking to the broken tree somewhere.

The next moment, the convoy instead detoured on a makeshift path beside the road.

It was only because a car appeared on the road where it was traveling, a car that had been burned to the point that only a layer of gray-black iron shell remained.

There are a large number of fine and deep potholes on the concrete road near the wreckage of the car.

Looking through the window, Andrew Morrell could easily see that not only had the car been burned, but the entire gray-black iron shell had been flattened as if it had been hit by a huge impact.

Several experts are carefully dismantling the iron shell, digging through it to find several heavily carbonized human figures.

Staring at the crushed and burned iron shell, Andrew Morrell's gaze became more serious.

When he began to ponder, the march of the convoy did not stop because of this.

Shortly as we continue on the way, a sign appears that reads "Private estate", which means "private estate".

Ahead is the private estate of a big entrepreneur, and the cement road in this dense forest is built by this big entrepreneur.

According to the intelligence and information obtained by Andrew Morrell, this big entrepreneur is still involved in many illegal activities such as human trafficking in Southeast Asia and small pill trafficking in many parts of the Americas.

Because there was someone in the White Palace to protect him, Andrew Morrell's national security agency never touched him.

But now, this entrepreneur is afraid of ......

Andrew Morrell's eyes narrowed, remembering the crushed and burned car he had seen on the way, and the entrepreneur was now one of several humanoid cokes.

Thinking about it, the convoy slowly stopped, and it had arrived at the manor.

Andrew Morrell pushed the door and got out of the car.

After taking the mask handed over by the entourage of the convoy around him and putting it on, he took a serious look around.

And looking at everything in front of him, he couldn't help but gasp.

Mess! Dog's breakfast!

In addition to a large number of troops and experts from the country, Andrew Morrell saw a ruin.

It's hard to imagine what has been experienced here before.

Walls were collapsing, splintered concrete slabs were scattered everywhere, and broken and twisted steel bars were as if they had been subjected to some kind of tremendous force in their lifetimes.

Traces of the bombing of RPGs remain, as well as various shell casings, everywhere. The smell of gunpowder and blood permeated the place.

The body bags on one side were all covered on the ground, but there were still professionals wearing masks who found a stall of flesh and blood from the rubble, and after completing a certain amount of data recording and screening, they were stored in a new body bag.

Andrew was about to continue to take a closer look, when several people approached.

The strong man at the forefront was dressed in the uniform of the US Army. The grass green epaulettes have two silver five-pointed stars on them.

This man, Andrew recognized.

The hot military celebrity, who has made great achievements in many foreign wars at a young age, is not far from continuing to be promoted.

"Major General Chris."

Andrew smiled and stretched out his hand to the major general in front of him.

"You people in this organization can recognize anyone you see, right?"

Chris laughed and teased, and then shook Andrew's hand.

Andrew's agency has almost the highest authority in the country, and can intervene in all matters involving national security.

Chris was naturally choking him with these words.

"It is one of our jobs to keep in mind the information of the top officials of various countries, let alone our own major generals."

Andrew nodded, not paying attention to Chris's teasing.

"Then what you see today may be beyond what you have done, and I don't know if you have seen it in Area 51."

Chris put away his smile as he spoke, and his face became very serious.

Andrew nodded, not explaining that there were no aliens in Area 51.

He was now very concerned about the specific information found here.

"The first to find out about the situation here were the police in a nearby town."

Chris said, handing Andrew a tablet with a body camera image of a police officer in a town near the jungle.

The first image shows a police officer patrolling on a motorcycle.

The road he traveled was not much different from what Andrew had seen along the way

Andrew roughly skimmed it at double speed, which was basically the same as what he had seen along the way.

"Then the situation here was reported upwards, and the higher authorities ordered me, who was the closest, to directly lead the troops to block everything around."

Chris said.

"Tell me what you've found."

Andrew handed the tablet to the entourage next to him, and then stared at Chris solemnly.

"First of all, most of the corpses found along the way have been screened, and they are the people in this manor. However, there are a small number of them that are too fleshy and nuzzy and need to be further identified. ”

Chris pointed to a body bag in the distance.

"The car that burned down on the road ......"

Andrew mentioned suddenly.

"That car was a Bentley Dominator, limited to the world. The owner of this estate did once have one. The coke in the car was preferentially extracted for identification. It turned out to be the owner of the manor, as well as several mercenaries from Europe. ”

Chris took a few identification documents from the hands of his subordinates next to him and handed them directly to Andrew.

Andrew probably flipped through the papers, then looked at Chris and waited for him to continue his report.

"We conducted a large-scale inspection and survey in the manor, and found that there was a fierce shootout here, but when we did the identification, we found that all the bullets were basically fired by mercenaries on the manor side, and there was no second party."

"Those warheads were all crushed and deformed, which is characteristic of hitting a hard object."

"In addition, there are various small potholes in the manor and on the road, the manor building and the dense forest outside have traces of being crushed by a huge force, and there are circular burn marks covering a range of more than ten meters on the ground of the manor."

"There are many traces of ...... in addition to these"

Chris said, handing Andrew another stack of papers on which the results of their expedition were recorded.

Andrew took the file, and the more he looked at it, the more he couldn't help frowning.