Chapter 49 Dennis Serra
Sharp sirens rang out in all directions, and the Security Bureau police car with red and blue lights flashing was parked on the side. There were uniformed Security Bureau personnel in twos and threes, some started the equipment, and some Maintain order.
Yellow warning tape has separated an area, and temporary road signs of "Closed Ahead" have been set up to block this section of the road to prevent irrelevant vehicles from entering.
"Um, we have to smoke when we go on a night job, otherwise we will lose energy, okay, okay."
Under the glare of a bright look, the middle-aged police officer had to pinch Put out the cigarette you just lit.
Looking at the wreckage of the car that was still emitting smoke and the large dark red blood stains that had long dried up on the road, he couldn't help but sigh: "Tsk, it's really bleak."
Next to him was a man in brand new clothes. He was wearing a Security Bureau uniform, a young man who was obviously not very old - it was he who had been staring at the middle-aged man just now, which made the latter give up the idea of getting one.
The young man handed over a data tablet: "Master, the accident briefing has come out."
The middle-aged man waved his hand, indicating not to read this yet.
He avoided a reconnaissance drone that had just risen and walked forward.
Not far from the wreckage of the car, a man was squatting. When he noticed the middle-aged man approaching, he stood up and shook his head: "The situation is very bad. Seventy-five percent of the body tissue is gone, and the remaining parts are also large areas." Damage. It can only be determined that the cause of death of the deceased was high temperature burns and penetrating injuries from sharp objects."
The middle-aged man nodded and looked at the things on the ground.
Yes, "something".
Had I not been informed in advance, it would have been difficult to imagine that the completely charred thing in front of me, with only a small ball left, was a human corpse.
“I can’t understand.”
The person who spoke just now, the autopsy examiner, frowned: "Even an industrial-grade high-temperature welding gun cannot burn a person to this state in a short time. We have searched the nearby area and can't find any remaining ones." Body tissue."
"But if the murderer took it away, why did he leave this part?"
The autopsy said: "He did not take away the "heart". "Eyes", "bones" and the like, are these "monuments" commonly used in ritual crimes really chosen at random?"
The middle-aged man pondered for a while and looked at the young man, that is, The apprentice he led: "What do you mean by surveillance?"
The apprentice shook his head: "There is no surveillance on this section of the mountainous road, but we found this."
He clicked on a picture of a rocket launcher found on a nearby mountain.
Just when the apprentice was about to say something, a strong rumbling sound suddenly sounded in the distance.
Hearing this voice, the middle-aged man's expression changed slightly, and he spat: "The troublesome guy is coming..."
A more accurate statement is not "far away", but " above".
In the deep darkness, two medium-sized armed helicopters were approaching at a speed visible to the naked eye.
From high in the sky, they cast several huge beams of searchlight, revealing everything below.
The huge wind pressure seemed to lift the grass beside the highway, and the young man's hair danced wildly in the wind. Against the dazzling searchlights and wind pressure from above, he squinted his eyes, trying to see everything clearly.
So, he saw it.
On the outside of the armed helicopter, there is an obvious and huge painting pattern - the content of the pattern is a ring of emeralds intertwined as olive leaves, surrounding an erect broken white porcelain palm.
No one from Paloser. No, it should be said, no one who lives in the corporate alliance, does not know this pattern.
It was one of the nine giant companies that sat at the top of the corporate alliance, overlooking all living beings in the world.
——The corporate logo of [Emerald Pharmaceutical]. "Warning, please evade the people below immediately, otherwise, we will not bear any responsibility for any accidents -"
Amidst the rumble of the four rotors, the armed helicopter dropped several rope ladders. Eight heavily armed men slid down the rope ladder.
They wore tactical helmets and isolation gas masks, thick bulletproof combat uniforms, and held assault rifles. The shortest among these people was also 1.8 meters tall.
The moment this group of heavily armed men landed, they strode into the accident scene that was supposed to be isolated from outsiders. Upon seeing this, the young man looked solemn, and just as he was about to step forward, he was shocked by the middle-aged man. The person quickly pulled back.
"Wait a minute! This is now the accident handling site of the Security Bureau! Unauthorized persons are not allowed to enter -"
Someone tried to step forward and block a strong man, who His tactical eyepiece lit up with red light, and he silently opened the safety of his assault rifle.
“Hey, take it back, take it back.”
The next moment, a slightly frivolous voice came in.
The owner of the voice is a young man with short light blond hair, a slightly feminine appearance, and looks very young.
He was standing on a flat, round anti-gravity levitator that emitted blue light and was slowly descending from the helicopter.
When he was five centimeters above the ground, he really took his first step towards the crowd.
"First meeting, I am Dennis Serra, Senior Executive Specialist of the Security Department of Emerald Pharmaceuticals' Palower Branch."
Dennis casually arranged the carefully tailored close-fitting uniforms. Collar, with an impeccable smile on his face.
He first glanced at the silent strong man not far away, and his tone seemed to be questioning: "Aren't you going to put away your gun? Are you really planning to shoot an employee of the Security Bureau in front of him?"
Strong Man Still silent, he just put away his assault rifle and stood back.
——Damn you.
Someone cursed secretly in their hearts.
Most members of the armed forces with formal contracts signed by Jade Pharmaceuticals will have a control chip implanted, and the upper management can drive them with just a thought - the action of the strong man just now is obviously what is happening before him. The power of a "senior executive specialist".
"I understand your concerns."
"However, our company has informed you that the entire accident scene will be handed over to us for handling. At the same time, I will temporarily serve as your commander for this case. The relevant notice from the person in charge of the Security Bureau should be issued soon."
As if echoing his words, the personal interfaces of everyone present at the Security Bureau flashed at the same time, and an urgent message signed by the Director of the Security Bureau was just in time. Delivered, the content is exactly the same as the former said.
After saying this, ignoring the complicated expressions of everyone, surrounded by the tactics of the strong men, Dennis walked towards the abandoned car not far away.
He took the data tablet recording the "On-site Autopsy Briefing" and quickly browsed it before squatting down.
Looking at the charred and unrecognizable body in front of him, Dennis gradually narrowed his eyes.
He stretched out his hand, picked up a ball of ashes, and slowly rubbed it between his fingertips, feeling the little bit of residual warmth left in it.
“Sure enough.”
Dennis murmured in a low voice.
“The smell of psykers is still so disgusting.”
(End of this chapter)