A Fatal Turn in the Beginning

Chapter 9 Mysterious Organization
The wooden house that had been turned into ruins was left with only puffs of green smoke rising. Not far away were several police cars with flashing lights, and several policemen were cleaning the wooden house with tools.

After receiving the report from Jay and others, the St. Martinville police station immediately attracted attention. After all, according to their dictation, it was a case involving at least ten people.

The sheriff in charge of the case was still skeptical about the so-called distortion and cannibalism described by Jay and others, thinking that it was an exaggeration of the young people.

On the side, Jay and Elena, who came together, looked at the charred wooden house with worried expressions on their faces.

"Don't worry Elena, Li is so powerful, nothing will happen!" Although he didn't know why the wooden house was burned to the ground, Jay was very confident in Li Wei's skills, and felt that since he could defeat such a strong monster with his bare hands , Self-protection will definitely not be a problem.

"I forgot to ask for contact information with Li." Jay said, patting his thigh, with an annoyed look on his face.

"Li said that his hometown is in Monroe City. When the time comes, I can check with my uncle, and I should be able to find Li's address!" After thinking for a while, Elena suddenly had an idea.

Elena's uncle worked for the Monroe City Council, and Lee's age range and military background made it easy to find him.

The two were discussing in low voices, and the police finally found a large number of human remains from the ruins of the wooden house. The report of Jay and others was confirmed, and the case escalated immediately.

The police chief, who was already lying on the bed and was about to go to bed, listened to his subordinates' report and swears repeatedly. This kind of major case that killed dozens of people is no longer something he, a small city bureau, can handle.

After hearing the descriptions of distortion and cannibalism, the police chief seemed to have thought of something, his expression suddenly changed, he quickly put on his clothes and went back to the police station, dialed a number through the internal dedicated line, and respectfully reported to the other party case.

More than two hours later, over the forest blocked by the police, there was a sudden roar, and a large helicopter hovered five or six meters above the wooden house.

Under the irradiance of the searchlight, several people slid down the lifting rope. One of them was a half-bald man in a suit who was about [-] years old with a black suitcase, and the other was five armed men. The male guard in the suit is in the middle, showing a very high combat quality.

Moreover, these five armed men were wearing black special combat uniforms that were as thick as armor. They looked very tall and burly. Their heads and faces were covered with helmets, bulletproof lenses, and air filter masks. They also used extremely sophisticated heavy firearms, full of murderous aura.

"Boom!" And at this moment, a vigorous figure jumped off the helicopter, landed heavily, and directly smashed the ground into a shallow pit. It was a blonde woman with a samurai sword on her back, yellow and black. The striped tight leather jacket outlines a graceful figure.

"Hey! Tribis! Don't your heels hurt when you jump down like this?" the man in the suit with the suitcase shouted helplessly to the woman.

"Bill, only by integrating practice into every action of life can we hope to reach the limit of the human body and be promoted to a missionary!" Tribis shook her head at him and said seriously, "Only by becoming a missionary can I have the ability Go and protect my daughter!"

"Hehe! I'm an old bone, but I can't bear the pain of cultivation!" Facing the admonition of Tribes, who is like an ascetic monk, Bill shrugged indifferently.

"But as long as you become a missionary, you can have higher authority and a lifespan of 120 years. Are you really not tempted, Bill?" As Tribis's good friend and guide, Tribis naturally hopes that the other party can Keep cultivation in mind.

"Although we are only the lowest-level priests in the organization, we can treat our outings as public travel, and we will be reimbursed by the organization for eating, drinking and having fun! If we really want to become missionaries, we can only stay in the base most of the time, even if we can live a few more years. What's the point of ten years!" Bill waved his hand, signaling Tribes not to say more.

Everyone has different lifestyles and value pursuits. Bill knows the reason why Tribis practiced so hard, but it is absolutely impossible for him to give up pleasure for the sake of hard practice.

"Safe!" The five soldiers dispersed, cleaned up the ruins of the wooden house, and sent a report to Bill after confirming that there was no danger.

Bill, on the other hand, went to the ruins of the wooden house and opened the suitcase. After some operations, the suitcase turned into a special instrument that looked like a computer. On the right side of the suitcase protruded a palm-sized, radar-like, constantly rotating detector.

"Dididi!" A few minutes later, the instrument suddenly made a crisp sound, and at the same time, lines of text continued to flash on the display.

"Huh?" Hearing the sound from the instrument, Tribis, who was practicing with a samurai sword, hurriedly ran over, "Is it really a deformity?"

"Not bad!" Bill clicked on the screen a few times, "According to the analysis of the remaining distortion radiation, there were indeed two first-level distortion bodies here before!"

"Have you confirmed your death?" Tribis swung her samurai sword twice, showing a hint of fighting intent on her face.

"Please, this is just the lowest-level detector, how can it detect so finely! But according to the police's confession and records, one of the two aberrations was killed by one person, and the other was knocked down by that person." Bill pointed In front of the wooden house that has been turned into ruins, "There are obvious traces of arson in the wooden house, and I guess it has been burned to charcoal!"

"Oh? One dead and one injured? Can you find out who that person is?"

"Let me take a look at the descriptions of those little guys, male, claiming to be Li, about 30 years old, between 1.9 meters and [-] meters tall, registered in Monroe, Louisiana, suspected to have recently retired from the army."

After Bill entered the relevant information on the keyboard of the instrument, an army file marked as confidential appeared on the screen immediately, and there was a photo of Levi in ​​the upper left corner!

The confidentiality levels in the United States are, from low to high, four levels: non-confidential, secret, confidential, and top secret. Although Li Wei was expelled from the military, as a veteran who has served in the Special Forces for many years, his personal information is still confidential. Even government agencies such as the police station cannot inquire.

But Bill found out the detailed information of Li Wei only after a rough search, showing the powerful organization behind it!

"Excellent record, no wonder one person can kill two mutants!" After reading Li Wei's information, Bill nodded, and immediately understood the reason why the other party burned down the wooden house. Murder and arson are the specialty of the Special Forces!
After reading Li Wei's information, Tribis thought for a while and clicked a recommendation button on Li Wei's file.

"Oh! It seems that we may have one more colleague!"

(End of this chapter)