The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 307
After saying that, Jack took a rag and blocked Peter's mouth. As he watched in horror, he turned off all the light sources in the room, and finally closed the door gently.

The autopsy room was silent for a moment, except for the sound of Pete's heavy breathing, there was only a slight patter of water droplets falling on his forehead and between his eyebrows.

The sound of the water was weak but clearly audible, and Pete's panting became heavier and heavier, but no matter how much he struggled, it was of no avail, the water droplets still hammered his head firmly.

"pat pat. pat"

Amidst the sound of water dripping that seemed to never stop, Peter gradually lost his sense of time and felt his body getting colder and colder.

The most frightening thing was that after an unknown period of time, the skin between his eyebrows and his forehead gradually lost his feeling and began to become numb.

But the slapping sound became more and more clear, like the sound of brain-piercing monsters, and even echoed throughout the room. Pete tried his best to groan from his nasal cavity, but it didn't help, he couldn't stop the damned dripping sound at all.

Time was slowly passing by, and the fear in Pete's heart was infinitely magnified. After an unknown period of time, as his body tensed up, a stench permeated the autopsy room, and he became incontinent.

With a click, the door was opened, and then the lights came on, and Jack wearing a gas mask appeared in Pete's field of vision.

"Tsk tsk, you are such a naughty child, how did you make yourself so dirty."

Jack's muffled sound came, and then he pulled another water pipe and started flushing. The planing table is so easy to use, and soon the dirt will flow down the sewer on one side.

After finishing all this, Jack pushed an infusion rack, and chattered while tinkering.

"Are you hungry? Don't worry, I have prepared a lot of nutrient solutions for you, including saline, glucose, and various vitamins. This is the first day, and we still have many, many days."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo." Pete struggled desperately.

Jack paused, took off the rag from his mouth, "What's wrong? What do you want to say?"

"What do you want to know? I'm telling you, please don't do it again, you madman, what do you want to know? God, I'm willing to say anything, just let me go."

With his face covered by the gas mask, Pete couldn't see Jack's expression clearly, but for some reason, he could clearly feel that the other party seemed to be struggling, like a child who was reluctant to part with a newly acquired toy.

"No, there is a person who bet with me. He thinks that it is impossible for water droplets to carve out the skull, and I want to win him with the facts."

As he spoke, Jack picked up the rag, ready to stuff it back into Pete's mouth.

"No, no, we raped her. I admit that we did it. On the way back to the camp that day, I happened to meet that girl, and then"

"Wrong answer, you don't need to admit it, I already knew who the murderer was."

Jack interrupted and continued trying to stuff the rag into the guy's mouth.

"We did something else. Stop it. Don't continue. I'll tell you everything. We've been doing this for three years. It was just an accident that the girl ran away."

Pete whimpered, "Please stop, it's too dark and cold outside, no one wants to chase her, we all know she's dead."

"Three years?" Jack finally stopped.

"go on."

"At first it was just an accident, it was a party, a group of teenagers had a party, and Sergey saw it, and he took a few people to sell 'American herbs.'"

"But there are a bunch of poor kids inside, and few of them can afford that kind of high-quality goods. Saiji was very upset. When he was about to leave, he found a drunk girl."

"Then what?" The autopsy room became extremely quiet. Apart from the conversation between the two, there were only a few forcibly suppressed, somewhat heavy breathing sounds coming from the door.

Pete was fixed on the anatomy table, and he was very emotional. He just wanted to let the lunatic in front of him let go of himself as soon as possible, and he didn't notice the existence of other people at all.

"Then we fucked her, that was the first time, we all smoked high, played for two days, until the third day someone found out that the girl ran away, and then Sergey drove around to find it, and came back At the time he said the wolves had already helped out."

Pete was not a trained agent, and he didn't even have much education. After being frightened by Jack, he confessed all the disgusting things he and his accomplices had done.

In three years, there were nearly 20 victims. He couldn't even remember the exact number. Most of the girls were buried in the frozen soil under the prefabricated houses.

Sometimes it was too cold and the ground was so frozen that even excavators couldn’t dig it, so they dumped the corpses in the woods. In the cold winter, the hungry beasts only needed a day or two to complete the work of destroying the corpses.

Peter, who was tied to the autopsy bed, was still talking about the criminal past of him and his accomplices. Outside the open door of the autopsy room, the corridor was already full of people.

Local hunter Corey Lambert, Natalie's father Martin Henson, old sheriff Ben Shaw and his police officers, Jane, Braxton, and tightly covering their mouths, worked hard Aaliyah suppressed herself from crying.
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The tribal police station where Wind River Valley is located is really poor, with less than 65% of the budget implemented each year, so they can only rely on seven official police officers to maintain law and order in the entire 4000-square-kilometer area of ​​the reservation.

They lacked equipment, manpower, vehicles, and the only thing they didn't lack was ample weapons and ammunition in the armory.

Every year, the military eliminates a large number of AR series rifles and ammunition and distributes them to police stations in various states of the Federation. Even remote tribal police stations can get enough weapons and bullets.

The old sheriff personally opened the gun storage, and the well-maintained rifles were neatly placed in the gun cabinet.

Everyone is busy, checking firearms, and loading ammunition into the magazine. Usually, in order to prevent the failure of the spring and the failure of the ammunition supply, the bullets and the magazine are separated when the ammunition is usually stored.

Jane took an AR-15 from Jack and rolled her eyes.

"It's against federal law and I'm going to go to jail for it."

Listening to her complaining in a low voice, Jack smiled and comforted, "You just wait for the promotion, trust me."

Jane didn't believe it at all. According to this battle, her identity as an FBI agent would definitely be lost. She would be thankful if she could not be sent to a federal prison afterwards.

　Summoning, monthly pass!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)