Outside the textile mill!

The New York Police Department looked at the broken textile factory in front of me that seemed to have experienced a small war, and took out their weapons in one go, waiting for the battle.

"George!"

Almost three minutes behind George, Inspector Kate Beckett, who arrived at the scene, got out of the car, bent his waist and wore a bulletproof vest, and ran to George: "How is it?"

George pointed to the car that was still burning at the door of the textile factory.

Accompanied by the sound of firecrackers from time to time, the vague license plates are clearly visible in the four letters.

This should be the real Audi R8.

Obviously.

It's scrapped again.

George was a little funny, but at the same time, he was a little worried that his daughter had also been riding on the Audi R8 of Locke.

At Locke's scrapping rate, it's hard to guarantee that one day, I'm afraid that his daughter will be scrapped again when she's in the car, right?

……etc!

George shook his head and threw the picture in his mind out.

No.

Locke looked just unlucky.

Just then.

Accompanied by the unique alarm ringtone, the New York Police Department's Special Service team drove an armored vehicle to the scene.

"Prepare!"

Seeing this, George said to the police officers who rushed over: "The criminals we are going to deal with are very dangerous, be careful!"

"clear!"

"receive!"

"attack!"

The two special service teams armed to the teeth, with a total of sixteen members in front, and under the cover of a row of bulletproof shields in front, they were the first to rush towards the textile factory.

but……

When everyone entered the textile factory, the scene that caught their eyes completely shocked them.

At this moment, the textile factory cannot be said to be sparsely populated, but it can also be said that corpses are everywhere and blood flows into rivers.

"vomit!"

"vomit!"

It should be several police officers who were not very familiar with the world. Seeing the ground, they almost turned into blood from the stream, they couldn't help but retching a few times.

All the police officers were extremely nervous.

But strangely, the textile factory seemed very quiet.

"Secret Service, advance head-on!"

"clear!"

"Kate, you take a team of police officers to the left, I take people to the right!"

"good."

George made a gesture with the person behind him, and then slowly advanced towards the right.

But no matter George, Kate, or the Secret Service team, what they met were nothing but corpses all over the ground.

After the three groups of people met again, their eyes turned to a building similar to a warehouse in front of them.

After entering.

It is a textile workshop used by textile factories to cover up people's efforts.

But at this moment, the textile workshop was in a mess, but the same thing was that there were countless corpses here, and there were not many good textile machines.

"Oh my God."

Seeing this, Kate finally couldn't help saying, "Is this the sin hunter done it alone?"

How is this possible?

It really doesn't matter how logical it is. No matter how strong a person is, he may be able to face ten people without any weakness, but the corpses here are not as simple as ten.

George said in a deep voice: "There is no evidence that the Crime Hunter has a team, or, likes teamwork."

The Sin Hunter was active in Texas for two years and always acted alone.

If you have an accomplice, you will use money to lure homeless people to help.

Just like this time.

It is precisely because the sin hunter likes to act alone and has never been sociable that until now, the information about the sin hunter is basically obtained based on the psychological profiles of the FBI.

That is, when he was about 25 to 35 years old, he lived alone and might have a house for his parents. He was withdrawn since childhood and had few friends. Because of this, no one noticed him.

George initially used this information to describe the character and appearance of his sin hunter in his heart.

but……

After George had dealt with the sin hunter, George subconsciously discovered that part of this mental profile was wrong.

At least a little wrong.

The sin hunter he had seen with his own eyes was not at all withdrawn.

Just then.

A thud!

Police officers walking in the textile workshop raised their guns and looked at the third floor where the sudden movement was heard.

George looked at Kate and the secret service team leader.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

Members of the special service team rushed into the room of the Destiny Textile Machine with explosion-proof shields.

Next second.

The muzzle pointed at the water pipes tied not far away by handcuffs, their feet were tied, and even their mouths were stuffed with cloth strips.

The movement just now was caused by Locke's head hitting the water pipe.

"Locke?"

George, who came in with the secret service team, looked at Rock over there and his eyes lit up, shouted, and then signaled the others to quickly explore the room with a large area, and then ran to Rock over with Kate.

"ah!"

After George took off the cloth strip, Locke gasped.

"Hold on."

Kate looked at Locke, said, and then pointed his pistol directly at the handcuffs: "Bang!"

Locke couldn't help but move as he heard the gunshot.

"Safety!"

"Safety!"

"Safety!"

After searching for a while, the secret service team sent safety and no enemy voices.

Obviously.

I'm afraid they'll be late.

The sin hunter had run away.

Lock also assisted at this time: "Why did you come? That guy left about ten minutes ago."

George's face looked a little ugly.

Fark.

Being tricked.

Just then.

While helping Locke get up, Kate saw a booklet falling from Locke's arms and a phone call.

Just then.

"Dingling!"

The phone that fell to the ground rang.
To be continued...