Chapter 149: Fleeing? Sacrifice Administration

His grandfather's phone call made Louis's heart sink to the bottom.

This matter really wasn't going to end so easily.

Louis took a deep breath, preparing himself.

"I understand, Grandfather."

"Hmm, no matter what, the family will protect you."

The call ended.

Cold light flickered in Louis's eyes. This was the helplessness of a warlock facing a collective. Didn't those warlocks in ancient times also not dare to attack the dynasty? But many caused trouble at the end of the dynasty.

Facing the entire United States, he probably didn't have the ability to confront it directly now, but...

As for whether to flee, let's see what level the people coming down are first.

Louis had no resistance in his heart. After all, he wasn't a young man full of spirit. In traditional stories, which Left Path warlock hadn't been chased by mortals before they rose up? But in the end, those people paid a heavy price.

*Ring-a-ling. *

The phone rang again. This time it was his second uncle in the prison above.

While Louis was making various preparations.

The Orlando Police Department had been blown up by phone calls.

The chief scratched his head, explaining to the other side on the phone, "Yes, yes, yes, don't worry. Our police force is absolutely sufficient. We have already sent people over."

"Although that apartment didn't buy fire service, according to the governor's instructions, we still let the fire department put out the fire. Now the matter has been investigated."

"What? The Administration?"

The chief's expression changed. He had been wondering why the governor would suddenly ask about this and specifically provide funds for the fire department to put out the fire for this apartment that hadn't bought fire service. So that's where it was waiting.

Also, it was obvious that this was related to mysterious events, and with such a big commotion, it slightly broke the unspoken rules. It was no wonder the Administration would come forward.

However, these guys are coming...

The chief, who had heard some rumors, looked very ugly.

Because Orlando was going to bleed heavily.

Regardless of their skills, the virtue of eating and taking was widely circulated in the circle of local officials, especially these field agents, who were like hyenas.

But when an unmaskable mysterious event occurs, the Administration's temporary authority is higher than theirs. This is a document signed by the White House, and he nominally cannot resist.

This means that when the other party arrives, the dominance is not in his hands.

*Slap. *

The phone hung up.

The nearest Administration field agent had already set off before he called him, and they were probably almost there now. After all, the authority of those guys at this time...

The chief's face twitched. "Sacrifice Administration..."

He began to call his subordinates and some local capitalists who were on good terms with him.

Apartment.

At this time, the surface fire had been extinguished, but the remaining flames occasionally emerged from the cracks. It was difficult to completely extinguish such a house fire in a short time. They could only continue to pour water, attempting to soak the inside of the material to make the combustibles ineffective.

Just then.

Five military Humvees broke through the police cordon with an arrogant momentum, rushed in, and stopped with a drift and smoke.

The police were angry and were about to go up to show them the power of American-style "Judo," but were stopped by the sheriff. This sheriff happened to be the female sheriff who investigated the Carrie school incident that day.

*Slap! *

The car doors opened and closed.

Twenty or so fully armed soldiers walked down, along with five middle-aged men and women in black suits and black sunglasses, looking like they were trying to look cool. On their chests hung a badge that read "Sacrifice Administration," abbreviated as SA.

The sheriff walked over. Although the chief had called, she couldn't help but want to give them a warning, starting to be sarcastic. "SA? What kind of agency are you? Really amazing. Does the White House know about this?"

Among the five black suits, one man glanced at her directly and stayed behind. "Sheriff, if you don't know how to speak, please shut your mouth. Listen to me, rapping is not your specialty, unless you are black."

"Hey, that's racial discrimination!"

"Oh, still the same sentence, you are not black, this is useless..."

"Xie Te!"

Three of the other four black suits had already taken soldiers into the apartment, holding compass-like things, searching everywhere.

Another one stayed on the street, looking around with two soldiers.

Soon.

The black suit on the street made a discovery. Right under this giant stone ball, there was an abnormal reaction.

*Tick-tock, tick-tock... *

The instrument in his hand gave a pale red alarm.

He started talking into the walkie-talkie. "Captain, there's a discovery."

The black suit, who was still discussing black privileges with the female sheriff, nodded. "Sorry, ma'am, I have things to do. Maybe we can have a drink after work."

"Maybe."

The black suit shrugged and came to the stone ball.

Soon, with sharp eyes, he discovered a piece of stratum corneum under the stone ball. "Hey, look what I found."

He picked it up with tweezers and put it into a glass jar.

"Doesn't look like a vampire, doesn't look like a wendigo. Is it a demon? Or what kind of strange monster?"

The captain touched his chin. According to his experience, such corpse-like monsters that could cause such a big commotion were usually these powerful physical monsters.

Just then, a voice came from the walkie-talkie. "Captain, Captain, ritual discovered, ritual discovered."

"Heh, a cult. It's those bastards who should go to hell again. Xie Te!" The captain clearly became angry and irritable.

The expressions of his companions nearby also became ugly. If you ask why, it's really because they have handled too many cult-related events. Not only are these things numerous and messy, but they always leave something behind, which is quite troublesome to handle.

Maybe they will have to go to the psychology department for disinfection and observation for a week again.

But the two of them quickly took the soldiers into the apartment, looking at the sparks emerging from the cracks in the corner. "Fire? Did they really summon a demon?"

The captain's expression became solemn, and he quickly went upstairs, while taking out a black-gold pistol and checking the magazine. The black-gold bullets inside looked very strange.

Soon, they arrived at the top floor. At first glance, they saw the pentagram drawn on the ground. Although it was drawn a bit ugly and didn't quite conform to the regulations, the candle placement and bloodstains in this room all conformed to their consistent style.

And there was a dried corpse next to it that had been drained of blood.

When the team member handed him a jar of green powder, looking at these green powders, "Processed... moth powder?"

"Captain?"

"What about the resident information here?"

"Already checked. This is a building belonging to two brothers, but in early February this year, it suddenly belonged to a woman. After inquiry, she is a Mexican woman who smuggled in, bribed the committee, and played the card of women's mutual aid to recruit tenants."

"Not finished checking yet, but the recruited tenants haven't been found yet."

"The more I hear, the more it sounds like a cult sacrifice."

The captain muttered to himself.

"And this dried corpse has been confirmed to be that Mexican woman, but I don't know why she died like this. It looks like a vampire's bite, but the size of the tooth holes doesn't match."

The team member next to him said again, "Traces of a suspected Mothman were also found in the inner room on the first floor. The living furnishings and food inside completely conform to the behavioral habits of the Mothman."

The captain's eyelids twitched. Mothman, a special monster. I didn't expect there to be its business too. It seems to have become troublesome.

"Let's go down and see if there are any other clues."

When they came down, they found the police gathered somewhere, not knowing what they were doing. The female sheriff came over at this time. "This is the resident list, and a bone pit was found behind the apartment building, all of which are female skeletons, all of which are missing tenants."

"In addition, a part of the skeletons is missing. I happened to have contact with the owner of this missing skeleton."

The captain's eyebrows jumped.

The female sheriff pointed to Carrie on the list with a solemn expression.

"Heh, I probably guessed what happened." The captain sneered.

Soon, the state machine started, and the information about the Mexican woman's kinship, recent whereabouts, and Carrie's information all came out.

Especially Louis and their vehicle. Although America has few surveillance cameras, it doesn't mean there are none.

"Let's go, we should go here."

Soon.

Rebirth Prison.

Five Humvees and a police car stopped at the door.

The captain looked at the instrument in his hand that was buzzing urgently and flashing deep red lights, and fell into deep thought.

What kind of place is this where all demons gather?

For a moment, he didn't even dare to approach.

In the bushes around, wisps of straw spread on the ground, and a pair of pitch-black eyes watched them from the bushes, the sickle in hand ready.

"Captain? Not going in?"

The team member next to him looked puzzled. According to the usual process, when facing these capitalists who hide things and might have handles, don't they usually rush in and give them a warning?

What's wrong this time?

The captain was silent for a moment. "Let's not go in first. Give them a call."

Ten minutes later.

Wearing gold-rimmed glasses and looking refined, Yassen led a team out.

The people behind him were all tall and fierce, looking like they had killed people, carrying batons and pistols. Beside their feet were also tall and fierce fierce dogs with saliva flowing from their mouths. The people at the very back even had submachine guns!

"Hahaha, my friend, you're here."

Yassen walked up enthusiastically and grabbed the captain's hand. The captain also entered the role instantly, becoming enthusiastic as well. The two talked to each other like friends who hadn't seen each other for many years.

Soon, they were welcomed in.

However, after walking in, the ticking sound on the captain became louder and more urgent. Yassen glanced at it. "This is?"

The captain's mouth twitched wildly. "Nothing, there are too many idiots in the department. They don't know anything except finding me. Sigh, you know, subordinates are like this."

As he said this, he turned off the machine without a trace.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 150 =====