Chapter 2557: Rustling Down (52)

Martin's footsteps paused.

He subconsciously touched his lower back, and when he touched the hard metal weapon shell, he felt a little relieved.

"Take a knife and follow me." Shiler glanced at the kitchen and turned to leave.

Martin took a deep breath. When he squatted down and put the statue box on the floor at the door, he saw Shiler take out a box from the kitchen cabinet through the reflection of the floor. The front of the box had a medical logo.

A strong intuition urged Martin to run away, but more firm reason made him walk towards the kitchen with steady steps.

He picked a sharp steak knife, and the serrations on the blade flashed with cold light. The sunset light shone into the room, making every object that could reflect light look like brilliant gold.

The breeze blew gently, and it was warm. This warm evening, which should have been sitting in the restaurant or under the porch reading books and newspapers, chatting with relatives and friends on the phone, and watching the sun disappear at the end of the horizon with floating light and leaping gold, was suddenly plated with a layer of bloody terror by this overly enchanting sunset.

Martin pushed open the back door of the house.

Shiler put on a plastic raincoat. In front of him lay a naked corpse with a tattoo pattern that Martin was very familiar with on his back.

He gripped the steak knife in his hand tightly.

It was already very late. Gordon finally finished most of the trouble caused by Clay during his acting chief period. Now only the biggest ones were left.

To solve those few heavyweight complaints, he had to talk to the parties involved, but it was too late now, not suitable for calling. Gordon packed up the documents and materials and prepared to leave the police station.

Suddenly, a rush of footsteps came from outside the door. Gordon immediately stopped his movements and frowned at the door.

Soon a capable female police officer pushed open the door and said to Gordon with a serious expression, "Something happened in the East District. Two Mexican groups had a large-scale fire fight. The location was the second-hand trading market in the East District. There were smashing, looting, and arson incidents. The police station received more than 20 reports from surrounding residents."

"Go drive!" Gordon immediately picked up the coat next to him, put it on, hung up his pistol, walked out quickly and said, "Immediately send people to block the area, evacuate citizens, go to the armed department to mobilize helicopters and armored trucks!"

"Go and ask reporters from the Cat Getan Daily and several other major news media to come over, let them shoot outside the third-level cordon, issue a second-level regional armed conflict warning, let Bullock notify all involved merchants to close for a day, tell the market investors that we will hold a public hearing later..."

"Officer Bullock was sent out by you." The female police officer followed Gordon down the stairs quickly and said, "This afternoon, he and Officer Clay drove a police car, I don't know what they were doing."

"In which direction?" Gordon turned back and asked.

"West District."

A police car was parked in the bleak night.

The night here was darker, like a black hole that had never been illuminated by light. Many houses around were being demolished. Various construction machinery looked more like indescribable machine monsters at night, waving their claws and looking weird.

The dust on the road was rolled up by the cool night wind from time to time, drifting past the pitch-black gate in swirls. The spire of the ancient Gothic manor was set off by the bright night color like an arrow on the string, emitting a cold killing intent.

The manor gate was opened a crack, and dim light came out from inside. A trace of blood smell drifted out from the crack, and there were faint human voices if you listened carefully.

Bullock was bandaging Clay's injured left leg.

This afternoon, Bullock followed Clay according to Gordon's instructions, and Clay didn't know where he got an address, and drove all the way to a manor in the West District.

The dark-colored copper nameplate hung on the gatepost of the black gate of the manor, and the surname of the manor owner was written in flowery English—"Rodriguez".

Bullock didn't righteously dissuade Clay, which indirectly led to the situation they were in now. Bullock lost his pistol, his arm was scratched, and Clay's ankle was completely nailed through, bleeding profusely at this time.

After arriving at the gate of the manor, Clay didn't spend much effort to climb over. Bullock followed closely. Out of the police's duty, he still reminded Clay that trespassing was illegal.

Clay didn't seem to care at all, walked towards the front door with big strides, and then encountered the first difficulty they encountered today—the door wouldn't open.

Ordinary manor doors wouldn't be equipped with electronic locks, and still used physical anti-theft measures. Most of them were the kind of huge locks that would make ordinary thieves give up at a glance.

Clay brought professional demolition tools and was not afraid of any physical anti-theft measures, but unfortunately, he didn't find the lock.

The whole gate was integrated, seamless, without locks, without anti-theft measures, and not even a handle to pull.

Clay didn't believe it at first, but later after multi-directional inspection, he had to admit that this gate was probably opened through some remote control device.

Since there is a remote control, there must be a switch, but after searching the entire front of the manor, no trace of the switch was found.

Walking through the door didn't work, Clay prepared to walk through the window. Smashing the glass to enter the room was faster. Bullock didn't express any opinion on this, just reminded Clay that once the manor property was damaged, it belonged to home invasion and robbery.

Clay still decided to do so.

He moved a folding ladder from the car, climbed to the window to smash the glass, but found that the window was nailed to death from the inside, and there was a layer of metal plate inside. Smashing the glass was of no use.

Bullock found that the metal plate had dark patterns, the patterns were a bit weird, like twisted Latin letters, and somewhat similar to the patterns on the gate, but different. But at this time, Clay had already planned to walk through the chimney.

Because this kind of manor didn't have modern heating facilities, most of them would have a large fireplace, and the chimney channel would also be very large. Clay went around to the backyard, climbed up the big tree very close to the house, and then climbed onto the roof along the outer wall.

The chimney channel was very dark. Clay threw a flare down and found that the channel was open and not blocked, so he jumped down with peace of mind.

But who knew that in the middle part, the smoke channel suddenly tightened, Clay was stuck, and had to call Bullock for help.

Bullock spent a lot of effort to pull him up, but Clay's clothes had been rubbed pitch-black, and his face and arms were also rubbed with black coal ash.

Clay knew how embarrassed he was at this time. He hammered the chimney mouth hard. Bullock felt the echo was a bit wrong.

Clay also found a sewage channel, but the mouth was too small, and he couldn't drill in at all. But at this time, the Cat Getan Police Station already had modern combat equipment. Clay put a remote-controlled reconnaissance car into the sewage channel.

The reconnaissance car successfully entered the interior of the manor. Through the night vision device, Clay could see that the interior of the manor was decorated magnificently, but it was pitch black at this time.

Even if the car went around to the inside of the gate, it still didn't see any switches. All the windows were sealed, and there were no channels for people to enter and exit.

But Clay found a door near the utility room near the backyard, which might lead to the basement.

Clay thought that the basement couldn't have only one door. The other door should be in the front yard or the utility room in the backyard. Bullock wanted to say that he didn't see any traces of locks and door handles on the basement door of the manor, but instead had that kind of strange pattern, but Clay had already rushed to the utility room.

There was indeed a utility room on the side of the yard, and there was indeed a door in the utility room. This door had a lock hanging on it. Clay used hydraulic shears to cut the lock in three or two strokes.

Bullock still reminded him of the fallen lock, the traces of hydraulic shears and the fingerprints on the hydraulic shears would be perfect incriminating evidence, but Clay had already walked down the stairs inside the door.

Bullock didn't intend to go down with him, but after less than 30 seconds, a scream came from the basement.

When Bullock went down, he only saw an old-fashioned nail gun and Clay's ankle that was nailed through. He looked around and picked up a piece of fishing line that was obviously tightened and then pulled off and curled in the corner of the wall.

"This damn murderer!" Clay cursed through gritted teeth: "He set a trap in his own house!!"

Bullock really wanted to say that if there was a trap here, it meant he might have expected you to come, but Clay cursed too loudly, completely covering Bullock's low whisper.

Bullock wanted to help Clay up, but at this moment heard movement on the stairs above his head. He looked back and saw countless pitch-black tentacles pouring in from the stairwell.

Both of them let out a scream at the same time. Bullock dragged Clay to run to the other end of the passage, ran to another door, Bullock couldn't find any door lock and handle, and could only start hitting the door with his body.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

After hitting a few times, the door was finally knocked open. The two fell to the ground one after another. Bullock covered his arm scratched by the door fragments and screamed.

They finally entered the interior of the manor, but this was just the beginning. None of the cabinets here had locks, and there were no handles. It looked like they were opened by remote control, but no switches could be found at all.

Bullock found it hard to imagine how the butler in this manor worked. Could it be that he had a remote control that could open all doors and cabinets?

Clay obviously thought the same, and his goal became finding this remote control.

But before that, he had to bandage his wound first. Fortunately, they brought simple medical supplies when they came in. Clay asked Bullock to bandage his ankle.

Bullock looked at the iodophor and bandage in his hand, and then looked at Clay's ankle that was nailed through. He really wanted to say that such a deep penetrating wound was only bandaged with a bandage, and Clay would likely become the first police officer in the police station to die of tetanus.

But he didn't say anything. Just like in the movie, after disinfecting with iodophor, he wrapped it with a bandage and gave the wound a consolation prize.

The bandaged Clay couldn't rest either. Like a greedy starving ghost, he rushed directly into the interior of the manor, seemingly eager to find something here.

He began to focus on checking the kitchen, warehouse, and utility room, scanned every object that might be a weapon in his eyes with the instrument in his hand, wanting to find the residue of blood stains.

He destroyed one door after another, piled all the carpets together, began to scan and check repeatedly, and filmed all his work.

"I will definitely find it... this damn murderer must have committed countless big cases here..."

And Bullock, who was standing in the front hall, after dealing with his wound, groped for the switch of the chandelier in the front hall by the moonlight.

The moment the light was turned on, he saw the tall, thin black shadow standing at the back door.

With a snap, the light went out. ===== CHAPTER 2558 =====