Chapter 8 chapter eight

Bang Dang - Swish Swish Swish - Bang Dang.Bang Dang - Swish Swish Swish - Bang Dang. under the stairs.basement.no doubt.Puller moved slowly toward the basement door. He sniffed the air.The smell of decay was strong, but Pooler's nose was not concerned with that.He tried to smell something else.Sweat.Cologne scent.Cigarette smell.Bad breath.Anything that would give him a head start. there is nothing. He gently pushed the door open with his foot.The passage leading below was pitch black.Of course it will. Bang Dang - Swish Swish Swish - Bang Dang.Some sort of mechanical sound.It didn't make Puller feel any relief.

If he wants to kill his opponent, he will first deceive the opponent.In fact, it has been done many times in Iraq and Afghanistan.The problem is, his enemies also understand the truth of war. Puller took out the night vision goggles from his backpack, put them neatly on his head, flipped down the lenses, and turned on the power.The dark hallway was at once a vivid picture, albeit a greenish, somewhat hazy one.He crouched down and drew the other pistol as well.Both pistols are double-action/single-action firing modes, and the trigger can be fired directly.Under normal circumstances, he only uses one pistol, for the simple reason that if he shoots at two targets at the same time, the accuracy of aiming will be greatly reduced.

But in such a closed space in front of him, the key is not accuracy, what he needs is the maximum firepower. There are two main differences between ordinary military police and CID special investigators: the former carry a weapon with no bullets in the chamber, while the latter always have a gun that is ready to fire when the safety is pulled; The gun must be returned during the mission, and the latter's weapon must be carried with him at all times. If Puller pulled the trigger directly with twelve pounds of force to fire the first round, the recoil slider would push the hammer back into the cocked position, turning his gun into single-action mode. 20-round magazine, 40 total for both guns, although he usually only uses one magazine.He has never been a guy who likes to raise a gun and shoot wildly, but if necessary, he can empty two magazines in ten seconds, and smash a humanoid target fifteen meters away without any suspense.All he needed now was to spot the target, and preferably before the target spotted him.

Puller began to descend the carpeted stairs, the silhouette of the body becoming narrower and lower in the dark.He squinted at the front sight of the gun in his right hand.He really didn't like being in such a closed space, which the army called a "life and death funnel."He has considerable firepower, but the opponent's firepower may be stronger. Bang Dang - Swish Swish Swish - Bang Dang. It's some kind of machinery.But someone has to start it. A dog was mentioned in the report.Cole and her colleagues must have taken it.They wouldn't be stupid enough to leave a dog wandering around a crime scene.What's more, there are so many bloody corpses.Dogs are domesticated animals, but they are also carnivores after all.

Bang Dang - Swish Swish Swish - Bang Dang. He stepped down the last step, moved sideways to the corner, and scouted the surroundings. The renovations are not yet complete. Poured concrete floors, exposed studs and concrete walls, and ceilings without suspended ceilings.A few wires snaked along the bare walls.A strong musty smell rushed into his nose.It's still much stronger than the smell upstairs. He saw clues on one wall, as well as on the ground below it. blood.The murder happened here, at least the father and mother were killed here. Bang Dang - Swish Swish Swish - Bang Dang. His eyes scanned the surroundings again.This room has a corner at the end of another wall.He couldn't see what was going on in that space, the corner of the concrete load-bearing wall blocked his view.

Bang Dang - Swish Swish Swish - Bang Dang.The sound was evidently coming from around the corner. Both guns were pointed in that direction.Puller lowered his body and moved towards it. He moved to the corner and immediately pressed his back against the wall.Corners are never tricky.The army calls it a "dynamic corner" because as soon as you turn to the other side of the corner, you immediately break the static and change the situation dramatically.He identified himself as: "Federal agents." no response. "Federal agents." He looked at the wall.concrete.If it was a wall of wood or drywall, he'd fire a few shots at it to give a kick to whoever was waiting on the other side to ambush him.But the ricochet formed by the shot on the concrete wall would probably only fall on himself.

"Throw the weapon on the ground and slide over. Put your head in your hands and walk out with your fingers interlocked. I'll count to five, and if you don't surrender, I'll let you taste the flashbang." He counted, wishing he had a flashbang in his hand. Bang Dang - Swish Swish Swish - Bang Dang. Puller inserted a gun back in.Take off the backpack and throw it to the opposite side. Bang Dang - Swish Swish Swish - Bang Dang. Either there's no one, or there's a weirdly calm guy over there.Puller crouched, his body tensed, and he stuck his head out for a quick glance.In a short moment, he saw many things clearly.There was nothing to inspire him.

He turned sideways around the corner and looked down following the sound.A pedestal fan was placed upside down on the ground. The sound of "swish, swish, swish" comes from the rapid rotation of the fan blades. The "booming" sound is made when the fan head is shaken from side to side regularly, and the net cover hits the concrete floor. But it always starts for a reason.He now figured out what was going on. Puller looked up.The man was wearing a uniform, hanging from the ceiling.The rope that hung him loosened to a certain extent, causing the man's body to fall, but it was still hanging above the ground.His body touched the floor fan as he fell downward.The floor fan somehow touched the start switch when it fell to the ground.

Puller finally figured out the whereabouts of the policeman who was supposed to be on duty at the scene. Puller watched him through the night vision goggles.Obviously dead.The bulging eyes were lifeless.The body hangs loosely from the rope, the hands are bound together, as are the feet.Puller stepped forward to touch the man's skin, which was generally still warm but cooling rapidly. Not long to die.He checked his pulse, just in case. No pulse.The heart stopped beating, and all other body tissues quickly stopped.His life was at a point of no return, though the time to get there was short.

The killer drove off the dead man's car.Warm grease spots.Warm corpses. The deceased looked very young.Ranked at the low end of the hierarchy, he was assigned the damn task of protecting those dead bodies in the middle of the night, and now he became a corpse himself.Pooler looked his uniform up and down.Looks like a deputy sheriff.Drake County is marked on the armband.Puller looks for the dead man's holster.no weapons. Not surprisingly.If he had a gun, he wouldn't let someone hang himself like that without a fight.His face was so swollen from suffocation that Puller couldn't tell if he had been punched in the face.

He bent down and closed the floor fan. Bang Dang - Swish Swish Swish - Dang Dang's symphony finally stopped. Puller leaned closer, using the night vision goggles to read the name tag on the dead man's chest—Officer Wellman. How dare you come back here to kill a policeman and return to the scene of the murder you made yourself—Puller thought so. Are they missing something?Something was lost at the scene? A moment later Puller hurried up the stairs. Someone has come here.He glanced at his watch. Most likely Sheriff Samantha Cole.But maybe not.