Chapter 65 Chapter 65 Federal Agents

Du knelt, staring at a small spot in the middle of the snow.He thought it was his hallucination, a crazy creation of a tired brain and tired eyes.He knelt down to look more closely, and was sure it was real. There was a slight smear of dark pink blood on the snow.It's small, about half an inch long and an eighth of an inch wide.It was almost covered by falling snowflakes. He guessed that Darcy fled in this direction, and ran deeper into the community.Darcy might have left the moment Vander Paine and his partner had entered Building B.Darcy had been hopping fast on one foot, so he should have at least a fall.There was blood on his shoes when he left the apartment—leading Du to speculate that the tall man might have blood elsewhere on his body as well.

Du stared at the frozen dark pink blood on the snow, and he knew he was right.He looked back at Darcy's car, and if you draw a straight line from the rusty Ford to the blood, it goes straight to the gate of Building G. Du stood up and walked towards the door, his heart beating fast and his adrenaline pumping.His eyes continued to search the ground, looking for another spot of blood, to reconfirm. His drowsiness subsides, perhaps from the excitement of his prey, or more from a well-trained instinct for self-preservation. Started to work. This is the first operation since capturing Martin Brubeck, an infected psycho, the jerk who killed his partner.Brubaker is not big, nor is he an athlete, but he proved what Du has known since he was 18 years old--to be a killer, you don't have to be strong, you don't have to be quick, you don't have to be well-trained, you just need to be the first to pull the trigger. Just hit the other guy before he's ready, just slit his throat without hesitation.Vegetation makes Martin Brubeck that guy.Darcy has the same growth, but Darcy is tall, he's an athlete, and he was brutal and vicious before he was infected.

Suddenly Du had a sense of déjà vu, and he found that he had entered Martin Brubeck's house again, walked to the porch, and then the crazy bastard set fire to the house and drove an ax deep in Marko. Tom's stomach.Old Sinatra songs swirled in his head. I got you...in my skin.