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Heavy machine guns swept across and missiles swept the ground.

This method of destroying corpses and eradicating traces can be called crazy and inhumane!

The missile's residual power only affected a radius of a hundred meters, but the commotion caused the already chaotic highway to become even more disorderly.

A large number of cars left the smooth concrete road and turned to the irregular Gobi desert. They ignored the damage to the cars and started running back to the road.

Some vehicles also sped up and crossed that stretch.

Dean climbed down the small slope and returned to the car: "Nelle, we have to get out of here quickly!"

Nell was also frightened by the explosion and turned pale.

She was a little helpless and said: "But my brother"

"In front", Dean started the car and continued to drive forward: "The funeral company's vehicle has passed, we will catch up directly from the Gobi."

The Gobi has no more potholes than the grasslands.

Ordinary cars are not only prone to scratches on the chassis by raised stones, but also prone to sinking into some sand pits, making them unable to move.

Dean's car was originally a shabby second-hand car, and he didn't dare to drive in this area for a long time. After passing through the congested area of ​​​​the road for a while, he turned back.

Not long after.

They caught up with the convoy in front again.

"Huh~ What happened just now? It scared me to death." Niel still looked frightened.

She had never encountered anything like this when she was in England.

"It should be a gang fight."

Dean was talking nonsense.

In fact, he immediately thought of the heavy cannon he had found in Santoni's garage.

The person who took action this time might be the person from the unknown force.

"How can there be such an exaggerated gang?" Nell rolled her eyes at Dean and was about to say something, when suddenly a buzzing noise came from the sky.

She looked outside.

It turned out to be two armed helicopters flying towards the previous fighting position from the opposite direction.

On the other side of the road, police cars and armed personnel carriers with flashing lights appeared one after another, quickly following the armed helicopters.

It looks like.

The appearance of the missile not only alarmed the Las Vegas police, but even the nearby garrison!

"It's such a big fuss."

Dean rubbed his eyes.

He didn't expect the people in the ambush to escape.

This group of people was so desperate that the location of the ambush was probably within the range of military radar. Otherwise, the garrison would not have responded so quickly, let alone the state police who patrolled the streets.

"No~" Nell interrupted Dean's thinking and handed over a pair of sunglasses: "Dean, you have light eyes. If the weather is good, it is best to wear sunglasses outdoors."

"Thanks."

Dean reached for his sunglasses.

The blue eyes are actually not good at all.

Sensitive and photophobic.

It's just such a distraction.

The car thumped and ran over something.

Dean quickly looked in the rearview mirror, and then his pupils shrank.

It was actually a bloody arm!

"What's wrong?"

Nell also felt the vibration of the car just now, but didn't think much about it. After all, the most indispensable thing on the road in Las Vegas is pebbles.

"I crushed a gadget. I'll go take a look. You wait for me in the car."

Dean took out the pistol from his waist, turned on the safety, and first glanced around the road to make sure no one was ambushing him on the roadside before walking towards the severed hand.

The traces of flesh and blood on this arm are very fresh.

Judging from experience, it is estimated that it was less than half an hour after being separated from a living person. The main injury was that the joints were torn apart. As for the bloody surface, you have to ask the passing cars.

Dean got out of the car, not out of curiosity, but because he suspected that the owner of this arm belonged to the off-road vehicle convoy that was ambushed earlier.

"But this place is not close to the previous battlefield. It can't be bombed here." Dean walked outside the road, took off his sunglasses, and carefully looked at the traces around him.

The wind and sand are sweeping here.

Ordinary traces disappear quickly.

But if you look carefully, you can still see some overpowered withered yellow weeds.

Dean took a closer look.

Sure enough, around the weeds, tire tracks of off-road vehicles and bullet casings buried in the sand were found.

Sweeping around, dust was flying.

Large pieces of minced meat, blood stains, and a bullet casing the size of Dean's entire middle finger appeared in front of him.

"I guessed wrong before. It was not an ambush at all, but a pursuit. The unknown forces belong to the pursuers, and the black people driving the off-road vehicles belong to the people running for their lives!"

The place covered by missiles is not the first battle scene at all.

Dean suspected that the missile appeared just to attract the attention of the investigation!

It took two days.

The Gobi landscape will clean up all traces.

"Forget it, I can't afford to offend the forces that can play with missiles. It's okay not to earn this experience point!" Dean was about to return to the car when his feet clicked and he almost tripped.

Look down.

Good guy.

The owner of that arm fell at his feet.

Maybe it's because the land is relatively low-lying.

Covered by wind and sand.

He really hadn't noticed it before.

Dean noticed that on the surface of the broken corpse, the blood stains gathered and condensed into a special pattern. He crouched down and took a look, only to realize that it was the use of a brand tattoo, which caused the blood stains to gush out and become stained here.

"This pattern looks so familiar!"

Think for a moment.

Dean was sure that he had seen this pattern, but he couldn't remember where exactly he saw it for a while.

Nell is still waiting in the car, and Mas's funeral cannot be delayed.

Dean simply took out his mobile phone, took a photo and sent it to Harry, and left a message asking him what kind of tattoo culture it was. After briefly cleaning up the surrounding marks, he returned to the car.

Nell is not stupid either.

She saw blood stains on the road.

But seeing that Dean had no intention of explaining, she wriggled her lips twice and finally chose to shut up.

Mom said that men don’t like women to talk too much.

Mas's funeral was full of twists and turns.

Because of sudden events.

The convoy lost contact with many people along the way.

When Nell and Dean arrived at the cemetery, the funeral company had prepared everything, but only a dozen people came to pay their respects.

Fortunately, the priest is still there.

After a eulogy.

Mas's coffin was lowered into the dug pit.

Everyone lined up one after another to send flowers.

Nell, who was already somewhat relieved, couldn't help but shed tears due to the atmosphere.

This is actually cheaper for Dean.

When a woman is most easily conquered, she is often in a state of emotional ups and downs.
To be continued...