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"Screech..."
A full seven police cars stopped outside the abandoned factory. Thirty police officers quickly jumped out of the vehicles, four of them drawing their pistols and rushing to either side of the factory gate. The other officers quickly rushed into the factory, but found nothing except some bodies.
"Ugh..."
Less than a minute after entering, two police officers suddenly rushed out, squatting in front of a police car and vomiting wildly.
"What's wrong?"
A detective walked over, his face grim, and asked.
"Detective Seth..."
The officer looked up, temporarily stopped vomiting, his face pale. "We found many bodies inside, and..." As he spoke of "bodies," the officer seemed to recall something else and began to vomit again.
"Bodies?"
The detective, estimated to be around forty to forty-five years old, frowned and strode into the factory. "This generation of police officers is simply too overwhelmed."
Another young detective, around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, followed behind Detective Seth, a smiling expression on his face as he teased.
"Detective Summer."
At this moment, a female officer came out of the factory, respectfully nodded to him, and then turned to vomit. Detective Summer looked at this female officer, a bad premonition forming in his heart. This female officer was a more senior officer than him, and even she was in such an unbearable state.
Detective Seth and Detective Summer were partners. Their cooperation was quite tacit. Although they had only been partners for a month, they had already solved a major serial murder case.
"Ugh... ugh..."
The two entered the factory and found that among the dozen or so police officers inside, half were squatting on the ground vomiting. They were all gathered around a container, not daring to approach it.
"What was found here?"
Detective Seth calmly approached a middle-aged police officer and asked in a serious tone.
"Detective Seth, we found a large pile of bodies in the container."
"There are also ten bodies outside, placed behind the container."
The two detectives walked around the container. Seeing the ten bodies behind it, their pupils immediately constricted, and their expressions became grim.
"And over here."
The middle-aged police officer led the two detectives to the container door. Before they even got close, the two smelled an unbearable stench. Detective Summer immediately pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and covered his mouth and nose.
"Click."
The middle-aged police officer turned on his flashlight and shone it inside. The two looked into the container, their faces drastically changing. More than ten bodies were entangled in various bizarre, twisted postures. Their bodies were also covered in a mixture of vomit and foul excrement, mixed with a large amount of blood.
The entire interior of the container was like this, and even the walls were covered in filth. This incomparably impactful scene was so severe that even they reacted this way; ordinary people would probably have nightmares just from seeing it.
"Close the door, seal off the factory, and notify headquarters."
"Yes."
At Seth's command, the middle-aged police officer closed the container door, and the other police officers also began to act. Seth's psychological fortitude was clearly much better than the others'. He merely waved his hand lightly, as if to ward off the stench.
"Click... clatter..."
Suddenly, the sound of a lighter flint striking reached his ear. Seth turned his head and saw that Detective Summer had a cigarette in his mouth and was lighting it with a lighter.
"Phew..."
Detective Summer took a deep drag of the cigarette, his expression visibly relaxing.
"Cough..."
Detective Seth stared at him expressionlessly. Detective Summer looked at him, chuckled, shook his head, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, shook one out, and offered it to him. He then lit it for him with his lighter, and Detective Seth also took a satisfying puff.
"Good things are meant to be shared."
Detective Seth said with a smile, holding up his cigarette.
"Let go, let go of me!"
At this moment, a cry of pain came from inside the factory.
"Detective Seth, Detective Summer."
"We caught two people inside."
Four police officers brought two naked men, each restrained, before them.
"Let, let go of me, what do you want? This is my..."
"Bang!"
Before he could finish, Detective Summer directly punched one of them fiercely in the face, making him instantly quiet.
"I like to punch first, then ask questions."
Detective Summer put away his fist, having put on a show of force for the two.
"Where are your companions?"
Detective Summer patted his cheek, a malicious grin on his face.
"What companions? There are only two of us here; there's no one else."
"Yes, there are only two of us here..."
"Bang!"
Detective Summer threw another punch, this time to the other person's abdomen, making him bend over, mouth agape, unable to speak from the pain.
"I wasn't asking you."
Detective Summer flexed his wrist. Detective Seth stepped forward and said.
"Alright, stop hitting them."
He then looked at the two, staring at their eyes expressionlessly, and said in a flat tone.
"It seems your companions abandoned you, leaving you two here to attract the police. How pitiful."
The two trembled, Detective Seth's words were more damaging than Detective Summer's two punches. The two lowered their heads, their spirits somewhat low.
"Come, see what you've done."
Detective Summer grabbed their chins, forcing them to look at the ten foul-smelling bodies placed behind the container, and said in a fierce tone.
"How do you think you two should be sentenced to death?"
The two looked at the pile of bodies and instantly trembled, as if remembering something terrifying.
"Tell us about your companions and their hiding place. Perhaps you can still save your lives."
"Anyway, they abandoned you, so you don't need to cover for them."
"What do you think?"
Detective Seth was best at psychologically attacking criminals, while Detective Summer excelled at tearing open the wounds in criminals' hearts.
But the two only trembled uncontrollably, unable to say a word.
"Do you want to die!?"
Detective Summer roared angrily, pulling out his pistol and pointing it at their chins.
"I'll tell you, I'll tell you..."
"Don't kill me, don't kill me..."
Detective Summer's actions terrified the two. They looked down at the gun barrel pressed against their chins, their lips trembling uncontrollably.
"You said you were transported from the Ozma Federation?"
Detective Summer was a bit skeptical. The Ozma Federation's national power was so strong that its citizens simply didn't need to smuggle themselves into other countries.
"No, no, not..."
"From, from the Triangle of Chaos..."
"No, it's not my fault, it's all Boss Snake, he organized it. If you want to find someone, find him. We were forced..."
Detective Summer put away his pistol, tucked it into his holster, and shrugged at Detective Seth, indicating that he was handing it over to him.
"You just said there was a survivor?"
Detective Seth, with a cigarette in his mouth, stood in front of the two, his face expressionless.
Fifteen minutes later...
"Severe dehydration, and the time of death was over twenty-four hours ago."
"As for more in-depth results, we'll have to wait for the autopsy report."
Various professionals dispatched from headquarters soon arrived at the scene. They conducted preliminary examinations on the various mixtures and bodies in the container, yielding these results. At the same time, personnel were dispatched to collect all the bodies placed outside and inside the container. After disinfecting the scene, the bodies were sent to the laboratory for examination.
The police sealed off the abandoned factory, prohibiting anyone from approaching. Detective Summer and Detective Seth also returned to the station, awaiting the autopsy report and further test results.
"The bodies and fecal matter and other mixtures all contain a large amount of Escherichia coli; they all died from bacterial infection."
Detectives Summer and Seth were somewhat surprised by this result. Looking at the report in their hands, Detective Summer frowned.
"So, these people died while still at sea."
"That's right."
The newcomer adjusted his glasses. He was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, a top student from Eddie American National University, handsome, tall, and with a scholarly demeanor. As he walked, many female officers in the office secretly looked at him.
"Furthermore, according to my judgment, this is not a simple case, Detectives."
"I have already reported it to a higher department. This is an unusual bacterial infection incident."
A white light flashed on Eric's glasses. He stared at the two detectives without flinching, and said in a deep voice.
"I suspect this is a new type of virus."
Eric's words made the two's faces change drastically. They looked at Eric with astonishment.
"Although this is just my speculation, and further testing is needed, but..."
"I have studied all bacterial infections, and not a single case has resulted in this kind of death."
Eric finished speaking, turned directly, and walked towards the office door. As he left, he deeply glanced at Summer and Seth.
"I hope you... truly did a good job disinfecting."
With a "bang," the office door closed tightly.
"Damn it, who does that kid think he is, the president of National University?"
"How dare he talk to us like that."
Detective Summer paced back and forth in the office, hands on his hips, his face full of displeasure. This kind of fresh graduate from a prestigious university loved to give his superiors attitude and had no idea how to conduct himself.
"No need to get angry with a hothead like him."
"It's precisely because we have people like him who are always eager to be first at everything that our work can be easier."
Detective Seth, however, remained calm. He slapped the report file onto the desk with a "bang" and stood up. "Our top priority is to quickly find that only survivor."
"Otherwise..."
Detective Summer also quieted down, his face slightly changed.
Regardless of that kid's attitude just now, at least what he said was credible. They had to find the surviving illegal immigrant as soon as possible.
Coronel City, Sachs Creek District.
"Eat your king..."
In an old, seven-story residential building, a few old men sat on deck chairs, watching a chess game in progress.
"Clang clang clang..."
From a room on the seventh floor above them, the kitchen echoed with "clang clang clang," the sound of someone stir-frying dishes.
"Just make yourselves at home; cook whatever you want," a man walked out of the kitchen, it was Boss Snake. He brought out a bowl of food, placed it on the table, and greeted his brothers with a smile.
"Boss, your place here isn't bad."
One subordinate stood by the window, looking at the neighborhood environment and the children playing on the street, then turned and chuckled.
"For now, we'll lay low here."
"This is my old house. The conditions are average, but the environment is okay. It won't inconvenience anyone too much."
"Oh, right, I'm going to buy some medicine. You guys eat first, don't go out."
"Boss, I'll go with you."
"No need. I'm familiar with this area. I'll be back soon."
Boss Snake waved his hand, opened the door, and walked out. He had lived here since he was a child. He was familiar with every blade of grass and tree. Any sign of trouble would not escape his eyes and ears.
"I'll just go to a nearby pharmacy."
He planned to first go to a nearby pharmacy to buy some fever medicine for that woman. Later, after he had enjoyed himself, he could sell her to the red-light district and earn another sum.
"Ouch..."
Suddenly, as Boss Snake walked, his right hand clutched his stomach in pain. With a "bang," he directly collapsed to the ground, a sharp pain in his abdomen accompanied by a nauseous, dizzy feeling.
"Ugh..."
Immediately, Boss Snake lay on the ground, vomiting uncontrollably. Passersby saw him like this and quickly retreated several steps before pulling out their phones to call for an ambulance.
Five minutes later, an ambulance arrived.
"Quick, quick..."
Four paramedics immediately lifted the continuously vomiting Boss Snake onto a stretcher and rushed him into the ambulance, which sped towards the hospital, sirens wailing.
"Pfft~"
A spraying sound echoed inside the ambulance. Even the paramedics couldn't help but cover their mouths and noses, feeling the urge to vomit. It turned out that Boss Snake was not only vomiting, but he had also lost control of his bladder and bowels.
That was the sound of him spraying feces. Urine, feces, and various vomit covered the entire stretcher and the interior of the ambulance. Some excretions even sprayed onto the paramedics, making them utterly disgusted.
"Quick, move aside! The patient is in critical condition!"
Inside the hospital, paramedics pushed the stretcher cart rapidly, "swishing" forward. As the wheels rolled, doctors, nurses, and patients alike moved out of the way.
"Ventilator!"
After being admitted to the ward, the doctor immediately took measures.
"Beep beep beep..."
However, Boss Snake's heart rate on the electrocardiogram was rapidly rising, and with the passage of time, it had already exceeded 130 beats per minute. Boss Snake on the hospital bed was gradually losing consciousness.
At the same time the ventilator was applied, he was still continuously spitting out a brownish-red mixed liquid from his mouth, his water and electrolyte balance completely chaotic.
"What do we do, Doctor..."
A nurse's face was anxious, and the doctor also frowned deeply, silent. But emergency measures were still being carried out. At the same time, acid-base balance correction, hemostasis, and physical examination were performed.
Soon, the test results came out. The patient had a severe bacterial infection throughout his body, hypoproteinemia, liver damage, kidney failure, gastric perforation, high fever, and many other complications. This made the doctor, who had been barely calm a moment ago, look extremely grim.
"Multi-antibiotic intravenous drip treatment, Insulation..."
Two hours later, based on previous experience, the doctor instructed the nurse to continue rescue efforts, finally bringing the patient's condition under control. He walked out of the ward, wiped his forehead, and let out a sigh of relief.
"Go take a break now."
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