"Damn it!"
In the middle of the night, it started snowing again on the Utah Plateau.
McMahon looked out of the car window, and his subordinate, Steve, had already uttered a curse.
Utah really wasn't much of a place.
During the westward expansion, it wasn't very developed, otherwise, that Demon Sect wouldn't have emerged.
It snowed again at night, and the snow seemed to be getting heavier.
This would undoubtedly have a significant impact on their investigation.
However, the weather's impact hadn't truly manifested yet.
Just now, the Salt Lake City police had called them.
They informed them that the identities of the deceased were very obscure, and some had even deliberately removed their fingerprints.
There are many means of removing fingerprints.
Acid, fire, and so on.
But ultimately, it's extremely painful.
If those guys are willing to endure such pain, then most likely their identities will be impossible to trace.
