At dawn, an uninvited guest was welcomed by the alleys that were rarely visited.
Hiding his right hand in the horse clip's pocket, Agent Davis walked into the alley, tightly grasping the M9 with open safety, and searching through the alley with vigilant eyes.
Just a few days ago, Agent Braddock, who was following Abel Torres's trail in Colombia, disappeared in his apartment.
After receiving the order from the CIA headquarters, Davis immediately ended the case at hand and rushed from Brazil next to Colombia. He followed the clues of drug lord Abel Torres and came to Bogota, the capital of sin.
According to the informant's intelligence and analysis of existing clues, Abel Torres met a Florida dealer at a bar near the airport last night.
It is said that because of something big happening recently, the drug lord is preparing to directly exchange all the inventory in the stock for arms.
Davis didn't know what the big thing Torres mentioned was about to happen in Colombia, just like he knew nothing about the whereabouts of his colleagues, but that was why he appeared here.
The CIA's senior management attached great importance to this matter, not only gave him the highest level of operational authority, but also promised him that he could mobilize a seal when necessary.
Now, all the clues point to here.
From the mouth of a homeless man, he spent $10 to learn that Abel Torres had appeared in the alley in the early hours of yesterday morning.
There was also a blonde girl who appeared in the alley together, looking about twelve or thirteen years old.
Knowing the special hobby of this drug lord, Davis obscured two seconds of silence for the girl who was probably in danger and continued along the alley.
The air was filled with a faint smell of blood, which made his brows frown slightly.
Soon, he discovered some unusual places from several details on the ground.
hair?
Squatting on the ground, Davis took out his gloves and put them on, and used tweezers to pick up a brown hair strand from the ground.
He took out the flashlight with his other hand and placed the hair under the flashlight. He quickly discovered the problem.
Brown, matching Torres's hair color.The break is neat, not like being torn off during a fight, but like being cut off directly by some kind of sharp weapon.Bloodstains?Who will it belong?
The conditions here obviously cannot be used for DNA identification.
Davis took out a small plastic bag about the width of his index finger from his pocket, grabbed the hair with tweezers, and put it in carefully.
After doing all this, he continued to search on the ground.
However, what surprised him was that he found many useful clues on the ground, but he did not find the one he had been looking for.
Blonde hair...what's wrong with Ah, it should be very conspicuous.Did Torres not encounter any resistance when he committed the violence?But this cannot explain the bloody hair...and the fiber left by textiles.
While analyzing to himself in a low voice, Davis searched deep into the alley.
Just as he passed by a row of trash cans, his steps suddenly stopped.
He frowned slightly, and his eyes looked at the row of trash cans.
In the disgusting smell of rancid smell, he vaguely smelled a slight smell of blood that was stronger than before.
Walking forward, Davis reached out and held the lid of the trash can.
The moment he opened it, the stinking smell came over his face, causing him to subconsciously move his head back.
Looking at the scrap newspaper in the trash can, he reached out and flirted with it casually.
Just as he reached into the scrap newspaper, he immediately felt something wet stuck to his hands.
A little stunned, he suddenly opened the newspaper in the trash can.
After seeing the things buried under the newspaper, his face turned pale, and a heat swelled up and down the stomach belt, almost pouring into his Adam's apple.
Arms, organs, and even eyeballs...all the parts are neatly placed in the bloody bucket, perfectly utilizing every inch of space.
However, it is this almost cold neatness that makes this bloody look cruel and cold.
Even though he was used to seeing the corpse and blood, he couldn't help feeling the trembling and fear that penetrated his bones by the scene in front of him.
What kind of person can be such a ruthless move...
God...Shet...
He muttered incoherently, put on plastic gloves and mechanically pulled out the head.Turning it to the front, his index finger slid down the bridge of its nose and stopped at its jaw.
Abel Torres…can't be wrong.
After taking two steps back, Davis muttered blankly, pulled off the plastic gloves and threw them into the packaging bag he carried with him.
This is the flag bearer... Pressing the button on the neckline, Davis endured the vomiting in his heart and said in a difficult tone, locking the trace of Abel Torres.
There!?In the special operation command room of CIA headquarters, Baird snatched the communicator and hurriedly said.
In a small alley outside the airport.Davis, with a pale face, glanced at the pile of indescribable things, walked inward for fifteen meters and turned left, and in the second trash can...
Baird was stunned, thinking he had heard it wrong.
The second... trash can?
Yes.Davis swallowed with difficulty, and a total of three people were killed, or were cruelly dismembered, stuffed into the trash can.One of them is Torres, the other is his confidant, with a long name and a native of South America.
You mean, Abel Torres...had he...been killed?Baird said in disbelief.
Davis said slowly after taking a deep breath.
That's it.
Although the CIA has always wanted to get rid of this guy quickly, he definitely doesn't want him to die here just like that.
He still has a lot of information to dig, but he died in such an unknown way, completely disrupting their work.
Where is Agent Braddock… Baird asked.
have no idea.Davis smiled bitterly. The only thing that is certain is that he is not in this trash can.
Found the murderer who killed Abel Torres!He probably knows something.
yes……
After hanging up the communication, Davis's face became even more bitter.
The clue is disconnected here.
Who was it that executed Abel Torres in such a cruel way?Is it just to eat black, or to bury some shocking secret?
Also, where is Agent Braddock now?Did he discover something before he disappeared?
For some reason, Davis suddenly felt a chill behind him.
From the rotten smell mixed with the smell of blood, he faintly smelled a trace of conspiracy.
His intuition has always been very accurate.
And now, his intuition is telling him that what he sees is just the tip of the iceberg of the conspiracy...
Hiding his right hand in the horse clip's pocket, Agent Davis walked into the alley, tightly grasping the M9 with open safety, and searching through the alley with vigilant eyes.
Just a few days ago, Agent Braddock, who was following Abel Torres's trail in Colombia, disappeared in his apartment.
After receiving the order from the CIA headquarters, Davis immediately ended the case at hand and rushed from Brazil next to Colombia. He followed the clues of drug lord Abel Torres and came to Bogota, the capital of sin.
According to the informant's intelligence and analysis of existing clues, Abel Torres met a Florida dealer at a bar near the airport last night.
It is said that because of something big happening recently, the drug lord is preparing to directly exchange all the inventory in the stock for arms.
Davis didn't know what the big thing Torres mentioned was about to happen in Colombia, just like he knew nothing about the whereabouts of his colleagues, but that was why he appeared here.
The CIA's senior management attached great importance to this matter, not only gave him the highest level of operational authority, but also promised him that he could mobilize a seal when necessary.
Now, all the clues point to here.
From the mouth of a homeless man, he spent $10 to learn that Abel Torres had appeared in the alley in the early hours of yesterday morning.
There was also a blonde girl who appeared in the alley together, looking about twelve or thirteen years old.
Knowing the special hobby of this drug lord, Davis obscured two seconds of silence for the girl who was probably in danger and continued along the alley.
The air was filled with a faint smell of blood, which made his brows frown slightly.
Soon, he discovered some unusual places from several details on the ground.
hair?
Squatting on the ground, Davis took out his gloves and put them on, and used tweezers to pick up a brown hair strand from the ground.
He took out the flashlight with his other hand and placed the hair under the flashlight. He quickly discovered the problem.
Brown, matching Torres's hair color.The break is neat, not like being torn off during a fight, but like being cut off directly by some kind of sharp weapon.Bloodstains?Who will it belong?
The conditions here obviously cannot be used for DNA identification.
Davis took out a small plastic bag about the width of his index finger from his pocket, grabbed the hair with tweezers, and put it in carefully.
After doing all this, he continued to search on the ground.
However, what surprised him was that he found many useful clues on the ground, but he did not find the one he had been looking for.
Blonde hair...what's wrong with Ah, it should be very conspicuous.Did Torres not encounter any resistance when he committed the violence?But this cannot explain the bloody hair...and the fiber left by textiles.
While analyzing to himself in a low voice, Davis searched deep into the alley.
Just as he passed by a row of trash cans, his steps suddenly stopped.
He frowned slightly, and his eyes looked at the row of trash cans.
In the disgusting smell of rancid smell, he vaguely smelled a slight smell of blood that was stronger than before.
Walking forward, Davis reached out and held the lid of the trash can.
The moment he opened it, the stinking smell came over his face, causing him to subconsciously move his head back.
Looking at the scrap newspaper in the trash can, he reached out and flirted with it casually.
Just as he reached into the scrap newspaper, he immediately felt something wet stuck to his hands.
A little stunned, he suddenly opened the newspaper in the trash can.
After seeing the things buried under the newspaper, his face turned pale, and a heat swelled up and down the stomach belt, almost pouring into his Adam's apple.
Arms, organs, and even eyeballs...all the parts are neatly placed in the bloody bucket, perfectly utilizing every inch of space.
However, it is this almost cold neatness that makes this bloody look cruel and cold.
Even though he was used to seeing the corpse and blood, he couldn't help feeling the trembling and fear that penetrated his bones by the scene in front of him.
What kind of person can be such a ruthless move...
God...Shet...
He muttered incoherently, put on plastic gloves and mechanically pulled out the head.Turning it to the front, his index finger slid down the bridge of its nose and stopped at its jaw.
Abel Torres…can't be wrong.
After taking two steps back, Davis muttered blankly, pulled off the plastic gloves and threw them into the packaging bag he carried with him.
This is the flag bearer... Pressing the button on the neckline, Davis endured the vomiting in his heart and said in a difficult tone, locking the trace of Abel Torres.
There!?In the special operation command room of CIA headquarters, Baird snatched the communicator and hurriedly said.
In a small alley outside the airport.Davis, with a pale face, glanced at the pile of indescribable things, walked inward for fifteen meters and turned left, and in the second trash can...
Baird was stunned, thinking he had heard it wrong.
The second... trash can?
Yes.Davis swallowed with difficulty, and a total of three people were killed, or were cruelly dismembered, stuffed into the trash can.One of them is Torres, the other is his confidant, with a long name and a native of South America.
You mean, Abel Torres...had he...been killed?Baird said in disbelief.
Davis said slowly after taking a deep breath.
That's it.
Although the CIA has always wanted to get rid of this guy quickly, he definitely doesn't want him to die here just like that.
He still has a lot of information to dig, but he died in such an unknown way, completely disrupting their work.
Where is Agent Braddock… Baird asked.
have no idea.Davis smiled bitterly. The only thing that is certain is that he is not in this trash can.
Found the murderer who killed Abel Torres!He probably knows something.
yes……
After hanging up the communication, Davis's face became even more bitter.
The clue is disconnected here.
Who was it that executed Abel Torres in such a cruel way?Is it just to eat black, or to bury some shocking secret?
Also, where is Agent Braddock now?Did he discover something before he disappeared?
For some reason, Davis suddenly felt a chill behind him.
From the rotten smell mixed with the smell of blood, he faintly smelled a trace of conspiracy.
His intuition has always been very accurate.
And now, his intuition is telling him that what he sees is just the tip of the iceberg of the conspiracy...
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