Corpse.

The entire container seems to have become a slaughterhouse, or even an authentic slaughterhouse is not so bloody. After all, even killing pigs now pays attention to animal rights.

The unrecognizable corpse limbs spilled into the entire container. The members of the Falcon No. 1 team were unable to find the complete corpse, and could only distinguish their identity from the clothes on the separated corpse.

Dead, all dead.

It was only a moment in the headset, and it was only a while since they came here, but they didn't hear any screams or calls for help along the way. What does this mean?

Drake's expression was extremely difficult to see. Unlike the urge to vomit the terrorist team members of the No. 2 Eagle 2 anti-terrorism team, he resisted the nausea in his heart, stepped on the blood all over the ground, and took a step forward.

After glanced inside the container, he issued an order without hesitation.

“Encircle the entire port!”

When the order was issued, he gasped quickly and felt the hard object under his feet. He looked down and reached out to pick up the CR2004 camcorder that was flooded with blood.

...

...

The heavy rain is still sweeping the sea, and the raging waves are endlessly hitting the reefs on the shore, and every impact will splash out amazing waves. In such natural power, humans alone are really fragile as vases. A slight collision can break such vases into slag.

No one can, and no one dares to come to the coast in such weather. Even if the family calls the police the next day, it is impossible to find the body.

But in this environment where no one dared to come, a figure stepped out from the dark and violent waves. No matter how strong the waves are, no matter how strong the wind and rain are, they are like rocks that are still as motionless as mountains, gradually revealing their heads from the sea water, and then their necks, chests, and lower bodies, step by step, step on the sand to the coast.

When he completely stepped onto the coast, he realized that the figure was not just one person. In fact, on his left hand, he was holding the shoulder of another figure. Under such a storm, he dragged another person to the coast step by step.

"Bang!"

He casually threw the person he was dragging on the beach. The figure continued to ignore the heavy rain and sputtering waves around him, squatted down and pressed his palm on the man's forehead.

The light and shadow were dim, and I could not see the movements of the figure or his appearance. I could only look at the body lying on the beach, and the person pressed on his forehead would inevitably be in great pain.

Soon, the twitching body stopped moving, the blood began to cold, and the heart stopped beating.

The figure slowly stood up.

“Huhu…”

The strong wind swayed the heavy rain and beat the man on the back, but it could not shake him at all.

“Memory extraction…”

He retracted his gaze on the corpse, looked down at his palm again: "Death... is too long, memory extraction is 5%..."

The memory extraction of the original owner of the body was not successful. It seemed that because the death time was too long, the brain cells were basically declared dead.

He didn't care much about this.

After a while of silence, he gradually sorted out the fragments of his memory, compared the height and size of the corpse with the parasitic human being, and then took off his clothes and changed them to his body.

The wet clothes were always rubbed by heavy rain, and they couldn't say anything comfortable when they pressed against their skin, but this was meaningless to him. He got up and grabbed the body casually without looking back. It was like throwing out a bag of garbage that he had no choice. The body, which was nearly 80 kilograms, quickly drew an arc in the air, and fell heavily into the deep and black wave, and disappeared in an instant.

He walked onto the coast, walked through the grass pressed by the storm, and came to the endless highway.

The figure glanced casually, as if the dark night and the sudden rain would not have much impact on his sight.

A few kilometers to the left is the port.

Of course he won't return the same way.

Looking towards the road on the right, the figure slowly raised its pace, and then... gently landed on the asphalt road.

"Swoosh!"

Just like a sharp arrow shot out of the string, the pouring rain was smashed by the galloping body, and drops of rain cracked into several grains in the air, and then swept into the strong wind and merged with other raindrops coming, and they all plunged into the soil without hesitation.

The figure was running in the wind at a speed of nearly forty yards, not like humans. Heavy rain and wind could not deviate his movements. Often, at the moment of his step, he would twist his body, his shoulder blades and spine shook and shrink, minimizing the impact of the wind.

Every step I took was more than three meters away. In the dark environment, the figure flashed and flickered, as if the frame rate was insufficient and the frame painting in the middle was lost, which was strange and difficult to understand.

Half an hour later.

The figure gradually stopped.

The main road was still moving forward, but there was a fork on the left side. When lightning and thunder were roaring, he saw the letters on the street sign clearly.

The broken memory flashed through my mind.

He didn't hesitate anymore and walked to the fork in the road.

After a few kilometers of the fork, there was a motel, hidden in the woods next to the highway, with a good RV camping site. From a distance, he could see that several RVs were on lights.

That's not the point.

The point is that he reads the memory of the corpse and tells him that in human society, there must be money. And here are the passports, ID documents, currency, etc. that the corpse hides during its lifetime...

In addition, why did this corpse think about killing the original owner of his current body?

Maybe, some clues can be found there.

No one will come out tonight for activities, either after resting and falling into a deep sleep, or hiding in a hotel room or RV.

No one noticed his arrival.

Following the fragments of memory, the figure gradually stepped onto the hotel aisle. With the obstruction of the eaves, the rain no longer continued to hit him.

Room 107.

There are only two floors of the motel, from No. 101 to No. 112 on the first floor, there are 12 rooms, which is probably the same as on the second floor.

The heavy rain not only obscured his figure, but also affected his hearing. He stood at the door of the room and it was difficult to distinguish the movement within hundreds of meters around him.

Maybe it takes a little time to get used to it.

Unconscious thoughts floated by in his heart.

Holding the door handle of Room 107, he didn't notice a key inside his clothes, but it didn't matter if he didn't have a key. He seemed to have a light bump, and a muffled sound was not heard from him, and the lock core of the door was destroyed.
Chapter completed!