Chapter 15 : The First Victim

At this moment, Yuhui, outside the villa, also saw the explosion on the second floor, as well as Blake and his stand-in in the air.

Seeing the stand-in carrying Blake for the first time, Yuhui looked puzzled.
He loaded the drum magazine, raised his Thompson submachine gun, and fired at Blake in the air.

The hail of bullets pursued Blake intensely.
The stand-in on Blake’s body once again enveloped him, absorbing all the bullets, while accelerating the flapping of its wings, gradually disappearing from Yuhui’s sight.

Yuhui stopped firing.
He threw the gun back into the car’s trunk and looked at the exploded second floor with a puzzled expression.

“Bang!”

The iron gate outside the courtyard was kicked open from the inside, and Rachel, covered in Dirty Ice, walked out of the garden.
After she came out, the Dirty Ice on her body all cracked and fell to the ground.

“Are you hurt?” Yuhui asked.

“No,” Rachel said, brushing the Dirty Ice off her face.
“Where’s Blake?”

“He ran away.”

“He ran away?”

“Yes.”

“So we failed?”

“We failed.”

Rachel was silent for a moment, then asked, “What now?”

“This is the suburbs, so the situation is relatively easy to conceal,” Yuhui said.
“Let’s inform the director and ask him to send people for cleanup.”

People from the Bureau of Abnormal Affairs arrived at the villa’s entrance, responsible for cleaning up the monster corpses and collecting any potentially useful information.
The road near the villa was blocked with barricades and police tape, prohibiting any vehicles or pedestrians from passing.

Rachel walked into the garden, kicked the monster corpse lying on the ground, and looked at the bullet holes and bloodstains on it without saying a word.

A colleague who had been with her at the Bureau for some time passed by, directing the others to clean up the scene.

“Hey, you… what’s your name again?” Rachel didn’t really want to address people with “hey,” she felt it was impolite, but she really couldn’t remember his name.

The colleague was stunned for a moment.
“My name is Steve.”

“Oh, Steve. Do you have a gun?”

“Yes.”

“Shoot it,” Rachel said, pointing at the monster corpse on the ground.

“What?” He was shocked.

“I said, shoot it.”

“But it’s already dead.”

“So what? Shoot.”

“I… I can’t fire without a superior’s order or a special reason, and if I do, I have to write…” Steve’s voice trembled.

“Why are you still such a coward, Steve?” Rachel scratched her hair impatiently.
“Isn’t it just a report? I’ll talk to Old Luo and have him waive it for you.”

“O-okay.”

Steve drew his pistol from its holster, aimed at the monster corpse, and after a moment of aiming, pulled the trigger.

“Careful!”

With a gunshot, Rachel kicked Steve away, dodging the bullet fragments that ricocheted off the monster.

Steve’s shooting angle was somewhat tilted.
The bullet didn’t hit the bone armor head-on, but at an angle.
Coupled with the smooth bone armor, it caused a ricochet.

“What’s going on?” Rachel knelt on one knee, muttering to herself in confusion.

“What are you doing?” Yuhui walked up to Rachel.
The people around were startled by the gunshot and stopped what they were doing.

“It’s nothing, it’s nothing!” Rachel stood up and waved her hands.
“Go back to your work.”

Then she said to Steve, “You go back to your work too. I don’t need you for now. Thanks for your cooperation.”

“What’s wrong?” Yuhui asked.

“I wanted a colleague to test how much damage their weapons could do to the monsters, so that if that guy brings more monsters, we can organize an effective counterattack.”

“You had them shoot at the corpses?” Yuhui asked.

“Yes, the effect wasn’t very ideal,” Rachel shook her head.

“Be careful, watch out for ricochets,” Yuhui said.
“Don’t let anyone get hurt.”

After saying that, Yuhui left.
He went to find the person in charge of examining the bodies to handle the victim’s information.

Rachel walked up to the monster corpse, squatted down, and reached out to touch the wound on it.

This was a fresh wound, made by Steve’s pistol just now.
The wound was very shallow, and the place it hit only had a small scrape, not causing much damage, unlike the wounds Yuhui had made earlier, which went straight into the body, a completely different level of damage.

The monster’s body surface was very hard, like an armadillo’s, with bone plates as hard as armor growing on it.
It seemed that it was indeed difficult for others to harm them.

But how did Yuhui do it?
How could he easily pierce the monster’s defense with a similar weapon?

The staff carried out a body in a body bag on a stretcher.
Its chest cavity was caved in.

Yuhui walked over, holding a photo in his left hand with the metal prosthetic finger.

“The deceased has been confirmed. It’s the homeowner, Elina Wood. Time of death was about three to four hours ago, which matches the time Blake Morton arrived here,” Yuhui handed the photo to Rachel.
“This is a photo found in her house.”

Rachel took the photo, brushed off the broken glass shards, and smoothed out the wrinkles.
The photo was of a beautiful woman who looked to be under thirty.
Golden wavy long hair draped over her shoulders, her skin was snow-white, her lips were bright red, and the hem of her pink dress floated slightly, revealing a pair of pretty calves.
She stood in a wheat field, holding a bunch of wheat seedlings in her hand, a gentle smile on her beautiful face.

Rachel didn’t speak.
Her hand holding the photo was clenched tightly, the flesh under her nails pressed white.
Although her face was expressionless, her teeth were clenched tightly together.

A wave of nameless anger surged in her heart.
Rachel didn’t consider herself a righteous person.
She had no attachment to this strange world and no interest in the lives of others.
But when she witnessed a murder scene with her own eyes, saw the blood, the corpse, and the murderer, she still got angry.
She didn’t know why herself.
Maybe it was the education she had received since she was a child, or maybe it was an innate part of her nature, or perhaps it was her sentimental personality.
The emotion of anger squeezed her thoughts, and a trace of pain flooded her chest.

Yuhui, on the other hand, was not emotional.
He took out a pack of gum, poured out two pieces, and threw them into his mouth.

“The deceased’s body is partially missing. The chest and upper limbs are all gone, leaving only the head and the lower part of the chest. The wound is very neat, it should have been cut off in one blow by some sharp weapon.”

“Blake Morton?”

“It could only be him, but why would he take the deceased’s chest and upper limbs?” Yuhui chewed his gum.
“Did he take those parts with him or has he already done something with them?”

“Her family will be so sad when they find out,” Rachel said.

“We will notify her family to come and confirm her identity when we get back, but we still have to ask them to keep this matter confidential for now,” Yuhui said.

“Can you still track him with the tracker?”

“No, he found the tracker. It was left in the house.”

“Let’s go,” Rachel said, putting the photo in the inner pocket of her coat.
“You go back first. I’m going to find an acquaintance and see if I can get some help from him. You don’t need to follow me.”