The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol.

Chapter 307

After saying that, Jack took a rag and blocked Peter's mouth. As he watched in horror, he turned off all the light sources in the room, and finally closed the door gently.

The autopsy room was silent for a moment, except for the sound of Pete's heavy breathing, there was only a slight patter of water droplets falling on his forehead and between his eyebrows.

The sound of the water was weak but clearly audible, and Pete's panting became heavier and heavier, but no matter how much he struggled, it was of no avail, the water droplets still hammered his head firmly.

"pat pat. pat"

Amidst the sound of water dripping that seemed to never stop, Peter gradually lost his sense of time and felt his body getting colder and colder.

The most frightening thing was that after an unknown period of time, the skin between his eyebrows and his forehead gradually lost his feeling and began to become numb.

But the snapping sound became clearer and clearer, like a magic sound that penetrated the brain, and even echoed throughout the room. Peter tried his best to make a snoring sound from his nasal cavity, but to no avail. He could not stop the damn sound of water droplets.

Time was slowly passing by, and the fear in Pete's heart was infinitely magnified. After an unknown period of time, as his body tensed up, a stench permeated the autopsy room, and he became incontinent.

With a click, the door was opened, and then the lights came on, and Jack wearing a gas mask appeared in Pete's field of vision.

"Tsk, tsk, you are such a naughty boy, why did you get yourself so dirty?"

"Are you hungry? Don't worry, I have prepared a lot of nutrient solutions for you, including saline, glucose, and various vitamins. This is only the first day, and we still have many, many days to go."

After finishing all this, Jack pushed an infusion rack, and chattered while tinkering.

Jack paused, took off the rag from his mouth, "What's wrong? What do you want to say?"

With his face covered by the gas mask, Pete couldn't see Jack's expression clearly, but for some reason, he could clearly feel that the other party seemed to be struggling, like a child who was reluctant to part with a newly acquired toy.

Pete was not a trained agent, and he didn't even have much education. After being frightened by Jack, he confessed all the disgusting things he and his accomplices had done.

Jack interrupted and continued trying to stuff the rag into the guy's mouth.

Jack's muffled sound came, and then he pulled another water pipe and started flushing. The planing table is so easy to use, and soon the dirt will flow down the sewer on one side.

"Three years?" Jack finally stopped.

"No, no, we raped her. I admit that we did it. On the way back to the camp that day, I happened to meet that girl, and then"

They lacked equipment, manpower, and vehicles. The only thing they didn't lack was the ample weapons and ammunition in the arsenal.

The old sheriff personally opened the gun storage, and the well-maintained rifles were neatly placed in the gun cabinet.

"But there are a bunch of poor kids inside, and few of them can afford that kind of high-quality goods. Saiji was very upset. When he was about to leave, he found a drunk girl."

Jane took an AR-15 from Jack and rolled her eyes.

Every year, the military eliminates a large number of AR series rifles and ammunition and distributes them to police stations in various states of the Federation. Even remote tribal police stations can get enough weapons and bullets.

Local hunter Corey Lambert, Natalie's father Martin Hansen, old Sheriff Ben Shawe and his police officers, Jane, Braxton, and others covered their mouths and tried their best. Aaliyah suppressed herself from crying.

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The tribal police station where Wind River Valley is located is really poor, with less than 65% of the budget implemented each year, so they can only rely on seven official police officers to maintain law and order in the entire 4000-square-kilometer area of ​​the reservation.

"Then we fucked her, that was the first time, we all smoked high, played for two days, until the third day someone found out that the girl ran away, and then Sergey drove around to find it, and came back At the time he said the wolves had already helped out."

"No, there is a person who bet with me. He thinks that it is impossible for water droplets to carve out the skull, and I want to win him with the facts."

Peter was fixed on the autopsy table. He was extremely emotional and just wanted to let the madman in front of him let go of him as soon as possible. He was not aware of the existence of anyone else.

Everyone was busy, checking the firearms and loading the magazines. Normally, in order to prevent the spring failure from causing ammunition supply failure, the bullets and magazines were usually stored separately.

"What do you want to know? I'm telling you, please don't do this again, you madman, what do you want to know? God, I'm willing to say anything, just let me go."

"go on."

"We did something else. Stop it. Don't continue. I'll tell you everything. We've been doing this for three years. It was just an accident that the girl ran away."

As he spoke, Jack picked up the rag, ready to stuff it back into Pete's mouth.

In three years, there were nearly two dozen victims. He couldn't even remember the exact number. Most of the girls were buried in the frozen soil under the prefabricated houses.

"Wrong answer, you don't need to admit it, I already knew who the murderer was."

Sometimes it was too cold and the ground was so frozen that even excavators couldn’t dig it, so they dumped the corpses in the woods. In the cold winter, the hungry beasts only needed a day or two to complete the work of destroying the corpses.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo." Pete struggled desperately.

"At first it was just an accident, it was a party, a group of teenagers had a party, and Sergey saw it, and he took a few people to sell 'American herbs.'"

Peter, who was tied to the autopsy bed, was still talking about the criminal past of him and his accomplices. Outside the open door of the autopsy room, the corridor was already full of people.

"Then what?" The autopsy room became extremely quiet. Apart from the conversation between the two, there were only a few forcibly suppressed, somewhat heavy breathing sounds coming from the door.

Pete whimpered, "Please stop, it's too dark and cold outside, no one wants to chase her, we all know she's dead."

"This is against federal law and I'm going to jail for this."

Listening to her whine, Jack smiled and comforted her, "Just wait for your promotion, trust me."

Jane didn't believe it at all. According to this battle, her identity as an FBI agent would definitely be lost. She would be thankful if she could not be sent to a federal prison afterwards.

Summoning, monthly ticket, ticket, ticket!