Only I Have the Law: A Fantasy Daily Life

Chapter 196 Was this place trampled by a Tyrannosaurus Rex?
Besides the unusual gathering of large numbers of animals.

Hans also smelled something unusual.

Theoretically speaking.

The air here should actually be filled with the fresh scent of grass and trees and the fragrance of damp earth.

Or even if it doesn't smell that good.

At the very least, it would be the smell of decaying soil and other natural odors.

Instead, it won't be like it is now.

Hans detected a different scent amidst the natural aromas, like a cold, venomous snake quietly slithering into his nostrils.

The smell was extremely faint.

However, its features are relatively distinct.

At least for Hans Müller, who was used to seeing blood, he immediately recognized the smell without much thought.

Blood!

It's blood without a doubt!

Having personally taken at least a dozen lives, he was an expert in this field.

In his expert opinion...

There were even deeper discoveries.

He discovered that the smell of blood here was different from the smell of fresh prey; it was more like the lingering scent of death.

There are differences between these two types of blood.

The freshly drawn blood is warm and has a sharp smell.

The scent lingering in the forest at this moment is much fainter and more intense.

The sharp, metallic sweetness of fresh blood had almost completely disappeared.

Or rather, it was completely transformed.

It's like something that's been sitting for a long time, leaving only a dull, fishy smell with signs of decay.

"The blood here... is from at least a few days ago."

Hans muttered to himself, frowning as he made a judgment as a veteran.

Carl and Ryan obviously smelled it too.

The two exchanged a slightly tense glance and gripped their weapons tightly together.

Their bodies tensed slightly as they warily scanned the eerily silent woods around them.

I was afraid that danger might suddenly appear somewhere.

Be ready to empty the magazine at any time.

Even if it's a brown bear that comes, it will be turned into a meat sieve on the spot.

The air at this moment.

A chilling, deathly silence seemed to permeate the air.

Hans's heart sank suddenly, as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

It's not surprising that there was a bloody smell at headquarters.

After all, a live sacrifice had been carried out just a few days ago.

However, the fact that the stench of blood from the live sacrifice at headquarters remained so strong after so many days indicates that no one had dealt with it.

The human sacrifice cannot be left unresolved after it ends.

Moreover, at the same time, the headquarters has also been out of contact for the past few days...

The current situation is now quite clear.

The fate of those people at headquarters is almost obvious.

Combined with the circling scavenging birds, the roaming carnivores, and the lingering, instinctive premonition of bloodshed...

He realized: Something had happened at headquarters!
Although I don't know what happened.

However, it's highly likely that this is no small matter.

then.

Hans stopped and signaled Karl and Renn to halt and take cover.

He quickly crouched down, using the trunk of a thick spruce tree as cover.

Then he took out a high-powered telescope.

The camera was focused on that desolate villa area.

This forest, which should be dark by evening, has relatively long days this season because of its geographical location, which is close to the Arctic Circle.

In addition, when the villa area was selected and built, it was not chosen that the trees were too dense, to the point of blocking out the sun.

and so.

At this moment, the surroundings are still quite bright and clear.

This allows everything in the vicinity to still be seen relatively clearly at this time.

The camera slowly pans across the scene.

The headquarters came into view quite clearly.

The gate of a villa has vanished, leaving only a dark entrance that looks like an empty eye socket.

Apart from that, nothing seems out of the ordinary.

Sudden.

His gaze suddenly fixed on the open space at the edge of the villa area.

At the foot of the watchtower.

A crow was pecking at a blackened, congealed patch of something on the ground, seemingly oblivious to its surroundings.

There were also some scattered pieces nearby that could roughly be assembled into a human shape.

Hans suddenly stopped breathing.

That's... a human corpse!
He made that judgment immediately.

However, because many animals had eaten it and it looked like quite a few days had passed, the corpse now looked completely unrecognizable.

You can't tell who it is through the binoculars.

However, based on the location of the body, Hans felt that it might be the person who was on guard duty and patrolling the surrounding area on the day the incident occurred at headquarters.

Was it just one person who died, or were they all wiped out?
Hans Müller leans towards the possibility that they have all been wiped out, otherwise such a corpse would not have been left to rot in the wilderness.

So why did this happen?

This question came up almost immediately.

After all, the people at headquarters aren't exactly well-equipped.

They were at least all armed.

Even among them, there are quite a few fully automatic firearms that are not allowed to be sold privately.

With this level of firepower, it certainly wouldn't be afraid of wild beasts like wolves, insects, tigers, and leopards; the power of the carbon-based biological cooler is beyond doubt.

Enough to kill any living thing that tries it.

Even so, it seems they were still wiped out.

This indicates that the enemy is exceptionally powerful.

Did they encounter well-equipped poachers? Or a heavily armed drug cartel? Or perhaps the sect finally offended some powerful figure and was secretly eliminated?

The chaotic scene through the binoculars felt like cold needles, piercing his eyes.

Beneath the watchtower, amidst the fragments of the corpse, his mind silently conjured up all sorts of possibilities.

But he quickly forced himself to calm down.

Try to hold your breath and concentrate like a real hunter, then calm down and scan the entire villa area inch by inch with binoculars.

Although the light was slowly fading over time, the current visibility was still sufficient for him to see most of the details.

Through the binoculars, he saw that most of the doors and windows of the core villas were intact.

Only the main gate of the villa at the very center was forcibly broken open, and even the door itself was nowhere to be found.

Now, there is only deathly silence here!
It was an almost absolute stillness.

Even the sound of the wind passing through the broken doors and windows sounded like the whispers of the dead.

"Come with me, and be gentle."

Hans lowered his voice to a whisper, as if afraid of being overheard by something in the shadows.

Next.

The three men silently pinned him down and killed him.

Quietly using the cover of trees and bushes, they slowly approached the villa area.

Whether it was a hallucination or not, Hans Müller felt that the lingering smell of blood in the air was getting stronger and stronger.

soon.

As he pondered, they had already reached the foot of the watchtower.

The crow that was feeding was startled by the group and flew away, letting out a disgruntled cry.

Hans didn't think much of it.

Instead, he immediately and impatiently squatted down.

Suppressing the churning in his stomach, he began to carefully examine the corpse, which had been gnawed beyond recognition.

Because I am not a professional forensic doctor.

So he couldn't discern much. But at least he could see that the body was contorted in several ways, clearly indicating a fall from a height, though he didn't know whether the fall occurred before or after death.

He then pulled aside the corpse's shirt, and his gaze immediately froze at that moment.

Because he saw something extremely wrong.

On the side of the corpse's neck, near the ear, the skin and muscles exhibited an extremely unnatural deep purple depression.

The shape was crystal clear!
It was clearly a handprint left when a complete human thumb and the other four fingers were put together, deeply embedded in the flesh and bone!

This made Hans' heart skip a beat, and his pupils instantly contracted to the size of pinpoints.

If it were a wild animal tearing or a blunt object striking, that would be one thing, but it's not one of those situations.

It was made by hand, by some strange reason.

This implies a terrifying truth.

It's not easy for a human hand to sculpt to this extent.

That means a precise and terrifying force needs to be applied to a single point in an instant to crush the cervical vertebrae and throat bones!
This is simply unimaginable.

A normal human being can strangle someone to death, but that involves obstructing breathing, not actually crushing the neck.

An ordinary human being could never crush a person's neck, much less manipulate it like clay.

Think of this.

Hans's fingers trembled involuntarily, and a chill instantly crept up his spine and spread throughout his body.

He recalled some legends about ancient monsters deep in the forest and felt that this must be the work of some kind of terrifying legendary demon or monster.
if it is like this.

How could someone who did such a thing still be around?

But after gripping the cold gun in my hand...

He quickly regained a semblance of calm, as if the gun gave him courage.

"Boss, look inside..."

Carl pointed to a villa not far away whose gate had disappeared and was wide open.

That's the core area of ​​headquarters.

They need to explore further.

Hans took a deep breath.

Suppressing the turmoil in his heart, he stood up and gestured for the two to follow.

They then cautiously approached the breach in the villa.

As soon as he got close.

You can feel the strong smell of blood coming from here, which is almost suffocating.

Hans was the first to step across the threshold.

The sight before my eyes.

Even someone as accustomed to bloodshed as him was instantly taken aback.

My stomach started spasming violently!

The floor of the villa's hall was now covered with a thick layer of dark red and black viscous blood plasma, which was even sticky to the touch.

The interior lighting is relatively dim.

But it was enough to see the corpses scattered everywhere.

Recently, a corpse was found slumped against the wall, like an empty bag of garbage, its neck twisted at an eerie angle.

The head area was empty; it was unclear where it had fallen to.

But just by looking at his figure and clothes, Hans could tell that this was the cult leader Manny.

obviously.

The previous assumptions were correct.

Something happened to everyone at headquarters these past few days, and they were all wiped out!
Hans Müller took a deep breath and then looked around at the other bodies to confirm the number.

There was a corpse lying face up with a huge, charred, penetrating wound on its chest.

The internal organs were vaguely visible, and the burnt smell permeating the air came from there.

There was another corpse, the gruesome sight of which made Hans feel dizzy.

It was almost unrecognizable as human, like a mass of meat that had been repeatedly pounded and completely crushed.

Like a water-filled balloon, it lay flat on an expensive carpet, barely recognizable as once a person.

More bodies were scattered throughout the area.

Their deaths varied in manner, but without exception, they all revealed extreme violence.

Some were pierced through vital organs by sharp weapons, some had their limbs twisted and broken, and some had their faces frozen with the extreme fear and pain of dying.

The entire hall was like a forgotten altar built of death and despair.

"Oh, God……"

Ryan's voice was dry and hoarse.
His hand holding the gun was trembling slightly, and his face was ashen.

Hans took a deep breath, trying to remain calm.

After a rapid mental search, he subconsciously murmured, "Three people are still missing..."

Just finished.

Upon returning from the next room after checking, Karl immediately reported, "I found the body of Vice-President Peggy in the next room."

After saying that, Karl subconsciously looked at the scene in front of him.

His face immediately turned pale.

He stared at the pile of minced meat for a few seconds, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

She seemed to be suppressing the urge to vomit.

"That means there are still two short..."

Muttering to himself, Hans forced himself to look away.

His gaze swept across the entire hall.

They attempted to reconstruct what had happened by observing details in the environment.

only.

This place is so chaotic.

Hans Müller spent a long time looking at it but couldn't get much useful information out of it.

Based on his observations...

There are bullet holes in the walls and overturned and broken furniture, indicating that there was fierce resistance.

But everyone died very quickly.

That's right, it's straightforward.

It's as if everyone fought desperately but achieved nothing.

They were still instantly defeated.

Or rather, this was a one-sided massacre.

An unknown enemy wiped everything out.

The most exaggerated thing is.

Hans Müller even found many flattened bullets on the ground, as if these bullets had previously collided with some extremely hard object.

He couldn't imagine what had happened.

He felt as if a Tyrannosaurus Rex had entered this place, thoroughly destroying everything and everyone here.

Besides.

He found that he really couldn't imagine what was going on here.

Or rather.

He had a vague idea of ​​what was happening here, but rational considerations prevented him from believing it.

Countless questions swirled wildly in Hans's mind.

But ultimately, they all point to a despairing conclusion: the headquarters of the Natural Baptism Church, along with all its core members, has been completely wiped out by an incomprehensible and irresistible force.

And he.

Hans Müller, the outreach manager who prides himself on being a true pragmatist within the sect.

He was standing on a pile of ruins covered with the blood and flesh of his comrades.

Or perhaps they can't be called colleagues.

But even if it was just the flesh and blood of his comrades, the sheer scale of it was so magnificent that Hans felt as insignificant as a spectacle of dust.

He instinctively gripped the Glock 19 pistol at his waist, just as he had done before.

But the situation is different now.

The cold, metallic touch that had previously provided a sense of security now offered no comfort whatsoever.

An unprecedented fear suddenly overwhelmed Hans like an icy tide.

The group left at a speed many times faster than when they arrived.

behind them.

That villa district, once filled with power, wealth, and twisted desires, has changed.

It has become like a lonely grave.

Only deathly silence and the shadows of scavenging birds circling around remained.

(End of this chapter)