Reborn American Giants

With an exclamation, Deputy Chief Cleto of the Santa Tecla City Police Department accidentally knocked over a bedside lamp and woke up from a nightmare.

The bloody scene in the dream seemed to be vivid in his mind. His former friend Konta stood in front of him with blood on his face, and asked him sternly whether he had betrayed his faith and whether he had forgotten what he had said before God.

oath……

As a result, Cleto was speechless when faced with the questioning of his former friend. In the end, Konta's face still dripping with blood got closer and closer. Cleto also retreated again and again, but suddenly found that behind him was a deep and inexplicable path.

The bottoming cliff...

He waved his hands desperately but in vain, and fell on his back into the abyss filled with rolling black mist. The last picture left behind was Konta's blood-covered face and disgusted eyes...

Exhaling a breath, Cleto comforted little Cimiro who was sleeping beside him, and then picked up the noisy phone beside the bed.

The phone call came from a pleasant female voice, but the news she told Cleto made him sit up in bed, then grabbed his clothes and pants, put them on, and walked out in the night.

Home door.

The call came from the dispatch room of the branch. The policewoman in charge of making the notification told Clayto, the deputy director, to rush to the station as soon as possible. Just earlier, the branch received an alarm call.

A fierce gun battle took place at the junction of the towns of Delquiche and Salama under the jurisdiction of the branch. Because both parties in the firefight were armed with high-power automatic rifles and other weapons such as AK, police officers from the two towns police stations

The police did not dare to act rashly, so the specific situation was not clear yet, so they could only ask for support from the branch.

However, Clayto had a guess in his mind that this must be a battle between drug trafficking groups. After all, in the capital area of ​​San Salvador, who else could organize such a large-scale armed exchange except for those daring desperadoes.

Moreover, because Cevedo and Ramon of the Brotherhood were recently attacked, all major organizations in San Salvador City have concentrated their manpower and tightened their nerves to pay attention to the development of the situation. Even if there is an atmosphere of imminent war in the air,

Even the most mentally retarded person can feel it.

After rushing to the branch, Cleto was assigned to the scene by the director. Coupled with the deliberate delay of some people, when he rushed to the small town of Delquiche, the firefight was already over.

The police have brought the situation under control, and several uniformed officers are driving away the onlookers.

It is already early in the morning, and the late night in April is a bit cold. Some local residents, attracted by the fierce gunfire, are looking outside the isolation zone. The flashing police lights are extremely conspicuous. Looking from a distance

, like a psychedelic dance going on.

Cleto slowly drove closer to the scene of the crime. When he was near the scene of the crime, he hung the siren on the roof of the car. This was a veteran policeman's years of experience and lessons. He acted alone at the scene of a large-scale gang firefight.

The police are easily attacked by criminals. Cleto does not want to die before he gets out of the battle.

The exchange of fire took place at the junction of the towns of Delquiche and Salama. The police who had arrived in advance had surrounded a large area with yellow isolation tape. When Cleto got out of the car, he lit a cigarette.

He had already quit smoking a cigarette, but he couldn't help but start smoking again during this period. There was no other way. He was under too much pressure recently.

There were more than a dozen pools of dark brown blood on the ground. Reflected by the flashing police lights, it was difficult not to see it. Several wrecked cars were parked in a mess on Highway 17 that separated the two small towns, with their bodies covered with cloth.

It was filled with dense bullet holes, making the steel cast body look like a hornet's nest. There were empty bullet casings everywhere. Cleto looked over and saw that there were no injured people in the ambulance parked next to it.

Corpse.

Cleto circled around the warning tape, and then opened the isolation tape and entered the scene. A rookie police officer who was standing outside to stop people saw Cleto's movements and was about to step forward to stop him, but saw

After taking the police officer's ID card that passed by in his hand, he immediately saluted and shouted "Chief..." at the same time.

Waving his hand, Cleto signaled the other party not to be so nervous. After taking a deep breath from the cigarette in his hand, he flicked the cigarette butt far outside the isolation circle.

Watching the shining cigarette butt draw a beautiful arc like a firefly, and then disappear and be swallowed up by the night, Cleto took a long breath of smoke and waited until all the air in his lungs was consumed before he turned his head.

Ask the officer, "Where is Lieutenant Marquez?"

"Officer Marquez is over there," the police officer pointed to a box-type command vehicle not far away and said to the deputy director.

Cleto walked away. The policemen coming and going were busy investigating and collecting evidence. Cleto walked to the front of the car, looking at a map spread out on the hood, and assigned tasks to several police officers next to him.

At the Santa Tecla Precinct, Officer Marquez of the Special Operations Team asked: "How is the situation?"

Marquez, who was wearing a bulletproof vest, looked up and saw Clayto, the deputy director of the branch. He sighed and said to several other police officers: "You first follow what I said and ask the people around you. Let's see.

Let's see if we can get some useful information..."

After several other police officers saluted and left, he turned around to face Cleto, sighed and said: "Not good, these guys are too arrogant. According to the information we received, the exchange of fire lasted for 40

About a minute or so, probably thousands of rounds of bullets were fired. However, the victorious party cleared the fire and the scene in an orderly manner, leaving no injured, dead bodies, license plates, or anything that could prove their identity or useful. Damn it.

We're left with such a mess.

I have arranged for people to visit the surrounding areas and inquire to see if God is blessing us and we can get some useful clues...but I don't have any hope for this."

Cleto smiled bitterly and visited the surrounding areas. These small towns are surrounded by extremely poor poor people. As the saying goes, they are poor and violent, which is the true portrayal of these people.

According to Cleto's experience, in places where poor people gather like the town of Delquiche, most of the residents here are related to drug trafficking groups and gang organizations.

They directly or indirectly serve these drug trafficking organizations to earn money to survive, or they have relatives and friends who are living in gangs.

Therefore, these people have never been very friendly towards the police. It is more realistic to expect that they will not tip off the drug traffickers when the police arrive next time.