Chapter 37 Is this something that human power can do? The FBI is stunned
Eagle sauce country, the Gulf.

More than a dozen police speedboats were speeding on the sea, and their target was the cruise ship not far away.

After a while, the police speedboat forced the cruise ship to stop, and dozens of police officers rushed into the cruise ship and began searching the cruise ship.

When the police officers arrived at the yacht club's living room to search, they were shocked by the scene before them.

Many people began to vomit uncontrollably, and some female police officers even screamed.

As police officers in the United States, they have seen many corpses.

But the scene before them still made them feel extremely shocked.

The entire reception room was filled with corpses, half of which had their heads missing.

The flowing blood was like a layer of red paint, staining the entire living room floor red.

A man in a leather jacket walked out from among the police officers.

He took a look at the miserable situation in the reception room, frowned and said:

"Notify the forensic doctor to come over. Also, check the identities of these people."

This is an FBI agent who was assigned by a federal congressman.

The congressman told him that there was a gang fight on the cruise ship and that there were several arms dealers on board.

Let him take the man back.

The inspector thought this operation would be easy.

After all, it was just a gang fight, but the scene before him told him that something big must have happened here.

Soon, two forensic doctors arrived and began to perform an on-site autopsy on the body.

After a while, a female forensic doctor trotted over to the inspector after examining several bodies.

She looked a little unnatural, as if she had seen something incredible.

"How is it?" the inspector asked.

The female forensic doctor said in horror:
"Most of these people's fatal injuries were caused by having their heads chopped off with a sharp knife, and their heads were far away from their bodies."

"There are only two possibilities for this. One is that someone chopped off their heads and threw them far away on purpose."

"Also, the opponent's weapon was swung with too much force, causing the head to fly off the neck due to inertia the moment it was chopped off."

The forensic doctor's words made the detective frown even deeper, and the police officers around him were all stunned.

The force was too great and the head was chopped off? What kind of absurd autopsy result is this?

"Are you kidding me?" the inspector questioned. He felt that there might be something wrong with the forensic doctor in front of him.

Now the whole room is full of bullet holes, and it seems that the two sides had engaged in a gun fight.

But the female medical examiner said that most people's fatal injuries were caused by having their heads chopped off by a sharp blade. This is simply ridiculous.

"My profession won't allow me to joke with you at this time. There are no other wounds on those people's bodies. The fatal wounds were caused by the sharp blade."

The female forensic doctor spoke very seriously, and was obviously dissatisfied with the inspector's questioning of her.

The inspector said in a teasing tone:

"Ma'am, according to you, these dozen people with guns were killed by a guy with a knife? And his head was chopped off!"

The female forensic doctor's face turned red and she was unable to refute for a moment.

The situation of the corpse in the room was indeed too strange.

A police officer came over and reported:
"Report: Based on the comparison of their identities, these guys whose heads were cut off are all from Blackwater."

When he heard the word Blackwater, the inspector's face changed slightly.

As an FBI agent, he knew a lot about Blackwater.

Most of Blackwater's soldiers are retired special forces, and their strength is stronger than that of ordinary professional soldiers.

How come people from Blackwater showed up in a gang fight, and they were all dead?

This made the inspector feel that something big must have happened here.

At this moment, a shout suddenly sounded in the reception room.

"Oh my god! How is this possible, God, is this true!!"

Everyone's eyes were looking towards the table in the reception room.

I saw a headless corpse lying on the table.

A forensic doctor was standing next to the body, holding some red fragments of unidentified objects in his hands.

It was this medical examiner who made the shout. His hands were shaking at the moment, as if he had discovered something extremely terrifying.

The inspector immediately went up to ask: "What happened?"

The forensic doctor turned his head with a look of horror on his face. He handed the blood-covered fragments in his hand to the inspector.

"My God! This is a human skull. How could it become like this!"

When everyone heard the forensic doctor's words, they all gasped.

If the forensic doctor hadn't said it was a human skull, they wouldn't have recognized what it was.

The human skull actually turned into tiny pieces. How did this happen?

The inspector took a look at the fragments held by the forensic doctor, then walked to the table and looked at them carefully.

He found that many of these tiny pieces of skull were stuck to the table.

The medical examiner continued in a trembling voice:

"It wasn't done with a meat grinder, it was his head that was smashed against the table and the skull was shattered."

No matter how calm the inspector was at this moment, he was still shocked by the forensic doctor's words.

"That's impossible. Did the other party use an anti-material sniper rifle?"

Some powerful heavy weapons can still blow a person's head off.

"No, only a collision would produce this kind of trauma. His head should have hit the wooden table like a watermelon. The most terrifying thing is... the table was not damaged at all. This is simply a miracle!"

The forensic doctor's explanation made the atmosphere in the scene freeze.

No one spoke at this moment, and a sense of fear rose in their hearts.

They could have regarded the previous identification results of the female forensic doctor as a joke.

But now, another forensic doctor has determined that the skull was shattered.

It's impossible that both forensic doctors' level is not good enough.

Everyone felt that what the female forensic doctor had said before was probably true.

But how is this possible?
Who can use cold weapons to deal with a dozen Blackwater mercenaries?

What kind of force can smash a human skull onto a wooden table and shatter it into pieces?

All these doubts cannot be explained.

"I'll go report it. You guys continue to control the scene and don't move the body." The inspector was sweating coldly.

His intuition told him that this was impossible.

But the scene before us and the identification results of the two forensic doctors could definitely not be false.

This matter was no longer something he could handle, so he could only report it.

Picture scroll world.

At daybreak, Chen Feng ended a night of practice.

The light of the spiritual orifice in the body is still the same as the last time of cultivation, without any change.

Ever since he reached the second level of Qi training, his training speed has been as slow as a turtle's.

Now we can only see whether Lin Wei can come up with any solution.

If Lin Wei couldn't do anything about it, then he could only take the risk of leaving Xingfeng Sect and practicing somewhere else.

Without thinking about it anymore, Chen Feng walked out of the secret room.

Not long after he walked out of the secret room, he saw a group of people gathered in an open space not far away, with about a few hundred people.

Chen Feng had already guessed that these people should be the miners that Liu Qian had just recruited.

Chen Feng saw looks of joy on the faces of the mortals in these scroll worlds.

Most of the mortals came with their families, and there were even some children a few years old being carried in the team by their mothers.

For ordinary people in the world of paintings, being able to have a job and an income that can provide them with food and clothing is a blessing.

Chen Fengkai’s salary was pretty good, three copper coins a day.

Other martial arts forces, like, usually don’t pay mortal miners a penny, just provide them with food.

Capital exploitation no longer applies to the world of paintings; here it is pure slavery.

(End of this chapter)