Chandler's eyes widened suddenly. There was no one in the car.

Even the seat and steering wheel no longer exist.

The car at this moment is more like an iron coffin, with only blood and broken pieces of various sizes inside!

Among them were pieces of car seats and some that looked like pieces of fresh meat!

Also, are those white things bones?

There was a hole on the inside of the car big enough for a ten-year-old child to get in and out.

This jagged, irregular hole looked like a ferocious mouth, threatening or ridiculing Chandler.

If he hadn't been holding the car door tightly in his hands, Chandler would have collapsed to the ground at this moment.

Sensing something was wrong, there were three police detectives, including the driver, sitting in Chandler's car.

They opened the car doors one after another, took out their pistols and rushed over.

Two of them went around to the back to approach the car, and the driver rushed to Chandler's side.

Seeing what was happening in the car, the three people's eyes widened and their mouths opened.

Although Chandler's position as director is based on nepotism, the detectives under him are not idiots.

Many of them have served in the military, and they are somewhat immune to such bloody scenes.

Although he was shocked by the situation in the car, he was not as at a loss as the director.

The three of them looked at each other, both still holding guns in their hands and keeping alert.

The driver put away the gun and reached out to support Director Chandler, whose body was weak: "Director, are you okay?"

"Help me sit down," Chandler said to the driver with trembling lips.

The driver supported Chandler from behind and slowly sat on the grass, curling his lips slightly.

He sighed in his heart, "Who makes me not have a beautiful sister!"

The baron and his wife walked to the drawbridge.

The Baron said to Housekeeper Hu: "Your mission these days is to stay here and listen to Her Royal Highness the Queen's orders at any time."

"Yes, Lord Baron, I think based on the current situation, Miss Mary is not suitable to continue living in the central tower."

"You are very thoughtful. Now go and arrange for her to live in the guest rooms on the east side of the third floor, let her live next to the three ladies, and arrange for Colonel Barrett and his wife to live in the central tower."

"I will make arrangements right away, Lord Baron"

The baron and his wife returned to the tower on the north side.

This tower is far away from the south tower where the Queen lives.

These two towers are the tallest, three meters higher than the other towers.

The southern tower overlooks the vast southern wilderness, while the northern tower overlooks the distant sea and Wayne Beach.

"Huntingdon, when was the south tower reserved for the Crown?"

‘Madam, the south tower was specially left to the royal family by our ancestors from the day it was built. Although only three emperors have lived there, our family will leave that tower to the royal family forever, unless the castle no longer exists.”

Xie Sheng left the living room and walked towards the stairs with his suitcase.

Chandler sat on the grass and breathed heavily.

Although he had bullied local natives in the colonies when he was young, such bloody scenes were rare.

The engine sounded, and another car drove into the woods.

Chandler recognized the car as belonging to the police department and that one of his detectives was driving the car.

After the car stopped, a police detective opened the door first and ran over: "Director, the special envoy from the Queen City has arrived."

Chandler nodded and stood up from the grass with the support of the two detectives.

Two men and a woman got out of the car.

The woman with short hair not only looks good, but also looks extremely capable.

The two men, one on the left and one on the right, obviously followed the woman's lead.

Chandler gently pushed away the two detectives who were supporting him, walked toward them, and stretched out his hand to the woman: "Hello, Madam Special Envoy."

The short-haired woman had no intention of shaking hands with him, but just nodded to him: "Are you Director Chandler?"

Chandler retracted his hand: "What do you call me, madam?"

"I am Captain Candy, you can just call me Candy, these two are Ensign Poison and Ensign No Ice"

Chandler's eyes widened: "You are the famous Shadow Team"

"We are the Shadow Team. We are not famous. Why is the smell of blood so strong? What happened here?"

Captain Candy put his hand to his nose and said.

Poison put his mouth to Candy's ear and said: "These local police departments just like to abuse lynching!"

With these words, it seemed that he had no intention of going behind Chandler's back.

Chandler glared at Poison fiercely: "You don't know anything, you are just talking nonsense here. Under the rule of this director, everything is handled in accordance with the laws and regulations. There have indeed been lynchings here, but the victims are all mine."

Subordinate!"

"What happened here?" Captain Candy looked puzzled.

Director Chandler sounded extremely excited: "I just went back for dinner and left a few subordinates to guard here. When I came back, I found that those subordinates had been brutally murdered!"

He pointed at the car parked in front: "Open the door and take a good look. This is another blood debt owed by the royalists to the people!"

Candy walked to the car with his two subordinates and opened the door.

The Dark Night Team, which will only be dispatched when encountering very important tasks, has seen countless bloodshed and has personally conducted many similar assassination activities. When they saw the situation in the car, they were shocked.

The three of them whispered something and began to inspect the scene carefully.

These cruel methods of the other party are likely to fall on them as well.

Only by clearing as many opponents as possible can you defeat them better.

"Is this being shelled?" Poison was surprised when he saw the situation inside.

"It's not like a bombardment. There's no smell of gunpowder smoke. Do you see these rolled-up iron sheets?" No ice is the sniper among the three.

"Saw it"

"These iron sheets are rolled up from the inside of the car, and they seem to be torn apart piece by piece. They must be a very sharp and large iron scissors."

"You mean someone killed and chopped them up with a pair of scissors and dug a big hole in the car."

"It looks like this"

"But why does he go to all this trouble?"

"Maybe it's some kind of symbol to show your personality. Have you ever heard of a killer named a tailor?"

“Never heard of it, maybe it’s a new guy”

While the three people were discussing, Director Chandler, who was ignored, came to the car.

"There are no tailors. They are provoking me and demonstrating against me!"

The more Director Chandler talked, the angrier he became: "This incident was directed at me. I just happened to escape. If I hadn't gone back to eat, I would have been killed. They were wrong. Brave

Chandler won't be intimidated like this!"

Seeing Director Chandler's impassioned speech, Candy wanted to give this guy a kick.
Chapter completed!