Building a Salvation Organization from Scratch

Chapter 17
The scorching sun hangs high.

In the sparse coniferous forest, there is a convoy moving along the only concrete road here.

A large number of armored vehicles parked in the temporarily cleared parking spaces in the forest, and many American soldiers with live ammunition were distributed in the coniferous forest to guard.

Obviously something happened here and a large number of American troops gathered, and no one else was allowed to gather.

The convoy stopped slightly at the checkpoint on the road, and was able to continue passing after showing their credentials to the American soldiers guarding the checkpoint.

Andrew Morell, who was sitting in the middle car, frowned and stared at the dense forest outside the car window, as if waiting for something.

Not long after, a strange situation appeared in front of my eyes.

Trees were broken in half, as if they had been hit by a huge external force.

Beside the broken trees on both sides of the road, many experts walked back and forth, carrying various instruments for testing and recording.

As the convoy continued to move forward, this kind of tree fracture became more and more obvious. From time to time, there was a pool of fuzzy flesh and fiber fragments, sticking to a broken tree somewhere.

The next moment, the convoy changed to a detour on the temporary paved path next to the road.

It was only because a car appeared on the road that he was traveling on, a car that had been burned until only a layer of gray-black iron shell remained.

The concrete road near the wreckage of the car has a large number of thin and deep potholes.

Looking through the car window, Andrew Morel could easily find that the car was not only burned, but the entire gray-black iron shell was also crushed as if it had been hit by a huge impact.

Several experts were carefully dismantling the iron shell, and found several severely carbonized human figures from inside.

Staring at the crushed and burned iron shell, Andrew Morel's eyes became more serious.

When he began to meditate, the convoy's progress did not stop.

On the way forward, a sign soon appeared, which said "Private estate", which means private estate.

Ahead is the private estate of a certain big entrepreneur, and the concrete road in the dense forest was built by this big entrepreneur.

According to the intelligence and information obtained by Andrew Morel, this big entrepreneur is still a scumbag involved in many illegal activities such as human trafficking in Southeast Asia and small pill trafficking in many places in the Americas.

Because someone protected him in the White Palace, the national security agency to which Andrew Morell belonged has not touched him.

But now, this entrepreneur is afraid...

Andrew Morell narrowed his eyes, remembering the crushed and burned car he saw on the way here, and the entrepreneur is probably one of the few human-shaped cokes.

Thinking, the convoy stopped slowly and had already arrived at the manor.

Andrew Morel opened the door and got out.

After taking the mask handed over by the surrounding team entourage and putting it on, he looked around seriously.

Looking at everything in front of him, he couldn't help but gasp.

Mess!a mess!
In addition to a large number of troops and experts from the country walking here, what Andrew Morell saw was ruins.

It's hard to imagine what went through here before.

Collapsed walls are everywhere, broken concrete slabs are scattered everywhere, and broken and twisted steel bars seem to have been subjected to some kind of huge force in life.

There are traces of rpg bombing and various shell casings everywhere.The smell of gunpowder and blood permeates this place.

The body bags on one side were all over the ground, but professionals wearing masks still found a pool of flesh and blood from the ruins, and put them into new body bags after a certain amount of data recording and screening.

Just as Andrew was about to continue to take a closer look, a few people walked towards him.

The burly man walking in the front was dressed in the uniform of the US Army.There are two silver five-pointed stars on the grass-green epaulets.

Andrew recognized this person.

The hottest military celebrity has made great achievements in many foreign wars at a young age, and he is not far away from continuing to be promoted.

"Major General Chris."

Andrew smiled and held out his hand to the major general in front of him.

"The people in your organization can recognize anyone they see, right?"

Chris laughed and joked, then shook hands with Andrew.

Andrew's agency has almost the highest authority in the United States, and can intervene in all matters related to national security.

Chris's words were naturally choking on him.

"Keeping in mind the information from high-level officials in various countries is one of our duties, let alone the major generals of our own country."

Andrew nodded, not paying attention to Chris' teasing.

"Then what you saw today may be beyond your own job. I don't know if you have seen it in Area 51."

Chris said that he put away his smile, and his face became very serious.

Andrew nodded, without explaining that there are no aliens in Area 51.

He is very concerned about the specific information found here.

"The police in the nearby town were the first to discover the situation here."

Chris said, and handed Andrew a tablet, which played the body camera images of the police officers in the small town near the dense forest.

The video begins with a police officer on patrol on a motorcycle.

He was walking on this road, and the scene that Andrew saw along the way was not much different
Andrew glanced at it at double speed, and it was basically the same as what he saw along the way.

"Then the situation here was reported to the higher authorities, and the superior ordered me, who was the closest, to directly lead the troops to seal off the surrounding area."

Chris said so.

"Tell me about your findings."

Andrew handed the tablet to the entourage beside him, then stared at Chris seriously.

"First of all, most of the corpses found along the way have been identified, and they are people from this manor. However, there are still a small number of corpses that are too bloody and need further identification."

Chris pointed to a body bag in the distance and said.

"The car that burned down on the road..."

Andrew mentioned it suddenly.

"That car is a Bentley Dominator, which is limited to the world. The owner of the manor did have one. The coke in the car was first extracted for identification. It was confirmed that it was the owner of the manor and several mercenaries from Europe."

Chris took several identification documents from the subordinates beside him and handed them directly to Andrew.

Andrew probably flipped through the file, then looked at Chris and waited for him to continue reporting.

"We conducted a large-scale inspection and survey in the manor, and found that there was a fierce gun battle here, but when we did the appraisal, we found that all the bullets were basically shot by mercenaries from the manor side, and there was no second party. .”

"Those warheads were all crushed and deformed, which is characteristic of hitting a hard object."

"In addition, there are various small potholes in the manor and on the road. The manor buildings and the dense forest outside have traces of being crushed by a huge force. There are also circular burn marks covering more than ten meters on the ground of the manor."

"In addition to these, there are many traces..."

Chris said, and handed Andrew a stack of documents, which recorded the results of their investigation.

Andrew took the document, and the more he looked at it, the more he couldn't help frowning.

(End of this chapter)