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In the past, Locke never thought that dealing with corpses would be a problem, because he only needed to send the corpses to the corresponding vehicles.

Scavengers are a profession. Some are responsible for on-site camouflage, some are responsible for on-site cleaning, and some are responsible for dealing with corpses, providing one-stop service.

Of course, there are also some wild ones, and one person needs to do everything.

Locke himself has tried to configure hydrofluoric acid, but this thing is not as good as strong alkali in dissolving corpses.

He doubts that the so-called “water burial” concept popular in the United States and Europe now is learned from scavengers.

Because the way his organization deals with corpses is to put the corpses in strong alkali, and the high-temperature strong alkali directly turns the corpses into water under pressure, and then directly discharges them into the sewer.

Of course, there are also some traditional, lower-cost treatment methods.

For example, incineration.

However, in his more than ten years of scavenger career, he has never encountered a situation where he had to deal with more than 20 corpses at a time.

Locke came to San Diego this time to find the person responsible for cleaning the corpses here. The other party may not be a professional scavenger, but there must be a way to deal with the corpses.

He wanted to borrow the other party’s venue and equipment to clean up all the bodies in the space.

Compared to throwing them into the sea to feed the fish, he thought it would be safer to burn the bodies into ash or water.

In fact, Locke had an idea before, and now he can fly a plane.

There is an active volcano in the national park in Fresno, 200 kilometers away from Beskfield. He thought about flying a plane over the crater and throwing all the bodies in.

But after studying it, he found that the bodies thrown into the crater would not sink, but float on the magma. Under high temperature burning, the bodies would become human-shaped carbonized bodies. As long as you stand in the crater and observe, you can still see these human-shaped carbonized bodies.

More than 20 human-shaped carbonized bodies, it’s spectacular to think about it.

Once discovered, it will definitely become a global news.

So, after thinking about it, in the end, I still think it’s more reliable to use the method I’m familiar with.

In fact, there must be a place dedicated to handling corpses in Los Angeles, otherwise where do the thousands of people who disappear in Los Angeles every year go.

This is still reported to the police. The number of missing illegal immigrants who have not reported to the police will definitely be several times this data.

However, Locke subconsciously wanted to stay away from Los Angeles and did not want to leave too many traces in Los Angeles.

So San Diego, which is separated from the hell city Tijuana by a wall, is more suitable.

Although San Diego is a civilized world compared to Tijuana, as a bridgehead for South American and Mexican flour to enter North America, the public security here is also very chaotic.

It’s just that most of the crimes here are covered in the night.

America under the sunshine must be civilized.

This is the rule that all drug dealers and gangs must abide by.

Logically, Locke should go to the more chaotic and disorderly Tijuana to deal with these bodies.

However, the drug dealers in Tijuana like to hang the bodies under the viaduct to deter other gangs, and they don’t bother to destroy the bodies.

After arriving in San Diego, Locke immediately changed to a local car. He chose a Ford Explorer that had been parked for a while in a Walmart parking lot, and then headed straight to Chula Vista, which was closer to Tijuana.

According to his experience, the closer to Tijuana, the more likely it is to breed crime.

Where there are many dead people, people are naturally needed to deal with the bodies.

After a few laps in Chula Vista, Locke quickly found a drug dealer’s den with his rich experience.

This is a strip club, a very low-end place.

There were all kinds of fireflies standing outside the nightclub, and many men who had been aroused in the nightclub took one away as soon as they came out.

Locke got out of the car, crossed the street, and directly ignored the prostitutes who lifted their clothes to seduce him, and went straight to the door of the nightclub.

After a simple body search to ensure that he was not carrying any weapons, he was let in.

As soon as he entered the nightclub, it was as if he had come to a world of bizarre lights and demons.

The colorful laser lights flashed non-stop, the music was deafening, and accompanied by the DJ’s shouts, the people in the nightclub were anesthetized by alcohol and flour, and they were crazy like demons.

The air was turbid, filled with various smells, including strong body odor, perfume, the smell of drugs, the smell of alcohol, and the smell of fishy smell…

On the stage in the center, there were more than a dozen women with different skin colors, twisting their sexy bodies, posing, and doing various seductive actions to tease the audience below.

Although they had different skin colors, ages, and shapes, they all had one thing in common, that is, their bodies were very sexy and hot.

Although these women were all wearing very little, they were not naked.

They all wore various sexy underwear.Some were dancing on poles, some were shaking their hips, some were licking their fingers, some were walking cat steps, and some were sitting on chairs performing opening and closing…

“Baby, swing it up, just like that!”

“Come on, baby, I wanna fuck you!”

“Here, look over here, let me see your…”

“Fuck, it’s really cool!”

“…”

Accompanied by the dancing of the strippers, the men in the audience who were anesthetized by alcohol and flour were so excited that they vented all kinds of dirty words in their mouths.

When the women approached, they would take advantage of the gap between money to touch them and satisfy their hand addiction. After touching them, they did not forget to make a lewd gesture.

Some even put their hands into their crotches to scratch…

Locke seemed not to see these sexy women and walked straight through the crowd.

The guards of the nightclub were useless to him.

After asking a little Karami who had died in the utility room, Locke easily found an office on the third floor. He was holding a P226 pistol with a silencer in his hand.

Just as he was about to open the door and go in, he heard a quick gasp from inside.

Locke glanced at the black Casio cube in his hand. He didn’t have time to wait for them to finish. He had a lot of work tonight.

So he turned the door and walked in.

The two people in the room were immersed in happiness. One was working hard, and the other was lying on the sofa with his eyes closed, and did not notice his arrival.

Locke glanced at the flour and tequila on the table, looked at the two naked people in front of him, and fired without hesitation, shooting through both heads.

He had just asked that the drug trafficking organization in this nightclub belonged to a small flour organization in Tijuana, and the leader was called Saborian.

Saborian covered his bloody wound, curled up into a ball, and stared at Locke in horror.

He asked in a thick Mexican accent: “Who are you?”