Xie Lun sat in the passenger seat with a serious expression, looking down at the dossier materials. Tina knew that Xie Lun was busy, so she didn't dare to interrupt and drove the car obediently.
Behind the scarlet sports car, there were three police cars. In one of the prison cars, the shaman was fixed on the seat with handcuffs and shackles. Next to him sat eight heavily armed special police officers, eight pairs of eyes staring at Sam. .
There is no way, things are getting serious.
Dean, disguised as a shapeshifter, shot and killed the patrolman who was on patrol in full view of the public. There were onlookers nearby, and someone filmed the scene and posted it online.
At this time, the Internet and the media had already made the matter a hot topic, especially the photo of "Dean" posing triumphantly for the camera after shooting, which broke the news of major news stations in New York.
It is no exaggeration to say that if Dean were released now, the price would definitely be more expensive than that of Hollywood's top stars.
But the consequence of this is that the pressure on the police doubles. Especially when the media revealed that this "Dean Winchester" had just killed five SWAT police officers in Pennsylvania, and then killed a patrol policeman in New York. He was so insane and insane.
The pressure from the police doubled, and doubled the pressure on Sherron.
Although at the behest of NIA's top brass, Sherron's Serious Case Team Six was still responsible for the case, police officers from two states were killed because it was involved. So police in both states sent detectives to temporarily join Sherron's staff to assist in the investigation.
It was said to be assistance, but in fact it was surveillance. After all, Sherron and the Winchester brothers knew each other, so who knew if he would do it for personal gain.
Xie Lun looks very serious on the surface, but actually he is relatively calm on the inside. He knows this is a challenge, but also an opportunity.
Once this case is solved perfectly, his reputation in NIA and the police will be even higher from now on.
The crime scene had already been cordoned off by the police. They crossed the yellow isolation tape and looked at the patrol motorcycle that fell to the ground. The body had been taken away for inspection, leaving only a small stain of scarlet blood on the ground.
Yellow bullet casings were scattered around the bloodstains, reflecting golden light from time to time under the cameras of on-site investigators.
Xie Lun frowned and asked: "In which direction did the suspect flee after committing the crime?"
A police officer at the scene replied: "He just drove forward along the road. We have sent helicopters to search along the way, but we haven't found him yet."
Sherron nodded and snapped his fingers at Tina who was not far away. Tina, who was standing next to the sports car, bent down and opened the car door. A powerful and domineering wolfdog jumped out of the car and ran to Xie Lun's feet. It twisted its waist and swung its tail in an extremely flattering manner.
This is a ghoul in disguise.
Those ghouls are formed from the contaminated shroud and a trace of dark power leaking from under the magic circle. Now that the shroud is absorbed by Sherron, naturally these ghouls are also used by Sherron.
The police detectives following Sherron widened their eyes, wondering when did Sherron stuff such a big dog into the car.
"Police dog?" the police officer shrugged, "We have tried it, but it didn't work. The smell at the scene is too messy and complicated, so the police dog is useless."
Xie Lun ignored him, reached out and patted the ghoul's head, and pointed at the bullet casing on the ground. This ghoul, which looked like a big wolfdog, came forward and sniffed, then quickly raised its head, growled in a certain direction, and suddenly ran out.
"Follow me"
Xie Lun gave an order, and police cars and helicopters hurriedly followed.
"Oh my god, this dog has reached 6,080 kilometers per hour, damn, it's still picking up speed."
The detectives sitting in the police car were stunned.
From here, we can see how much water the ghouls put in to allow the three Wicks to escape from the siege of such monsters.
After running forward for more than ten kilometers, the ghoul suddenly jumped to the side, crossed the highway guardrail, and rushed into the dense woods.
As soon as Xie Lun turned the steering wheel, the scarlet sports car made a perfect drift on the road. Then, before the car had stabilized, he opened the door, jumped out, and chased after the ghoul.
"Oh my God, how fast this guy is."
The police detectives behind him were speechless. In their eyes, Sherron almost turned into a black shadow, and in the blink of an eye, he followed the ghoul into the woods.
After a long time, the police detectives got out of the car in a hurry, climbed over the guardrail in some embarrassment, and followed Xie Lun.
By the time they arrived, Sherron had already completed a preliminary inspection of the scene. Looking at the panting police detectives running towards him, Sherron pointed to the car abandoned deep in the woods and frowned: "Judging from the color and license plate number, this should be the car the murderer drove when he fled the scene after killing the patrolman."
Looking at the white car covered by branches, the detectives looked at each other. A female detective from Pennsylvania questioned: "There is no road nearby, and there were no signs of cars driving when they came. How did the murderer drive the car in?"
Xie Lun glanced at the other party and said coldly: "That's why I said, this case is not as simple as you think."
As he spoke, he put on his white gloves and opened the driver's door. I saw that the entire carriage was spattered with blood, as if red paint had been splashed on it.
Other police detectives gathered around, turned pale after taking one look, and murmured: "Did the murderer commit another crime?"
Xie Lun shook his head and said nothing. He took out a pen from his pocket and picked up a translucent, jelly-like substance from the driver's seat.
This is the outer body tissue shed by the shapeshifter after its transformation.
In a sense, shapeshifters are equivalent to a weaker version of Mystique. It's just that Mystique's transformation is easy, but the transformation process of the shapeshifter is actually very painful.
The skin is cracked, the teeth are falling out, and the nails are falling off. The transformation of the shapeshifter is almost like a new life for a person. It is precisely because of such pain that the shapeshifter can disguise itself extremely perfectly.
Whether it is fingerprint DNA, tone of voice, behavior, or even the memory of when the disguised object comes into contact with the shapeshifter, the shapeshifter can perfectly copy it.
Looking at the blood stains in the car, it was obvious that the shape-shifter had transformed again, so the police had nothing to gain.
It's just Dean himself
Shapeshifters can transform into anyone, making it easy to escape police blockades. But what about Dean
He was a big living man and a strong man who knew Kung Fu. It was not an easy task to lead him to avoid the police search.
Then there are only two possibilities.
First, the shapeshifter didn't take Dean on the road.
But Sherron thinks this is unlikely.
Then the second type is that the shape-shifter transforms into a person that the police will not search, or will not search carefully.
Xie Lun immediately took out his mobile phone: "Issue my order to block all roads within thirty to fifty kilometers from the crime scene, and carefully search all leaving vehicles and pedestrians. Remember, no matter who the other party is or what their identity is, Even if the president comes, he will stop and check me.”
It's a pity that Xie Lun's order was issued a little late.
At this time, a deputy chief of the local police station was driving away while being saluted by his subordinates. Those police officers would not have thought that in the trunk of the departing car, the real deputy chief was lying inside with his neck cut open.
Next to the deputy director, there was a man lying down.
none other than dean winchester