Chapter 1303 (1/2)

At dawn, an uninvited visitor was welcomed into the deserted lane.

With his right hand hidden in the pocket of his wallet, agent Davis, who walked into the lane, firmly grasped the M9 that opened the safety, and searched the lane with vigilance.

Just a few days ago, agent Braddock, who was tracking Abel Torres in Colombia, disappeared in his apartment.

After receiving the order from the CIA headquarters, Davis immediately ended the case at hand and rushed from Brazil to Colombia to pursue the clues of drug lord Abel Torres to Bogota, the criminal capital.

According to the informant's intelligence and analysis of existing clues, last night Abel Torres met with a Florida ”dealer” at a bar near the airport. It is said that the drug lord is ready to replace all the stocks in his inventory with arms because of something big to happen recently.

Davis didn't know what Torres was referring to as the ”big event” that was about to happen in Colombia, just as he knew nothing about the whereabouts of his colleagues, but that's why he was here. The top management of the CIA attached great importance to this issue, not only gave him the highest level of operation authority, but also promised him to mobilize a ”seal” when necessary.

Now, all the clues point here.

From a tramp's mouth, he spent $10 to learn that Abel Torres had appeared in the alley early yesterday morning. There was also a blonde girl in the lane, about twelve or thirteen years old.

Fully aware of the drug lord's special hobby, Davis observed two seconds of silence for the girl, who was mostly in danger, and continued down the alley.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air, which made his brow slightly wrinkled.

Soon, from several details on the ground, he found some unusual places.

”Hair?”

Squatting on the ground, Davis took out his gloves, put them on, and picked up a brown hair from the ground with tweezers.

The other hand took out the flashlight, put the hair under the torch, and he soon found out the problem.

”Brown, matches Torres's hair color. The fracture is neat. It doesn't seem to be broken in a fight, but it seems to be cut directly by some sharp instrument. Blood? Whose will it be? ”

The conditions here obviously do not allow DNA identification.

Davis took a small plastic bag about the width of his index finger from his pocket, held the hair thread with tweezers and put it in carefully.

After all this, he continued to search the ground.

However, to his surprise, he found many useful clues on the ground, but he did not find the one he had been looking for.

”Golden hair No, it should be very conspicuous. Didn't Torres encounter any resistance during the violence? But that doesn't explain the bloody hair And then there's the fabric left behind by the textile. ”

While whispering to himself, Davis searched for the past deep down the alley.

Just as he passed a row of garbage cans, his feet suddenly stopped.

Frowning slightly, he looked at the garbage can.

In the disgusting smell of putrefaction, he faintly smelled a more intense smell of blood than before.

As he stepped forward, Davis reached for the lid of the bin.

At the moment of opening, the smell came to his face, and he subconsciously moved his head back.

Looking at the waste newspaper in the garbage can, he reached out and fiddled with it.

Just after he put his hand into the waste newspaper, he immediately felt something wet sticking to his hand.

Slightly stunned, he suddenly opened the newspaper in the garbage can.

When he saw what was buried under the newspaper, his face turned pale, and a stream of heat surged up and down the gastric band, almost reaching his Adam's apple.