Chapter 125 The True Strength of the Saints
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Looking at the scene on the yacht deck, Eileen, who was holding a gun, was dumbfounded.
Her beautiful, lake-like eyes widened in disbelief.
Three dismembered bodies lay on the deck of the yacht, with blood pooling around them.
One of the bodies died from a gunshot wound, and two others died from crossbow bolts to the chest.
Several pistols were scattered around them, indicating that they hadn't had a chance to fire them.
Seagulls were already circling above the yacht.
No wonder I hadn't heard any voices earlier; the connection had already been lost.
"What the fuck..."
Rod and the others realized something was wrong and rushed onto the yacht. They stood behind Eileen, guns in hand, all looking utterly astonished.
"What the hell happened...? Did these Latin American gang bastards fight amongst themselves?"
"It looks like something out of a fucking Batman movie..."
"Hey Judy, Batman doesn't use guns... Most of the time, that's more like the Punisher's job."
Eileen, gun in hand, swiftly approached a corpse, flipped it over with her foot, examined the wounds, and said:
"This wound would require at least three guns firing simultaneously... Judging from the rough trajectory, the bullets came from a nearby yacht and the entrance..."
"They've encountered a team... Guys, get ready! Keep low to the ground! Maintain tactical formation!"
"...Calling for backup!"
The police officers quickly became serious.
They naturally understood what Eileen's words meant.
There is another team of gunmen present, and they are likely lurking in the shadows.
They are now on the yacht, which means they are exposed to danger.
They could be killed by bullets fired from the shadows at any moment.
Moreover, given the current situation, even though they are acting on their own, they must call for backup.
Officer Judy from the support unit stepped forward, knelt down, pressed on the neck of a corpse, and quickly said:
"The time of death couldn't have been more than an hour... My dear Eileen, I don't think the killers are here."
At this moment, Eileen's tense nerves made her brain work at high speed, trying to figure out what exactly was happening here.
News from Saint Wayne… Jose Gang outpost… Yachts at the docks… The girl being held captive…
She kicked open the cabin door, rolled over, and stood still with her gun raised, the sweet, metallic smell of blood filling her nostrils.
Two heavily tattooed Latino corpses lay in front of the bar in the cabin, mouths agape, seemingly shocked by their fate.
Eileen frowned and looked around, but did not see any other enemies.
"The aft deck is safe!"
"Cockpit safe!"
"Flanking safety!"
The voices of their companions came one after another. Judy and Rod entered the cabin and saw Eileen carefully examining the bloodstains on the ground.
"Eileen, what's wrong?" Judy asked.
Eileen stared at the bloodstains on the ground and said:
"Blood... there's too little blood in the cabin..."
Rhodes shrugged:
"Perhaps these guys are anemic; after all, they're a bunch of vampires..."
Eileen followed the direction of the bloodstains to the middle of the cabin.
He bent down and wiped the bloodstains on the ground with his hand, immediately revealing a crack.
It was a crack in a hatch, and a keyhole in a pool of blood.
"Rhodes, I need the key!" Eileen shouted.
"Looking, Captain!" Rhodes had already started searching the body of one of the bandits. "Found it!"
As he spoke, he tossed a key to Eileen.
This is a key with a cross pattern, very intricate design, and also features a gilded design of the Virgin Mary.
Eileen received the key, inserted it into the lock, and gave her teammates a wink. The two had already taken their tactical positions and were ready to fire at any moment.
He then twisted the key sharply and pulled it upwards, immediately lifting a hidden door and revealing a secret compartment.
There were no windows or lights inside; it was pitch black.
Seattle Police!
Eileen had a vague idea of what was down there, and she suddenly turned on her tactical flashlight and shone it into the dark compartment.
Four Latina girls, covered in blood, were huddled together, looking up at them.
It's like looking up at the human world from within hell.
"Call for medical assistance!" Eileen shouted. "There are survivors here!"
She was filled with shock and disbelief.
These are the women trafficked by Jose's gang!
Those poor girls who were eaten!
Everything Wayne told her was so real, so real that it made her shudder.
The saint's true strength far exceeded her imagination; he silently wiped out Jose's gang of thugs.
The forces they wield are clearly far more than just those homeless people on the streets.
Unfathomable!
Who is the other party's true identity? And how much power do they actually possess?
Deeply shocked, Eileen holstered her pistol, jumped into the dark compartment, helped a girl up, and said:
"Relax, you're alright now. I'm a police officer, I've come to rescue you... Follow that person's instructions..."
The four girls huddled together, like frightened fledglings, afraid to leave each other.
Eileen suddenly remembered Wayne's instructions, took a deep breath, and lowered her voice to say:
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, my dears, I won't hurt you. Those evil people are dead... Helena sent me."
Upon hearing Helena's name, the four girls suddenly raised their heads, their eyes lighting up as they looked at Eileen.
This time, they did not refuse Eileen's help and stood up.
"Helena? She's...she's still alive?"
"God... has Your prayer been answered?"
"Waaah... Please save us..."
"Those bastards aren't human...they...they eat people!"
An aluminum ladder was lowered, and Eileen helped the four girls climb out of the dark compartment.
By this time, Eileen had also determined that the blood on these girls was not their own, but rather it had flowed down from the crack in the hidden door and soaked them.
They were imprisoned in dark, sunless cells, where they were frequently subjected to abuse by their guards, and they never knew when they would become someone else's food.
During this long wait, more blood rained down from the sky in the darkness.
Thinking about the hardships they must have endured, Eileen couldn't help but feel a deep sense of pity for these girls.
She found several clean blankets in the cabin and covered the girls with them. Eileen gently wiped the blood from the hair of one of the trembling girls and said softly:
"It's alright, you're safe now, don't be afraid."
The piercing sound of police sirens grew louder as they approached, accompanied by the roar of police car engines and the whooshing of a convoy.
The roar of helicopter rotors filled the sky.
The roar of police motorboats could also be heard from the sea not far away.
Eileen and the others rushed out of the cabin and onto the deck, where they saw at least twenty police cars with flashing lights and sirens blaring, already rushing onto the dock.
There was even a police helicopter belonging to the Seattle Police Department in the sky, and you could even see the sniper's scope flashing.
Two police speedboats approached the yacht they were on from the other side.
"Hey, didn't we just call for backup? How did these guys get here so fast? It's like they crawled out of the ground..." Albert, a black teammate, said with a frown.
If it weren't for the large number of police officers who came to his aid—dozens or even hundreds—he would have suspected that corrupt cops from the police station had come to silence him.
The police car suddenly stopped, and a group of fully armed police officers rushed out of the car. Leading them was a blonde woman who looked to be about fifty years old, with a fierce and capable look in her eyes.
Upon seeing the leader, Rod couldn't help but curl his lip and said:
"Oh no, it's her? Looks like we're all going to be fired..."
The visitor was Yvonne Wood, the deputy chief of the Seattle Police Department.
As the second-in-command of the Seattle Police Department, Yvonne Wood was in charge of four major divisions: Patrol, Investigation, Metropolitan Security Service, and Special Operations.
He holds a bachelor’s degree in criminology and criminal justice from Ohio State University. He has a sharp and decisive style and is very strict in his management work, even to the point of being somewhat rigid.
Based on the other party's work style, these police officers who acted without authorization are in serious violation of regulations and will definitely be dismissed.
But they were just calling for backup, so why is the deputy director here?
Yvonne Wood had already come onto the deck. Looking at the bloody scene, he frowned and said:
"What on earth happened here? Can anyone give me an explanation?"
Then he looked up at Eileen and asked:
"Officers, which department are you from?"
Not long ago, she received information that members of the MS-13 gang had committed malicious acts of violence against illegal immigrants, even involving cannibalism, and that they were very likely connected to members of the Red Party.
As the Seattle Police Department's deputy chief who had been in office for less than a year, Yvonne Wood was a natural supporter of the Blue Party.
The ICE department, led by the current president, is causing a ruckus in Minnesota, almost a declaration of war against the liberal blue party.
Therefore, Yvonne desperately needs an opportunity to turn the tide for the Blue Party's immigration policy.
This case of harming illegal immigrants was exactly what she wanted, so she came in person.
Unexpectedly, police officers were already at the scene, and the criminals were already on the ground.
Why are these police officers here so early?
There's a problem...
Eileen gritted her teeth and said:
"Sir, six bandits have been killed, and we have rescued four Latino women..."
Just then, a figure rushed up and said quickly:
"Sir, Officer Eileen is here on my orders to lead a team on this mission. We have been investigating cases related to MS-13's illegal human trafficking."
"I am Owen Marshall, the operations squad leader of the South District Police Department."