The exhaust pipe spewed black smoke as the wheels spun faster. Several vehicles carrying personnel from Police Section Three raced toward the crime scene.
Alya took an unfiltered cigarette from her case and offered it to Deep. When he didn't take it, she placed it back inside.
"It doesn't matter how fast we go," she said. "Rigor mortis has set in. The guy who did this is long gone. This is the third time now."
"Is it the same as before? Only the brain is missing?"
"Yeah. I feel like this is different from the previous cultists, though. There are no signs of a sacrificial ritual at the scene."
A hint of hatred flashed in Deep's eyes. "I don't care who they are. These damned bastards dared to strike on our turf. Once I catch him, I'll teach him a good lesson before sending him to the research institute to be used as material!"
SCREECH! As the tires left a black mark on the ground, Deep burst out of the car.
