People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

In the driver's seat.

While driving, Andrei glanced discreetly at Suren, who was deep in thought, through the rearview mirror.

His hands on the steering wheel were trembling slightly.

I don't know if it was from lingering fear or excitement.

Peter's tragic death grieved him, but the thought of the footage recorded on the camera last night...

Ambition grows wildly in the heart like weeds.

He knew very well that as long as he could edit together just the tip of the iceberg of what happened last night into a video and release it,

"Sewer Crocodile" could become the hottest and most talked-about paranormal adventure program on the internet overnight.

Compared to this, the guilt associated with a human life doesn't seem so unbearable.

"Sulen..."

After hesitating for a long time, Andrei finally couldn't help but ask, "Now that Peter is dead, our program is missing one person."

"Would you like to consider becoming the new host of our show?"

Suren snapped out of her reverie, looked at the two people in the front row, and a new idea came to mind.

His current situation is actually somewhat awkward.

He had all the strength, but no direction to use it.

Therefore, he needs to establish a completely independent intelligence channel as soon as possible, free from the control of any force.

Although Morrison and Enzo had connections and extensive networks, they were also middlemen involved in the black market.

They are willing to serve any power as long as they are paid.

If Suren sends them to investigate intelligence and leads frequently, it could easily expose his true intentions, and he would also have to pay a hefty fee.

On the other hand, Andrei and Clancy, these two guys who dared to go to the murderer's hometown to risk their lives for the sake of the show's viewership, are simply perfect tools.

Let them roam around the United States every day; maybe one day they'll stumble upon something useful.

Thinking of this, Suren did not refuse directly, but instead took out a piece of minced meat that he had obtained from the mechanically modified monster.

The minced meat was somewhat shriveled, but the pattern on it was still very clear.

It was an ouroboros with its tails connected, and in the center of the long snake coiled, an eyeball was carved.

Staring at eyeballs for too long can make you feel like they are staring back at you, causing a strong sense of dizziness.

He handed over the piece of minced meat: "You guys are out and about all the time, you see a lot, have you seen this pattern anywhere before?"

Andrei glanced at the road during the brief moment, his face paled, and he quickly turned his head back to look at the road.

On the contrary, Clancy, sitting in the passenger seat, suppressed her nausea, reached out and took the pieces of meat, examining them carefully for a while.

He frowned deeply, his expression hesitant: "This pattern... it seems familiar. I think I've seen it somewhere before."

"real?"

Suren raised an eyebrow, surprised that there was indeed an unexpected surprise.

Give me some time.

Clancy rubbed her slightly dizzy head.

"When I get back to Los Santos, I'll go through all the discarded footage we've shot in various places over the years."

"I'm sure this thing definitely appeared in our footage."

Suren nodded in satisfaction and recited a string of numbers: "This is my phone number. Contact me immediately if you find anything."

"If you can find something that interests me, I wouldn't mind guest-hosting it."

Anyway, these two people travel all over the world looking for thrills, and he doesn't have to pay for their activities.

Consider it as getting two spies planted outside for free.

The carriage fell silent again.

The bread truck was driving on the smooth highway.

Just as Suren lay down again, preparing to close her eyes and rest,

"Sizzle!!!"

A screeching sound of brakes rang out suddenly, the bread cart jolted violently, and came to a screeching halt.

Suren lay still in her seat, not even swaying.

Clancy, who was holding the camera, wasn't so lucky. He hit his forehead and got a cut, which bled profusely, and the camera fell to the ground.

"FUCK! This damn footage costs more than my medical bills!"

Clancy covered her head, looked at the camera, and cursed loudly in distress.

Suren bent over and walked to the front, looking out of the car.

The once unobstructed highway has been blocked.

A few dozen meters ahead, several armored vehicles and main battle tanks were blocking the middle of the road, their dark gun barrels pointed at their bread truck.

Dozens of fully armed soldiers stood guard behind cover, gas masks hanging on their chests.

At the front, several state troopers wearing bulletproof vests strode toward the van, waving red-flashing batons to signal them to pull over.

Looking at the scene before him, Andrei's Adam's apple bobbed, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

I only led some people to explore the abandoned house. Even if someone died in an accident, it shouldn't be enough to provoke the military to send tanks to arrest me, right?

One of the state troopers whispered a few words into his walkie-talkie on his shoulder and knocked on the driver's window.

Andrei rolled down the car window, his breathing heavy.

The state trooper glanced inside the car and said in a hoarse voice, "The road ahead is closed due to a hazardous material leak."

"According to the executive order, this county, including the dozen or so towns mentioned above, is a mandatory evacuation zone."

The state trooper frowned as he looked at Andrei's bloodless face. "Sir? Are you alright?"

His hand slowly reached for the pistol at his waist.

"I...I'm alright."

Andrei said, trembling.

The state police looked suspicious, but considering they would be working overtime for the next few days and looking at the dilapidated bread truck, they really didn't want to cause any more trouble.

"If there's nothing else, turn around immediately and don't linger anywhere. Get away from this place."

Suren patted Andrei on the shoulder, signaling him to relax.

Looking out the car window, the distant mountains seemed to be swallowed up by something white, and were expanding outwards at a visible speed.

The van made a U-turn on the highway and drove away against the flow of traffic.

After driving for a distance until the police were no longer visible in the rearview mirror, Andrei's tense body finally relaxed.

He leaned back in his seat and let out a long sigh.

"Damn it, I bet it's not some damn chemical leak in there!"

Andre scratched his head haphazardly, trying to save face. "Think about that disaster in the suburbs of Los Santos a while ago!"

"Half the city block was blown up into a crater, and the media is blatantly lying, saying it was an underground gas pipeline explosion!"

Suren couldn't help but find his contradictory expression somewhat amusing.

Just moments ago, he was so terrified under the gun that he could barely speak, almost ready to raise his hands and confess all his crimes.

Now, whenever these conspiracy theories and supernatural events are mentioned, he gets all excited, his eyes practically sparkling.

Seeing that Suren didn't object, Andrei's eyes darted around slightly, and he tentatively asked, "Hey, Suren, would you be interested in coming in with us?"

"Just think about it, tanks and troops were deployed to block the roads. This is definitely another major incident deliberately covered up by the higher-ups!"

"If we can get firsthand footage, this episode will absolutely go viral!"

Suren raised an eyebrow, unmoved by the blueprint he had described, and asked, "The main roads have all been blocked by the army, do you know any side roads?"

"certainly!"

Andrei patted his chest, full of confidence.

"This is Maine, a place rife with inexplicable and strange legends. I've been here countless times in secret for this adventure show."

"When it comes to familiarity with this land, I can guarantee that I am better than these navigation apps."

Suren glanced at the map.

According to the cordon area mentioned by the police, if the other party is not exaggerating, it would take a long detour to get back to Los Santos.

The other party did not ask me to take a detour, but instead turned back the way I came; I might have been driven back even if I had taken a detour.

Adding to the earlier scene, in addition to regular troops, even tanks were deployed.

He was genuinely curious about what kind of trouble these institutions, which always liked to conduct small research in secret, had gotten up to this time.

"Let's go then."