Chapter 33: Viper's Crib

Through the metal creaks we pace on still ongoing for another round. We break ourselves apart to uncover each room of the house.

Flash in and flash out if it's clear. The scene of the fallen couple will be maintained by our chief, officers, and CSI before we baffle them. This house is pretty ordinary, like heaps of bottles, stacks of dishes, and piles of clothes commonly seen in men's cribs.

However, we catch a glance of a crack in the walls and some look like they thawed down. He might invite his members to break some stuff.

"Wilson, come here and check this out" Marina flickered her light on a red fluid vomit which is causing aversion to gape at.

"Is he infected or he's just creating more games for us?"

"Either" she answered after she sneered from resisting not to puke as well.

"A red fluid vomit, bottles, cracks on the walls, and an empty satchel of drugs, is there any related to the gaining power crap cases similar beyond the barricaded virus?" I asked.

"We ha