"Damn it!"

In the middle of the night, it started snowing again on the Utah Plateau.

McMahon looked out of the car window, and his subordinate, Steve, had already uttered a curse.

Utah really wasn't much of a place.

During the westward expansion, it wasn't very developed, otherwise, that Demon Sect wouldn't have emerged.

It snowed again at night, and the snow seemed to be getting heavier.

This would undoubtedly have a significant impact on their investigation.

However, the weather's impact hadn't truly manifested yet.

Just now, the Salt Lake City police had called them.

They informed them that the identities of the deceased were very obscure, and some had even deliberately removed their fingerprints.

There are many means of removing fingerprints.

Acid, fire, and so on.

But ultimately, it's extremely painful.

If those guys are willing to endure such pain, then most likely their identities will be impossible to trace.

They deliberately concealed their identities, and as for the term 'very obscure', it probably means the Salt Lake City police couldn't find anything.

But... that term is still acceptable.

Because it's still possible to trace them.

Even without fingerprints, dental records can be used to check.

But whether or not they can find anything is hard to say, as what if the other party never visited a dentist?

Although it's very rare for an American to never visit a dentist,

we can't rule out this possibility.

For now, they couldn't bother with dental records, McMahon had to rely on the clues he had, which were the information from the transportation department.

They found out that these guys seemed to have gone somewhere afterward.

Now they're on the road to that place.

Will that place provide the clues they need?

Snow was falling heavily, and the visibility worsened.

In this kind of weather, it's best to stay at home.

But they had no choice but to continue their investigation.

Just at that moment, McMahon suddenly saw a figure.

"Watch out!"

Steve instinctively turned the steering wheel, confused.

"What's wrong?"

"Didn't you see it?"

"Was there something?"

Obviously, Steve hadn't seen anything.

This was strange because as the driver, Steve should have kept a closer watch on the front.

So, there's only one explanation.

The figure was just a flash.

But what does this indicate?

"Reverse, slow down a bit, get closer, get closer..."

McMahon began directing, confident he had seen something.

But when the car slowly backed up to the spot where the figure was first seen,

McMahon began looking around.

The feeling was strange, because if there really was someone, then the car would have hit them.

With limited visibility, their speed was quite fast, and although they turned the wheel,

it shouldn't have been enough to avoid the figure.

Any experienced driver would understand.

But when they backed up, there was no one there.

Could he have been mistaken?

The car hadn't hit anyone, was it just a mistaken shadow seen by McMahon?

Suddenly, the figure flashed again.

"Hey! Stop!"

Steve foolishly shouted, brashly.

Although this confirmed McMahon hadn't been mistaken before, it also tipped them off.

McMahon wanted to curse, but at that moment, they should pursue.

Amazingly, the figure changed suddenly.

Roar!

An off-road vehicle burst forth from the roadside!

F*ck!

That must have been the figure, trying to hide, but unfortunately still exposed.

Now he got in the car, so there's no choice.

A car chase in the snowy night started right on the Utah Plateau!

...

Bishop also had his own Snow Mountain Villa.

He was truly wealthy, being a Cult Leader, if he didn't have such a villa,

wouldn't that mean... at least he couldn't compete with Kobrand, right?

That wouldn't do!

He had to surpass Kobrand no matter what!

But, Bishop wasn't considering this matter now.

Our Saint Master, clad in a thick robe, paced back and forth in the living room.

Usually most fond of discussing the apocalypse with female followers, he had no interest in it now.

Why was that?

It was quite simple, actually.

This time, sending out followers to kill Zhou Mo Sen, was different from before.

They were a cult, but not fools.

The people sent last time were a ragtag bunch.

Even ordinary housewives took up arms to kill Zhou Mo Sen.

Although this showed Bishop's outstanding brainwashing skills,

it wasn't professional enough.

Those people became cannon fodder, as expected.

Though not much time had passed, of course, they needed to learn from experience.

Thus, the people sent this time were much more formidable.

Within the Descent Sect, there were some capable individuals.

For example, former special forces members, and some former Ma Rui members.

These people were quite skilled, though many had gained weight.

Which was normal, absolutely normal.

American men, once they stop training, quickly grow as fat as pigs from eating.

But their experience remained, their shooting skills were decent, all in all, not bad.

The most satisfying aspect for Bishop was that this group suggested erasing their identities.

Yes, this was something overlooked before.

When they brought it up, it was excellent.

It's necessary to erase identities.

And they did so proactively.

Of course, they weren't all former soldiers; some were just extremists who had practiced at shooting ranges before.

Nevertheless, they all erased their identities.

Fingerprints were removed, and other identity details were obscured.

In short, regardless of success or failure this time,

it didn't have much to do with Bishop.

Yet, the Saint Master remained uneasy.

Why is that?

Even he didn't know.

Perhaps he worried they still couldn't kill Zhou Mo Sen...

No! Impossible!

No matter how influential Zhou Mo Sen was, so what?

Did he have a Lamborghini by his side?

My men weren't pushovers either!

Actually, Bishop knew in his heart,

the people he dispatched this time were all 'former' somethings.

Ultimately, they were just a leveled-up ragtag group.

Advanced riffraff.

But Bishop couldn't let himself think that way.

He should believe... under the protection of the Devil,

his men would kill Zhou Mo Sen!

And now... has it succeeded yet?

Why was there no news from his men?

Unexpectedly for Bishop, it wasn't long before the FBI appeared outside his villa!

When the villa's security followers reported this, Bishop was completely stunned.

Why would the FBI show up?

But faced with this situation, he had no choice but to allow the FBI to investigate and question.

No other options, so he had to let them in.

Thus, McMahon encountered Bishop.

Even at this moment, McMahon didn't know who this person named Bishop actually was.

After all, even at the Democratic Party's national convention, Bishop wore a mask.

This time, McMahon's intent...

"Excuse me, sir, what's the story with the body outside the villa?"

Body?

Bishop was dumbfounded!

What had happened!?

...

Snowy night.

Owen, wearing a ghillie suit, had to move on foot.

Really tired, on one hand to take out the Descent Sect guys, and also to lead the FBI to Bishop.

Ordinary people couldn't achieve this.

Fortunately, he wasn't ordinary.

He hadn't completely killed all the Descent Sect's assassins, leaving one behind before.

He made this guy drive along the way to lure them to Bishop.

Now, it's a story between the FBI and the Descent Sect.

Previously, the Descent Sect was at odds with Kobrand's group.

The key to this was Esmeralda.

That one-eyed woman was indeed capable; she found someone who slipped into Utah earlier.

The work was finally done.

But honestly, Owen did have high hopes for that guy McMahon.

…Jameson and the others reach the Snow Mountain Villa.

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