After dealing with those Cyberpsychos, who barely counted as obstacles, Carl immediately began searching the warehouse. Hearing the commotion outside, she also called the Special Operations Team.
The Maelstrom outside were not deaf, so Carl was not surprised they had noticed the gunfire and disturbance. But she had no time to chat with those Maelstrom lunatics. Rather than waste time like that, she might as well let the Special Operations Team handle them while she searched the place.
Though it felt like the trail might already have gone cold, there was still hope. Even the most careful plan had flaws. She might find a clue yet.
Following the smell of blood deeper inside, Carl found its source. Even someone as experienced as her frowned slightly.
The scene before her was simply too gruesome.
Carl was no stranger to bloody scenes. She had lost count of how many Scavenger dens resembling slaughterhouses she had wiped out. But even those Scavenger dens had their own sense of value.
The Scavengers might have been the most skilled at judging a person's value. They could quickly identify the valuable organs and cyberware in someone's body, then dismantle them accordingly.
In other words, when Scavengers took people apart, they did so with a purpose and a certain level of professional skill.
Though Scavengers were more disgusting than cockroaches, the kind of vermin one could never kill enough times, Carl had to admit that they were highly capable in this regard.
But the sight before her followed an entirely different logic, one that felt far stranger.
The corpses had not been discarded carelessly. They had been arranged according to some incomprehensible pattern.
Several main bodies had been placed at the center at specific angles, as though forming the foundation of some symbol. Their chests and skulls