After leaving the Prague Reservation, where corpses lay strewn across the land, Lachica once again headed back toward Saint Phi City in New Mexico.
"I don't have much time left. I have to reach Saint Phi City before the Beautiful Country reacts. It was the Santa Fe Police Headquarters that took my parents. I have to force them to tell me where my parents are."
A Pickup Truck sped along the road, its headlights illuminating the night.
Behind the wheel, Lachica's expression was especially cold as he touched the pendant around his neck.
The pendant was a small scarecrow, only the size of a baby's fist. It did not look delicate or cute; instead, it was grotesque and uncanny.
Feeling the pendant's icy touch, Lachica stomped on the accelerator. He was going to make a huge scene tonight.
The next morning, at the Santa Fe Police Headquarters.
Police officers hurried back and forth, their expressions tense.
They had already received word that a large number of officers had been killed or wounded in a Native American reservation, and were gathering their forces to investigate.
Austin, the chief of the Saint Phi City Police Department, stood on the headquarters' training ground, where more than two hundred armed officers had gathered.
"Emergency notice: A terrorist attack has occurred at the Prague Reservation. The culprit is a Native American youth named Lachica. He has caused thirty-two police casualties. Everyone, take your weapons and equipment and come with me to arrest him."
Austin's expression was ugly as he issued the order in an almost roaring voice.
At the Prague Reservation, the police officers sent to carry out the mission had failed to report back for a long time. The dispatch center sensed that something was wrong and sent another team to investigate. They