A few minutes later, Leonard Ethan stood in the center of the campsite on the empty ground, with more than a dozen corpses laid out in front of him and eight captives being interrogated separately by the militia.
"Are all of these guys here?" Leonard asked Fairmont who came over. "Did any of them manage to slip through the net and escape in the chaos just now?"
"None, your big birds are watching from the sky. The guy hiding in the crevice was shot dead by us just now," Fairmont shrugged and said.
"But not all of the people are here. Apart from the four outside, there were three people in a caravan who kept resisting, so we used their gasoline to light up the whole car."
"So now, there are seven bodies burnt as badly as charcoal and even difficult to move, so we left those bodies where they were and didn't put them here."
"Alright, did anyone get hurt in the operation?" After hearing Fairmont's answer, Leonard nodded and asked the next question.
