Chapter 46

"Yes, this is a dead body," Cormac commented, his tone sounding to make fun of Vasiliev. Glanced at him with an obsessive expression. Vile giggles. "But part of his head was destroyed. Astonish art!"

Vasilev refused to react. Lazy to argue with psychopaths without empathy like Cormac. He shrugged, "this is better. Then the rest lost some of their heads. Leaving only the bones of the nose, jaw, and neck down. You know, like a bomb attack. When the bullet went through his head, it killed him and blew him up, and his face was destroyed. I don't know what kind of Cartridge he used. Awful deadly ability."

Cormac knelt before the body, removed the snowdrifts that buried part of the body and examined and analyzed from head to toe.

The body's skin looked pale blue, some parts of the limbs on the left arm, shoulder, and leg seemed blackened by frostbite, and the face froze. Half his eyes were open, empty, expressionless.

Cormac searched for the source of physical injuries in the form of bru