chapter 209 Mysterious DNA test

"Fuck, asshole."
The motorcyclists were going crazy. So many people were killed, but they didn't even get to touch a hair.
After arriving at the train station, Morgan Santee simply threw away his broken car and walked into the station calmly.
When he arrived in front of the locker, he glanced and frowned slightly. There was number 18, and there was no number 19 at all. Moreover, the lockers did not require passwords, but were opened with keys.
"Excuse me, why is there no...