Sinmonger Chapter 4: Revenge
Amidst the noise, the paper man woke up, looked at his watch, and it was evening again.
No one usually bothers him when he falls asleep at his desk, except when bombs are being sent to the police station.
"Okay, squat for me! Be honest, hey! You! Take that foaming man to the hospital! Are you new here! Don't handcuff the overdose in! Die in What's going on in the hallway!" Deacon's roar came from outside the door.
Two more hooligans were caught because of a fight. The bloodied gangsters were wearing handcuffs and refused to be honest. They were fighting in the corridor. The local law and order really gave the police officers a headache. Almost every night until dawn, the police station was very lively.
Paper Man sighed, thinking that he wouldn't be able to sleep anyway, so he shook his head, unlocked the locked computer, and continued his investigation. Tears welled up in his eyes and he yawned again and again, and he was really not interested in the work he was doing sitting in the office. If a policeman like Paper Man asks him to chase the murderer on foot for dozens of kilometers, he will definitely be in high spirits, but asking him to do this information screening and analysis and investigation is undoubtedly a kind of torture.
"On the channel of aviation alone, there are so many people entering and leaving every day... Damn tourist city." The paper man scolded while browsing the entry and exit records transferred from the airport.
Because there is no way to investigate from the name, so the only way to find the blood owl is to look at the ID cards of those inbound passengers (the world is not divided into countries, only regions, so there is no concept of passports). The Paper Man started searching from the records seven days ago, and looked at the appearance of every inbound person very carefully. If it was the HL side, a large number of people could be deployed to do this part of the work at the same time, but the Paper Man was closed to his old friend Malone. , so he, an ordinary policeman with limited powers, can only go it alone. He was really worried about asking other people in the police station to help him, because chasing this prisoner would not tolerate the slightest error. If someone overlooked it, he might miss his chance of arrest forever.
After working like this for three consecutive hours, Paper Man still made no progress.
"Sir!" The door was suddenly opened, and a policeman stumbled in without knocking on the door and shouted, "Steel...steel..."
"Don't stammer, like a panicked ordinary citizen, you are a policeman." Paper Man replied calmly.
This calmness and majesty made the police officer a little calmer, at least the words went smoothly: "Sir! It's the steel commandment! You go outside and have a look!"
The paper man stood up, didn't say anything more, and walked out. In fact, he was still a little happy. Although he didn't know what happened, he finally had a reason to go out to breathe.
Walking out of the police station, the pedestrians on the street are looking up at the northern sky with expressions of panic or blankness.
In the night sky, there is a huge white cross suspended in the sky. It is not a firework or a holographic image, but a pattern constructed by some kind of burning energy.
"Just kidding..." The paper man looked at the cross with a smile on his lips: "A big man like the Inspector General of the Holy City is here, do you want to start a war?" In his windbreaker, slowly scattered Layers of white paper emerged, laid out on its own to his feet, formed a paper flying carpet, carried him into the air at high speed, and flew towards the distant cross.
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HL, the second branch of the North.
The large screen in Jim Malone's office is displaying the white cross in the air. And he, with his mouth half open, stared straight, the ashes of the cigar in his hand had fallen onto his shiny leather shoes.
"Colonel, where did you just say?" The man who asked the question was sitting across from Ma Long's desk. He was wearing a black HL uniform and had simple blond hair. A knife scar that bisected the entire face horizontally, made his face look quite hideous.
Malone turned his chair in the direction and said to the other party: "Well...don't worry, Mr. Faro, everything is under control. I'll send someone over now." He stretched out his hand as he spoke. to the walkie-talkie on the table.
Faro waved him to stop, and said, "No need, I'll go by myself, it's not that I don't trust your troops' combat power, it's just...I have a few of the steel commandments. The person you want to meet, maybe you can meet this kind of scene.”
Ma Long hurriedly said: "Mr. Faro, you have only been off the plane for a few hours, and the general sent you here..."
"The colonel need not say more, there is no conflict between the general's order and the HL's responsibilities." Faro stood up from his chair: "The murderer of danger level four, to kill; those rebels who dare to sway the city, I want to kill more." He turned around, as if to remind the other party of something with the words "kingdom is supreme" after his military uniform: "Since it is HighestLaws, any factors that are judged to be a threat to the stable rule of the empire will not be heard. Forgive me, kill them all."
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North of Venice.
On the sea less than two kilometers from Murano Island, a piece of ice floes with a diameter of 100 meters appeared. The color of the ice is also a very strange white. And there are more than ten people standing on the ice surface.
They are wearing heavy metal boots and white trousers. The hem of the top extends straight to the knee. The buckle of the leather belt is a cross pattern. The shoulders to the neckline are made of hard material, and the collar is high to the cheekbones. , covering the lower half of his face, the front chest of the white long jacket is reflected with a conspicuous sign, the wild red cross, which is the symbol of the steel commandment.
Leading the dozen or so heavily armored knights was the inspector general of the Holy City, Camo Botrini, who was two meters tall, with a cross on his back that was taller than a street light pole, dressed in white The robes are inlaid with forged gold, but it is not the part of the metal armor. He took out a pocket watch from his pocket and saw the hands trembling frantically, but he just sneered: "It seems that there are quite a few masters here."
A black-faced man with a collarbone was standing beside Bottrini and said: "My lord~IndoMTL.com~ The pastor sensed that only one of our hundreds of brothers was killed, and now it is like this. , it would be fine if he was really attracted, but in case he doesn't come, the HL's army will come instead..."
Bottini said: "The Crown County is our foundation. Although Venice is only a small place, in less than half a day, more than a hundred brothers here were slaughtered, and it was done by one person. I don't care. Who is he, what force is he, in a word, he must not be allowed to see the sunshine of tomorrow morning."
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Underground Venice, a city of reflections.
During the day, after seeing Zuo Dao, the blood owl went to many stores, bought a lot of preservatives and other materials, prepared a chemical spray that could cover up the corpse odor, and took time to use some hardware stores. The stuff I got here has modified the ventilation systems in two of the rooms in the underpass. Afterwards, he gathered all the corpses and stumps in those two rooms, and worked hard for a whole day. It was really cleaned up. As for those bloodstains and various unknown body fluids, he directly regarded them as paint for the walls. , he didn't care about the smell anyway, so he didn't do anything at all.
The experimental equipment and computer equipment had to wait for news from the left, and he didn't have time to get normal furniture such as beds and refrigerators, so the blood owl decided to go to a hotel on the ground tonight to deal with it for the night.
He casually looked for an exit. After several searches and clearings and his understanding of the upper layers of Venice, the blood owl basically knew where he would appear. After clearing the street signs around me, I saw a more interesting scene.
The blood owl looked at the northern sky and laughed wildly while standing on the street. A white cross was reflected in his pupils.