Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 68 Broken
It's now one against seven.

Originally, the numbers were vastly different, but after testing the difference in combat strength, Milo was completely relieved.

Because these assassins don't seem to be very professional.

……

Milo gripped the Bowie knife in reverse, wiping the blood off the blade against his trench coat, allowing the polished mirror-like blade to regain its cold, gleaming shine.

He paced back and forth casually, muttering to himself:

"Should I show off now or wait until I've killed them all...?"

The situation has now reversed.

Milo's speed and strength far surpassed any of the assassins in this group. Faced with such overwhelming power, the saying "two fists can't beat four hands" no longer applies.

"Why don't you tell us first who sent you?"

The seven people present remained silent, but they seemed to have no intention of backing down. Each of them still gripped their steel knives tightly and slowly approached Milo.

With no one to cooperate, Milo could only shrug helplessly.

But just as he reversed the blade and prepared to rush forward, he felt a sharp pain sweep from every corner of his body to his brain.

hum! ! !
It felt as if a heavy bell had been violently shattered in his mind, accompanied by intense tinnitus, and blood gushed wildly from Milo's nostrils and the corners of his eyes.

In that instant, Milo's mind went completely blank.

He was no stranger to this feeling; he had experienced it on the night of the Day of the Dead and again recently after peeking into Karl's undead perspective. However, this time the side effects were several times worse than the previous two times. The excruciating pain and dizziness caused Milo to lose all mobility and even stop thinking.

It’s over.

Why at this particular time?

After observing Anna's undead perspective, Milo hadn't felt any discomfort in the past few days. He thought he had adapted to the aftereffects, but he didn't expect that the side effects and aftereffects still existed, just lying dormant. Once he overused his physical strength, it would trigger a series of excruciating pains.

Milo spent several days in bed recovering after spying on Karl.

But we're in the midst of a crisis right now, there's no time for him to catch his breath.

The knife in Milo's hand clattered to the ground. He collapsed to his knees, supporting himself on the floor with his hands, and began coughing up blood uncontrollably.

"Cough cough cough!!"

Is this the retribution for showing off...?

Large amounts of blood and foam gushed from his mouth and nose. Milo's eyes were covered in blood, and his vision was completely filtered through a scarlet red lens, making it impossible for him to see anything in front of him.

ended.

Milo could picture himself being chopped into pieces and thrown into the canal.

It's so frustrating, the situation clearly wasn't that desperate yet...

……

Milo lost consciousness under the torment of terrifying pain.

The fierce battle with cold weapons at the Confession Wharf came to an abrupt end here.

Perhaps to echo this tragic ending, Nanwei City was hit by another downpour, washing the blood-stained riverside streets clean, leaving no trace.

...

Residential street of the 23rd parish.

Another group of people dressed in black coats silently pried open the door to the Milo family's house.

According to the original intelligence, the Valrocan family consisted of the young brother and sister, their father, and a younger brother. But tonight, the house was empty.

After losing his job at the workshop, Kang had just moved to another alchemy workshop, which was quite far from the 23rd parish. Under the shift system, he had to work until dawn before he could go home.

As for the youngest son, Finn, it seems he was picked up from school beforehand, but no one knows where he was taken.

The assassins returned empty-handed.

……

Despite the torrential rain, figures in black trench coats could still be seen on the streets of Nanwei City.

Especially in the area near the city center, kerosene lamps were still lit at the sealed-off Rose Restaurant. Law enforcement officers, along with experts from various universities, were conducting what seemed to be the umpteenth round of on-site sampling. Nearly a whole day had passed, and they still hadn't figured out what the explosive device was.

The case's enforcement team has now been transferred to law enforcement headquarters.

The higher-ups have given a direct order: the cause of Earl Sherman's death must be found out and the real culprit arrested within a short period of time.

The people gathered at the law enforcement headquarters at this time included the chiefs of law enforcement from various law enforcement offices, and the investigation was personally directed by several major law enforcement inspectors from Nanwei City.

So familiar faces like Nero and Rebecca appeared, as well as Western Enforcement Chief Charles, who had met Milo briefly during the previous enforcement assessment, and Colin, whom he had just recruited.

These people seemed to be intentionally or unintentionally searching for someone at the law enforcement headquarters, but they couldn't find any trace of that person.

Dark, swirling clouds rolled incessantly above the spire of the law enforcement headquarters, with flashes of lightning occasionally piercing through them with thunder, adding to the oppressive and irritating atmosphere of the entire headquarters.

Rebecca was well aware of the various feuds between Milo and the Sherman family. Although she didn't know where Milo would go at this critical juncture, on second thought, it wasn't necessarily a bad thing that Milo wasn't at law enforcement headquarters. If one were to deliberately investigate potential new enemies of the Sherman family, Milo would definitely be the first one to be targeted. His presence at law enforcement headquarters would actually have a negative impact on the progress of the case investigation.

But there was another person who didn't arrive at headquarters on time, which Rebecca couldn't understand: Old Theon, the right-hand man of the South City Enforcement Bureau.

Rebecca suspected that the two like-minded master and apprentice were secretly plotting something wicked.

However, the case was urgent, and Rebecca had no time to pay attention to the two of them.

……

As for the missing old Sean, as the sole head of the criminal investigation team, he did not participate in the investigation of the bombing, but simply stayed leisurely at the South City Law Enforcement Office.

While his colleagues outside were being ordered to search, he sat alone in the armory, legs crossed, personally operating the machine to sharpen the blade of his recurve machete, which he called "Ex-Wife".

He frowned, looking very serious.

However, he still made some basic mistakes. He didn't fix the blade properly, which caused the blade to misalign during the sharpening process, resulting in a bloody cut on his finger.

"unlucky."

"What bad luck."

Old Theon, his fingers bleeding, muttered curses in a low voice, but no one knew who he was cursing.

……

...

The heavy rain continued to wash over the streets and alleys.

The residents of Nanwei City all retreated to their homes.

But at this moment, besides the law enforcement officers, there was another figure hurrying along the street.

It was Yan, who had always longed for the pleasure house.

He was about to deliver something.

……

(End of this chapter)