Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 71 The Aged Falcon

"You're making me lose face."

"Why would you care about this when you're about to die?"

"makes sense."

……

Jonathan picked up the revolver belonging to Milo on the table, unlocked the safety, and pointed the gun at Emma, ​​who was standing silently to the side.

Grace, however, maintained the same position and did not let go.

“Besides her, there’s a gun pointed at your father’s head now. It’s around nine in the morning. He should have just finished his night shift and be coming back, right? You only have three seconds to think.”

Click.

Jonathan used the thumb of his gun-holding hand to snap the hammer off the revolver.

Now all he has to do is pull the trigger, and the revolver bullets will blast straight into Emma's head.

……

at the same time.

Far to the west of Parish 23, atop a clock tower, a man sat on the top-floor side wall, dozens of meters high, holding a bag of crushed biscuits in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

This man is the head of the law enforcement and criminal investigation team, Old Sean.

His attire remained unchanged: half a uniform, with a vest underneath but no tie at the shirt collar, and a trench coat, but no hat. He sat on the clock tower, leaning against the huge church bell behind him, enjoying his breakfast—biscuits and cigarettes.

This is the tallest building in the 23rd parish and several surrounding parishes, bar none.

From this vantage point in Old Theon, one can clearly see the entire surrounding area, including large residential and industrial areas.

Conversely, those on the ground could not see old Theon at all.

Because the weather had not completely cleared up after the rain, and the sky remained cloudy as usual, people on the ground could only see a dark rectangle embedded in the top of the clock tower when they looked up at the clock tower. If they did not look carefully, they would not notice that there was a black figure sitting at the edge of the tower.

It's around nine o'clock in the morning.

The workers had gone to their respective workshops more than an hour earlier, and there weren't many pedestrians on the surrounding streets.

Old Theon yawned, looking rather bored.

He looked somewhat tired, but it seemed he had always looked like this, not much better than Milo, only his already weathered face made it difficult to notice anything amiss in his condition.

Old Theon sat high atop the clock tower, like an aged eagle, his gaze still sharp, but his wings and claws were broken, and he exuded an air of unconcealed dejection.

He stayed in the armory at the law enforcement office all night.

He spent several hours correcting and maintaining all his personal weapons, including his flintlock musket and his "ex-wife".

After the Criminal Investigation Department's office became empty, weapons maintenance became the only thing Old Theon could focus on. Only in the dead of night, surrounded by the cold firearms in the armory, could he feel a rare sense of peace.

But this peace couldn't last long, because the settled thoughts would always unconsciously remind him that he would soon be all alone in the criminal investigation department again.

……

A magnetic female voice rang out in the dark room behind old Theon.

"You look as awful as a pile of garbage."

The woman's tone wasn't overtly sarcastic or contemptuous; it was as calm as stating a fact.

Her voice naturally has a lower frequency response than that of ordinary women, making it highly recognizable. Even if you've only heard it once, you can instantly recognize it the next time you hear it.

With the light sound of high heels, a graceful figure slowly emerged from the darkness in the dimly lit room.

Old Theon didn't turn around to look at the other person. He picked at the crumbs of biscuit stuck between his teeth with his fingers, spat them into the air, and then asked the person behind him:
"I heard you're getting another tattoo?"

The woman gently touched a gruesome wound on the back of her hand, stitched up with needle and thread. Traces of congealed blood still clung to the folds of skin, making her once slender and delicate hand appear somewhat swollen from the blood pooling in it. She shook her head.
"No, let's leave the scar as it is."

“A scar will scare away the guests at the pleasure house, you can’t make that decision.” Old Theon continued chewing his biscuit.

"Are you mocking me?" the woman retorted. "You're not much different from me, you can't even make your own decisions."

Yes, yes.

Old Theon shook the empty cookie bag, tossed it into the air, and a gust of wind swept it away.

Watching the paper bag flutter in the air, old Theon probably had a clear idea of ​​the wind direction and speed.

He then turned back into the room, bent down, and picked up a slender and elegant rifle.

914mm muzzle-loading barrel, .0.451 caliber.

The side panel of the firing mechanism features a metal etching of wheat ears, a smooth peach wood stock, and a scythe totem above the stock.

This is a Whitworth rifle gathering dust in the armory of the Chengnan Law Enforcement Station.

It is the only rifle among current firearms that can achieve a precise range of over 1000 meters.

When Milo was selecting weapons in the armory, old Theon gave him a brief introduction to this rifle, which was as exquisite as a work of art.

In fact, Whitworth is not a mass-produced weapon, nor is it part of the military's arsenal. It is positioned more as a collectible or high-end toy for high-class weapons enthusiasts, possessing both artistic and mechanical research and development value.

This rifle has been sitting in the armory for a long time.

Just like what old Theon said to Milo back then, this thing probably won't ever be of any use.

Even if it has a high-precision range, it still needs a sniper who can control it to use it, otherwise it will just be a decoration.

……

Old Theon had already completed all the rifle adjustments in the armory last night.

He solemnly loaded the rifle with ammunition, took off his trench coat, folded it, and placed it on the low wall beam as a base. Then he set up the rifle and assumed his signature half-kneeling shooting posture.

……

This clock tower is located in Parish 23.

Following the crosshairs, old Theon could see every house on the ground and the face of every passerby walking down the street.

He gently rotated his wrist, gradually getting used to the weight and grip of the rifle, before starting to search for his target.

The windows on all four sides of the clock tower can be opened.

The current location of old Theon faces the back-to-back residential area of ​​the 23rd parish.

At this time of day, there are more pedestrians on the streets than usual, as many workers are returning from the industrial area; they are all working the night shift.

Theon's target was among these people.

……

Behind him, the woman used her other, unarmed hand to grip the rope beneath the clock on the top floor, waiting for old Theon to give the signal to fire.

……

After working all night, a rare Sunday off is here to rest.

Kang really missed his smelly bed, so after leaving the factory he went straight home.

He chatted and laughed with his fellow workers all the way, completely unaware that the Grim Reaper's scythe was already hanging over his head.

(End of this chapter)