Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 83 The Source of Malice

"Dramman, Deramman, Deramman..."

As Milo and Rebecca passed through the first-class carriage and the two second-class carriages that followed, they kept repeating the surname, trying to find something related to it in their memory.

Every carriage was filled with gentlemen and ladies. Even the men in the unseparated seats in the second-class carriages were all dressed formally, while the women wore light or heavy makeup, creating the atmosphere of a high-class banquet.

This makes Milo and Rebecca's black trench coats stand out extremely.

Even though they were wearing black formal attire under their trench coats, their leather weapon pouches at their waists and tactical boots on their feet clearly revealed their identities, even without their tricorn hats.

The key point is that neither Rebecca nor Milo, who was following behind her, had the obvious aura of a righteous law enforcement officer.

Although Rebecca is female, she exudes a strong sense of thuggery in her every move, and she always wears a black mask covering her mouth and nose. Whenever anyone glances at her, she stares back directly.

And then there's Milo, who followed behind. There's no need to go into details. With his sculpted facial features, haggard and pale complexion, and disheveled hair that couldn't even cover his bloodshot eyes, he didn't look like a good person at all.

When the men and women in the carriage saw the two black-clad law enforcement officers appear, they instinctively lowered their voices, avoided eye contact, and dared not meet their gazes.

The train attendants in the aisle would step aside to make way for them from several meters away.

……

“It seems that to some groups, people like us are no different from plague gods,” Milo muttered as he followed Rebecca.

But Rebecca clearly didn't care about the attitudes of the strangers around her. As she walked straight through the aisle into the carriage, she was muttering "Draman, Deraman, Deraman..." just like Milo had before her.

“At the speed of the train, you can keep going for another ten hours or so.” Milo glanced at the fields outside the side window, which were completely shrouded in night.

"Not only that, the final stop is still a two-hour carriage ride from the town of Icam," Rebecca casually reminded her.

“Then we’ll probably arrive in Ickham by noon tomorrow.” Milo rubbed his temples.

What he dislikes most is long-distance travel, especially on trains, which are not a very comfortable experience. But there's nothing he can do; it's already the best way to travel in this era.

……

At the end of the last carriage of the train is an open terrace.

Here you can have a wider view to appreciate the surrounding scenery.

But it was already night, and a cold wind was howling outside. The train was crossing a field, and there was not a single light in sight, so there was not a soul on the terrace.

After the two stepped off the terrace, Milo casually closed the folding door behind him.

They said they came out for some fresh air, but when they came into contact with the outdoor air, they didn't take deep breaths. Instead, they stretched and quickly moved their hands and feet, making a series of crackling noises.

"Something's off with that guy on the left at the back of carriage number 4." Rebecca stretched her long legs on the balcony railing.

Milo, quite sensibly, stepped back to give her some space, crossed his arms over his chest, and earnestly admired Rebecca's slender yet powerful waist beneath her fitted shirt, nodding in deep agreement, and adding:
"Yeah, and those two guys wearing hats on the right side of the third row in carriage 5, they're carrying guns... To be honest, I don't really understand you flintlock enthusiasts. Those things are so bulky and clumsy, they're like fire pokers under your coats, you can't hide them at all."

"I want you to manage."

Rebecca rolled her eyes at Milo, then reached into the back of her trench coat and pulled out two black metal knuckle dusters, each with four sharp, angular points at the knuckles, making them look quite menacing.

Seeing Rebecca's posture, Milo simply took two or three steps back, retreating completely to the far corner of the terrace, putting his hands in his pockets, and remained in that position, not intending to move.

"Resolve this quickly, it's terribly cold outside."

"What do you mean? You're just going to stand by and watch?" Rebecca sniffed, seemingly feeling the power of the cold wind outside.

"I haven't been feeling well lately, please understand." Milo "obediently" took another step back.

Just as Rebecca was thinking about what to say, she noticed Milo smiling and raising his chin toward the folding door behind him.

She turned her head slightly to the side and saw the barrel of a flintlock musket slowly protruding from the crack in the door.

boom!
Just before the flint was fired, Rebecca's black knuckle duster collided with the arm holding the gun, and the bullet's trajectory completely deviated from the position originally aimed at Milo.

The next second, Rebecca yanked the man out of the carriage, then punched him twice in the face, instantly disfiguring him. After swaying and spinning twice on the terrace, he collapsed onto the other side of the railing, flung by the train's speed into the bushes outside the tracks.

……

From the moment the gunshot rang out until the gunman was dealt with, Milo watched the unfortunate man disappear into the darkness of his sight. Several seconds passed before the piercing screams of frightened passengers began to echo from the carriages behind.

However, before the screams even started, Milo had already presciently pressed his fingers against his ears as a precaution.

The train carriage was filled with the sounds of hurried footsteps, women's screams, and men's shouts.

But the people on the terrace, who were at the scene of the incident, remained very calm.

Milo held up three fingers to Rebecca, indicating that there were three more people coming this way.

Rebecca flicked the blood off her fist and stood quietly in the blind spot to the left of the car door, her expression showing no emotion whatsoever. This woman exuded a ruthless aura, exactly the same feeling Milo had when he first saw her take action in the abandoned containment facility in the valley.

It resembles a leopard, and even more so, a vicious wolf.

……

The second flintlock musket, protruding from the door crack, didn't even have a chance to fire. Rebecca pulled up the folding door, using its structure to block the opponent's elbow and press down on the barrel. Then, she punched him, shattering the glass window on the door and smashing it solidly into his chin. Afterward, she grabbed his neck and pulled him out of the broken window.

The unfortunate man's throat was stuck directly to the broken windowpane, his eyes rolling wildly.

The door swung open completely, and two burly men in overcoats squeezed out from the doorway.

However, their clumsy and slow movements meant that as soon as they came into contact with the cold air outside the terrace, they were hit by a series of knuckle dusters.

This scene is extremely impactful.

Basically, a figure that appeared somewhat slender and petite in comparison cornered two bear-like giants and unleashed a barrage of attacks. The speed of these attacks was like raindrops... no, like the needles of a sewing machine, relentlessly raining down on them at an incredibly fast pace...

Each punch was accompanied by splattering blood, making the scene extremely bloody.

A dozen seconds later, Rebecca stopped. She stood on the cold, windy terrace, panting slightly, her whole body steaming.

……

From the moment they boarded the train, Milo and Rebecca had sensed something was amiss, but at the time they weren't sure who on the train harbored ill intentions towards them.

Therefore, it is very necessary to go out for some fresh air.

See, they all jumped out and gave it to them on their own.
……

Now, two burly men lay on the ground, their bodies mangled and bloodied. Along with their facial bones, their flintlock muskets, which they hadn't had time to draw, were also smashed.

A body was hanging in the broken door or window opening, with large amounts of blood dripping down the door panel; it appeared to be dead.

As for the one that got thrown into the wilderness, barring any unforeseen circumstances, the coyotes will be more than happy to accept this delicious meal.

……

Before setting off, Milo had specifically asked Nero how many people knew about his and Rebecca's trip.

Nero's answer was: Many people.

Therefore, it was inevitable that such a thing would happen.

It would be abnormal if nothing happened along the way.

Whether it's the Solomon Gang or other forces, there will always be people who don't want the events in Icom to be exposed. It depends on how many people's interests are involved. Compared to those enormous interests, the lives of the two enforcers, Milo and Rebecca, seem insignificant.

But these first wave of assassins... well, they can't even be considered assassins, they're more like thugs at best.

They truly lack any professional skills of an assassin; they can't even manage the most basic self-concealment, let alone their clumsy marksmanship and hand-to-hand combat skills.

……

"What do you mean? What should we do with the two who are still alive?"

Milo put his hands in his pockets and looked at the two people on the ground who were still alive.

Rebecca removed the brass knuckles from her hand, flicked away the blood, and glanced at them coldly: "No need. Just have the crew contact the local law enforcement office at the next stop and let them handle it. These are obviously hired amateur thugs; they won't get any valuable clues from them."

"I'm going to wash my hands. You go and explain things to the train conductor."

She carried the two bloody knuckle dusters into the carriage.

Milo nodded, pushed aside the body hanging on the car door, and quickly followed Rebecca's pace.

……

If the passengers looked at them like they were plague carriers when they first passed through these carriages, now they were practically looking at them like they were facing death.

There wasn't a single person left in the last carriage.

All the passengers squeezed into the fourth carriage, which was further forward.

When Milo and Rebecca returned, everyone was terrified and dared not utter a sound.

Some delicate women screamed and fainted when they saw Rebecca's blood-dripping hands...

(End of this chapter)