Based on this, it can be inferred that the homeowner, Bahar, is very likely the mysterious sniper.

The other party's real identity was a carpenter repairman.

An investigation into his workplace revealed that he was frequently late for work and sometimes left early.

People privately say that he doesn't work hard enough, which is why his family is so poor and sometimes the children can't even afford to eat.

Police determined that none of the Bahar family members were found among the deceased residents of the Mandala apartment complex.

The wallet from his home has been taken, and the shoes have not yet been found.

Therefore, it can be inferred that the other party is still alive.

A warrant has been issued for Bahar's arrest with a reward. If you see this notice, please report it to the police immediately.

"Oh, this is terrible. The legendary mysterious sniper is just a worker."

"I can understand his efforts to promote good and punish evil, but why did he collect these people's fingers?"

"I don't know. Maybe his killings were just to satisfy his psychological abnormality. Who knows if he was really doing good and eliminating evil?"

"Yes, I think so too. I was just too afraid to say it before. My neighbor's kid, although he was a hoodlum, he was very filial at home. He just seemed a bit fierce outside. He didn't do anything serious, but he was killed because of that!"

"You say that someone made a mistake and the police should take care of it, but would the police just let a criminal go out? His method of killing the other person directly is just too cruel."

"Yes, everything he did could very well be a sign of psychopathism!"

"You'd better watch your words. We're still outside, be careful not to be overheard," a thin old man said cautiously after hearing the crowd's discussion, glancing around cautiously.

His words instantly awakened everyone: yes, the other party is still at large.

That's a mysterious sniper.

The entire street fell silent instantly. Everyone just stared at their newspapers, their gossip burning inside them, but they dared not utter a word.

"It seems that the Satanic cult has made its move," Boudiman said, looking at the contents of the newspaper.

The other party attributed all the deaths of the residents in the Mandala apartment complex to the Bahar family, including Wu Heng, claiming that his family had connections with Wu Heng.

These are clearly fabrications by the Satanic cult.

Through years of investigation, Boudiman had long known that the Satanic Church controlled many high-ranking government officials.

It's not surprising that the other party could do that.

"These damned bastards, I really want to find them all and crush them. They're like bedbugs hiding in the shadows, resorting to these insidious tricks," Quirk said angrily, his fists clenched.

They were fully aware of what was happening inside the apartment.

So seeing the news distorting the truth made him even angrier, which reminded him of some bad things that happened during his time in the military.

Therefore, he felt very resentful.

"It seems Rahmat was right. Luckily, he let us scout ahead of time."

"So what we need to find now is to identify which people in the local high-ranking positions belong to the Satanic cult, and we need to remove them."

"According to Rahmat, Satanism is certainly unable to control the overall situation at the higher levels, otherwise they wouldn't need to use such troublesome methods; they could just openly lead people to sacrifice."

"Let's go check out the apartment first."

"He didn't mean that guys like those Satanists usually go back to the scene after doing something bad and make some arrangements. Let's go to the apartment and clean up some of the mess first."

"Row!"

The two set off for the apartment, and just as they arrived at the forest area surrounding the apartment, they suddenly felt a strange fluctuation.

"Did you feel it?" Quake's expression was somewhat solemn. "It should be about 2 kilometers to the left. This aura is rather cold, belonging to a mysterious power. It spread out for a moment, then contracted again." Budiman nodded.

"Want to go have a look?"

"Let's get a little closer. We need to figure things out and gather more clues, but we must be careful not to get too close."

The two immediately changed direction and headed towards the source of the strange fluctuations.

Deep within the forest.

Pastor Ron, Kevin, and Jeff's family all suddenly appeared at this place.

The scorching heat in the air and the strong aroma of curry made them feel a bit choked.

"where is this place?"

"Why does it feel like the climate has changed? Where have we been brought here?" Kevin looked around.

"I don't know, but I can't feel that spying anymore, so it must not be close!"

Ron looked at the goat mark on his wrist, and the feeling that he had been constantly being watched had completely disappeared.

"Mr. Ron, do you think that guy can beat Lucifer?" Caroline asked curiously as she looked around.

“We can’t beat them!” Ron said definitively.

"Ah! Then wouldn't that mean..."

"Don't worry, the devil is known for his cunning. He's not stupid. He's so arrogant because he has the confidence to back it up."

"If it were really Lucifer himself, the legendary King of Hell, I reckon that devil would have run away on his own long ago. He wouldn't let us go first. He's not that great."

"The only possibility is that Lucifer is not the real Lucifer, but most likely just an avatar or something similar."

“After all, the methods Kevin’s Gold Can Company has set up have been able to trap it for a period of time. I don’t believe that the real thing could be trapped,” Ron judged.

"Uh, my former company, I'm free now." Kevin touched his nose, but accidentally pinched it so hard it hurt.

He forgot that his arm was now the arm of a demon.

"Maybe your boss didn't agree to your resignation. Perhaps we're already colleagues now."

Jeff raised his right arm, revealing the goat mark, and stared at Kevin speechlessly, as if to say, "Look at you, this is all your doing."

"Okay! It's all my fault," Kevin said helplessly.

Just as they were talking, a strange, hunched figure suddenly emerged from the mound of graves beside them.

Silently, it stretched out a pair of slender arms toward Kevin's neck. Its aura was so well concealed that Ron did not notice it.

"What is this? It's chilly."

Kevin felt the coldness on his neck, jerked his head, and reached out to touch it.

The hunchbacked evil spirit that had just grabbed Kevin by the neck found that its strength was like gripping an iron pillar, and it couldn't twist Kevin's cervical spine at all.

With a flick of his head, the hunchbacked evil spirit's body was thrown backwards.

Kevin looked at the evil spirit's arm he was holding, and the hunched evil spirit lying to the side, exchanging bewildered glances: "What is this thing?"

"Fuck, this is an evil spirit!"

"Damn it, it just ambushed me?" He stared, a sense of rage rising within him.

It seems like everything is bullying me. (End of Chapter)

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