Stepping on the demon door, the witch becomes the strongest

Chapter 82 Maybe I can fight back (310)

It is finally July and the temperature is getting hotter.

Continue tracing back northward from the land border until the view reaches the distant city of Amur, where crowds are gathering on the streets.

This is the seventh murder case in the past two weeks. The victim was the owner of a butcher shop. On his way home from drinking in the evening, he was killed by the murderer who slit his throat. His body was not found until the next morning.

Luosha security officers separated the onlookers from the scene. Many people, observing the tragic death of the body from afar, closed their eyes and made the sign of the cross on their chests, begging God to protect them from evil.

Two security officers were conducting a makeshift inspection of the body, one responsible for recording and the other for confirming the situation:

"Name?"

"Vladimir Yuryevich Zhukovsky."

"age?"

"54 is old."

"Gender…Male, occupation?"

"Butcher."

"Physical characteristics?"

"The facial skin was grayish white, the eyeballs were sunken, the lips and nails were cyanotic, and the livor mortis was lighter—it seemed that the deceased had lost a large amount of blood after death."

"External injuries?"

"There were bite marks on the face and hands, likely caused by rodents, but not fatal. There were bruises on the back of the head, presumably caused by the victim being knocked to the ground, but not fatal. The larynx was torn open, with signs of sharp teeth, severely exposing the trachea and carotid artery, which was a fatal injury."

"Good, I guess that's about it. Another fucking vampire killing."

"Are you going to get a cross from the church?"

"No, I only trust my old buddy." The burly Rakshasa Operator stood up and patted the police pistol at his waist. "Do you think those vampire impersonators can withstand a full volley of my bullets?"

"I don't think so, unless it's a real vampire." Another operator also stood up and turned to look at the crowd around him, as if he was going to ask if there were any witnesses at the scene.

His eyes fell on a young girl, and he suddenly called out:
"Hey! Little Khitan! Why do I always see you at the murder scene?"

Anna looked at the Rakshasa man expressionlessly, her eyebrows slightly raised, and asked in a cold voice:
"So? You can't find the murderer, so you plan to pick someone from the crowd as a scapegoat?"

"Hey, I'm not framing you." The middle-aged Rakshasa man pushed through the crowd and walked in front of Anna, a somewhat confused smile on his face. "I just have reasonable suspicions as a public security officer, and I want to ask you to come to our public security bureau as an eyewitness and cooperate with the investigation."

"Really, pig?" Anna spoke fluent Rakshasa language, peppered with local swear words. "I have no intention of cooperating with your corruption investigation. Unless you can whip out that damn arrest warrant and handcuff me, I'd better get out of here!"

"You don't have the final say on this." The Rakshasa operator reached for her shoulder, but Anna grabbed his wrist. Under the force of the Wood Curse Mantra, his eyes widened and his face twitched in pain.

"What's wrong?" The colleague behind him noticed his abnormality and stood up.

Anna released his wrist, took a step back, and prepared to attack again.

Operator Rakshasa gnashed his teeth and reached for the pistol at his waist with his other intact hand, but was quickly stopped by his colleague behind him:

"Calm down, you don't want to cause a news accident."

"I just wanted to teach her a lesson. Damn little Khitan bitch."

"That's not the time." Seeing that the other party had no intention of chasing or drawing a gun, Anna sneered disdainfully, then turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

On the way home, her expression gradually darkened.

Due to the recent spate of murders, tensions are building throughout the city. Social media constantly criticizes the Sheriff's Department for its incompetence, while the higher-ups are pushing all the pressure onto the lower ranks, causing these officers to become furious and see everyone as a murderer.

Unrest among the local population was also growing, and xenophobic incidents were rampant. The first to suffer were the Kiev and Jewish people, followed by the Lu people and the Koreans.

Although Anna didn't understand why vampires had to be foreigners, she knew better than to admit that gentleness, courtesy, frugality, and modesty were not important in the Rakshasa world. When someone insulted you as a bad seed, you'd better actually act like one, or you'd suffer the consequences.

She gritted her teeth, took out her phone, and started typing a message to someone.

Lu Guo, Jiangbei Province, Jinling Prefecture, Zhendong National Defense College.

Yan Yu received another message from Anna. This girl seemed to regard herself as a tree hole. She probably sent more messages every day than she did to her father.

In fact, it is not only Amur where social order has deteriorated.

As the recovery of spiritual energy progresses, some extraordinary people with spiritual talent have begun to discover the differences between themselves and others.

In places like Lu, where grassroots order is relatively stable, the public may not have felt anything yet. However, in Siberia, Eastern Europe, North Africa, South America, and other places where official governance is relatively weak, civilian supernatural beings have begun to emerge, attempting to challenge the public order that originally constrained them.

After all, don't forget that the reason order is widely accepted is that it has enough violence to punish those who violate it. Now that violence is dispersed... it would be strange if order is not shaken.

After typing a reply to Anna, Yan Yu stood up and looked at Lin Ning who was resting opposite him:

"continue?"

"Keep going!" Lin Ning assumed a fighting stance.

Although Yan Yu suggested that she didn't need to delve into fighting techniques, the girl recently watched the video of General Body Boxing carefully and her stances were all very similar.

So what? Can you beat me, Xiao Lin Ning?
"Let's change our training method this time." Yan Yu suddenly stopped her and said, "From now on, don't use the other four spells. Only use the rush spell to attack me."

"Why?" Lin Ning suddenly showed a puzzled look, "If I can't use the Wood Curse Spell, then as long as you activate the Earth Elephant Spell, won't I be able to deal with it?"

"I won't use the Elephant Curse either," Yan Yu replied. "We'll just use the Charge Curse to counterattack each other, and use the Divine Movement, Cloud Ascending, and Wall Passing techniques to dodge each other's Charge Curses."

"Of course I can." Lin Ning was still a little confused. "However, I've been practicing the Gold Element Charge Curse for a long time, and I haven't had much time to practice other attacking spells like the Curse Curse, Flame Curse, and Moisten Curse. Isn't it better to make sure I'm proficient in all five spells first?"

A test-taker has to practice questions in all subjects before he can feel at ease. What's the point of only focusing on practicing questions in one subject?

"That's it," Yan Yu said with a smile, "as long as you can hit me with the Chong Curse in actual combat training, I will acknowledge that you have fully mastered the Chong Curse technique and allow you to practice other spells. How about it?"

"Okay!" Lin Ning immediately became interested and said with high morale, "I accept this challenge!"

"As for the actual combat training venue, it will be set there." Yan Yu pointed to the Cloud Ascending Technique practice ground in the distance.

It was an environment simulating urban street fighting, with a large number of houses, low walls, alleys and obstacles, making it easy to find cover to withstand the enemy's offensive and shooting.

If we were to duel on an open field, even with just the Charging Spell, I would definitely not be able to defeat the Captain. But if we were to duel on an extremely complex battlefield, with a little more luck...

...Maybe I can fight back?

(End of this chapter)