Durin's Diary

Chapter 605 Exchange of Opinions
Before the car stopped, Melissa had already seen the clock tower turned into ruins.

"It must have been caused by explosives. It's a standard Northern process, but now it seems a bit exaggerated." Old Royce sighed while sitting in the co-pilot seat.

After the car stopped, the old man got out and opened the door for Melissa.

The young freckled boy from the Department of Homeland Security was inside the blockade at this time, and the Link boy beside him was gone.

"I heard that your unlucky apprentice was seriously injured again this time." Melissa looked at old Royce.

Old Royce spread his hands and said, "This kid is lucky. The killer this time is even more ruthless than the Yankees. He loaded 30% more explosives than in similar operations. He's lucky to be alive."

He wanted to protect Link because he was naive and thought that Sulem Forest Farm was a good place.

How is it possible? There are indeed good people in Sulem Forest Farm, but there are also those who go with the flow. They may have been lured onto the wrong path by criminals, or for various reasons, they have a different life from the forest farm.

The Department of Homeland Security is more pure, especially in terms of its responsibility for the security of the royal family.

But who could have imagined that such a shocking case would occur just a few years later.

What was even more unfortunate was that his apprentice was trying to climb over the wall to get into the area where the bell tower was located in front of his two subordinates, but he happened to be hit by the shock wave of the explosion. He suffered 19 fractures all over his body. The Holy Medical Servants of the Church of the God of Suffering and the Church of the Original Creator had issued two critical illness notices. As long as the red line of the treatment technique was relaxed, another technique would be used on him. Until now, two of his internal bleeding wounds had not completely healed.

Unlucky boy.

At this time, the freckled boy from the Department of Homeland Security finally turned around under the guidance of his subordinates.

Seeing Melissa, his bitter face finally warmed up a little.

"Please come in, Senior Melissa."

He and Melissa both graduated from the Paris Police Academy, so this word "senior" was both a sign of humility from the junior and a good way to bring them closer together.

"Looks like you have your own worries, brother." Melissa's height didn't allow her to pat his shoulder, so she could only sigh: "How far is it from here to where our crown prince fell?"

"The straight-line distance is more than 2,500 meters." Old Royce had calculated this on the way here.

"Two thousand five hundred and seventy-one meters." The freckled boy's answer was filled with helplessness. "We've confirmed Ms. Melinda's location. She's been guiding the sharpshooters of the Twin Mother Goddesses and the Church of the Primordial Creator in the Great Wasteland today. At least eleven church leaders and hundreds of sharpshooters have confirmed the authenticity of this matter."

"You must be crazy. If this gets out, it will definitely cause a huge diplomatic crisis. Ms. Melinda is the wife of Lord Du Lin. You are practically creating a crazy enemy for the royal family." Melissa stared at the junior with wide eyes. "George, I warn you, don't mention this matter again."

"But apart from this lady, I can't think of anyone else who could have such shooting skills, and the gun is also very suspicious..." The freckled boy called George frowned and looked at Old Royce. "Old Royce, are you familiar with this method?"

"Of course. We used to work near the Northern Kingdom, and the Yankees there liked to assassinate targets from commanding heights like the clock tower." Royce took out a silver cigarette case as he spoke. He looked at George and said, "Young man, would you like one?" "Thanks." George's expression was a little complicated.

This is the difference between old Royce and Melissa. Melissa likes to warn the young man directly not to talk nonsense.

But old Reus prefers to use body language.

Young man, if you really want to mention the name Doolin Elsh, you'd better have real evidence instead of just talking nonsense.

"Ms. Melinda is now incredibly close to the pinnacle of hunters, and the other person you suspect is now a triple legend. George, for the sake of anything, don't seek death. This kind of thing is not for you and me to judge. Remember, we are hounds. Hounds only need to lead their masters to find evidence. As for how their masters interpret it, that is not our concern."

Melissa still believes that the power of language can make people understand, but old Royce just wants to make this kid named George suffer a loss.

People, if they don’t suffer any loss, will never believe that they have made any mistakes.

At this time, someone dug out half a gun barrel from the rubble.

"Is this half a gun?" Melissa shook her head as she looked at the 'half' gun barrel in front of her, which was almost as thick as her arm and reached the height of her chest.

Old Royce took a look and immediately recognized the barrel's true form. "This is a hunting rifle used in the northern borders of the Northern Kingdom to hunt corrupted giants. It uses a 20mm caliber long-cased machine gun as its bullet. It's said to be able to penetrate magic circles within a thousand meters."

"I've heard that there are quite a few of these guns in service in the northern region. The guns are about two and a half meters long. How did they get them in?" George asked in confusion.

"Of course they brought it in after removing the barrel. In fact, the gun is so long and large, Lord Durin had this in mind when he manufactured it. Otherwise, it would have taken two people to carry it. That wouldn't be funny." Old Royce said, shaking his head. "They must have blown the gun up. It's so big, it must have taken a lot of effort to get it in. It must have been even harder to get it out after this incident."

"Is this gun expensive?"

"It's not expensive. The North can already produce it." Facing George's confusion, Old Royce explained, "This gun is very accurate. Giant craftsmen can even roll the barrel by hand. So if you want to find clues from the gun, I can only say that you are wishful thinking. Even if a few of these things slipped out of the warehouse, as long as they weren't used to kill people, not many people would care. After all, business is always happy when you exchange money for goods."

"I heard you worked in the Northern Territory for a long time, Old Royce."

"I've been in the north since my first year and have seen a lot. This is indeed a carefully planned conspiracy. But precisely because it's a carefully planned conspiracy, apart from the evidence that can be completely destroyed, the remaining things will only be things that hounds like us can find without any breakthrough." Old Royce said this, pointing to the venue. "I bet they left through the sewers after they were done. The old sewers in the Nice area can be traced back to the old era and are impossible to trace back."

At this point, Old Royce patted George on the shoulder and said, "Anyone who gives these guys advice must be a veteran. You're too young. Tell the old director of the Department of Homeland Security to replace him. Don't be afraid of embarrassment. To be honest, your director is more anxious than you are."

Melissa smiled and said, "In the end, you still spoke up and helped the young man."

"Because we were all young once." Reus Sr. remained calm about this.

(End of this chapter)