abnormal mutation

Chapter 133 The Unpredictable Prophet
Roland spotted a familiar figure in the crowd—the same fourth-level law enforcement officer he had seen at the train station.

The law enforcement officer system is divided into ten levels, and like the extraordinary sequence, the lower the number, the higher the level.

Level 9, 8, and 7 law enforcement officers are ordinary people, equipped with bronze swords and shields; level 7 officers carry two swords and three shields. Those who carry silver swords and shields are extraordinary individuals. Level 4 law enforcement officers correspond to Sequence 7, having just entered the middle sequence, and generally serve as the highest-ranking officials in small and medium-sized cities.

The golden sword and shield are for high-ranking law enforcement officers, typically found only in major cities like Almosid and Enga Bay. The highest-ranking law enforcement officers are high-sequence extraordinary individuals, and there are reportedly twelve of them.

There were no senior law enforcement officers among the crowd, but the simultaneous deployment of two Level 4 law enforcement officers would be considered a serious case anywhere.

Roland quietly returned to his room, his mind churning with thoughts.

The law enforcement officer definitely knew him and was aware of his background, but since he was there, it must not be a minor issue like illegal possession of a firearm.

His first reaction was that someone was trying to frame him, and that the reasoning was so compelling that even law enforcement officers had to come.

Since it's a false accusation, there must be evidence.

He entered stealth mode and quickly circled the villa inside and out, without noticing anything unusual.

He sank underground and, sure enough, found a large warehouse thirty meters below the basement. It was filled with boxes and boxes of weapons and ammunition. He opened a few boxes at random. They were brand new and shiny, and the models were unfamiliar, but he could tell they were the latest types of weapons.

In addition to pistols, rifles, artillery, and mortars, there was also a steam cannon that I had only ever seen in the news.

Judging from the markings and serial numbers, these are all the latest weapons produced by the Hitler Empire's armory, and the person who could transport them here must have had extraordinary connections.

The warehouse has two exits. One leads diagonally upwards to the artificial hill behind the garden, but it has been sealed off. The method was so clever that Roland hadn't noticed it when he passed by before.

The second passageway is quite large and should be the main route for transporting munitions, extending from the warehouse all the way to the bay cliffs behind the garden villa. If there are cargo ships equipped with cranes to assist, the transshipment shouldn't be difficult.

The gate is a single large stone slab. When closed, the rock texture blends into the cliff face, and with the camouflage of extraordinary power, it is extremely difficult to detect.

'Misunderstanding, coincidence, or deliberate act?'

I just arrived today. The villa was rented temporarily by the Chamber of Commerce, so I can't blame myself or the Chamber of Commerce for these weapons.

If law enforcement officers were to forcibly pin a blame on someone, it would be tantamount to a complete breakdown in relations. The Sid Empire is already besieged on all sides, and it's unlikely they would further anger the previously docile Northern Merchant Guild.

At this moment, the villa lights gradually turned on. Facing the silent law enforcement officers, the butler Norman remained calm despite his surprise. He called everyone out, had them line up, and stood at the front himself.

"Officer, this is private property. Please state your purpose." He appeared neither humble nor arrogant, but he was actually very flustered inside. However, he sensed something fishy from the officer's attitude.

To ordinary people, these law enforcement officers are usually like wolves and tigers; logically, they should rush in and subdue everyone, not quietly wait for the master to come out.

"Enforcement officers are handling a case. This is a search warrant. Please bring Mr. Otto out." The leading Level 4 enforcement officer was very tall, probably two meters. He unfolded a black paper with a red seal in his hand, and the words "search warrant" in red were particularly eye-catching.

"Please wait a moment, I've already gone to call them." Norman felt relieved; as long as it wasn't a red arrest warrant, there was still room for maneuver.

Percy stepped forward, steeling himself: "Officer, I am Percy Carmen Caran. Is there some misunderstanding here?"

“Exactly, we just moved in, and the law enforcement officers are getting more and more outrageous.” Annabeth seemed unafraid, crossing her arms and speaking in a somewhat sarcastic tone.

The head of the law enforcement officers' faces darkened, but he knew that Karan was an Imperial Earl, and even if he was guilty, he could only be tried by the Noble Court. It was none of his business, let alone just verbally abuse him.

"I also hope it's a misunderstanding." His voice was calm, as if he was unaffected.

Roland has returned, and seeing this scene, he is somewhat unsure, as the enforcer's attitude is too ambiguous.

He hadn't changed his clothes, and walked out barefoot, still wearing his Sunfire Cloak. Norman, seeing him, rushed over to explain. "I heard you," he waved his hand, looking at the two Level 4 Enforcers. "I am Roland Hohenzollern Otto, a director of the Northern Union Chamber of Commerce. What do you want?"

“Mr. Otto, I am Enforcement Officer Level 4 Bratton, and this is my colleague Louis. You are suspected of three major charges: arms smuggling, violating the Seal of the Items Act, and the Extraordinary Persons Policing Act.”

"This is a search warrant. Please cooperate with our investigation." Bratton's expression was serious.

The other level four law enforcement officer was the one I met at the train station. He had a distinctive gray mustache, and he was silent with a wary look in his eyes.

“Three charges?” Roland frowned.

He stepped forward and took the black paper, which stated the reason for the search, including the suspected crime, as well as the search location, items, and related details.

The so-called violation of the Sealed Object Containment Act means that he was carrying a large number of sealed objects, including at least one high-risk item with an energy level of Level III.

According to the Sealed Objects Containment Act, all sealed objects must be reported, properly stored and used, and are strictly prohibited from being brought into human settlements.

The final charge states that he disseminated extraordinary information and the secrets of extraordinary individuals among ordinary people, causing unrest and endangering public safety. At least three deaths are linked to this.

This clearly refers to his use of "Big Mouth" to spread information about the Seventh Authority and the Thistle Flower Merchant Guild.

Roland was furious. This was definitely the work of the Thistle Flower Merchant Guild and the Seventh Authority, and there might even be the shadow of the Remnant Light Society involved.

He possesses two high-sequence sealed artifacts, the Paradox Worm and the Chaos Orb, known only to the Light Relic Society and the Thistle Merchant Guild.

"Norman, open all the doors and let the officers search." He waved his hand, not at all flustered.

"Thank you." Bratton nodded to him and led his men inside to search carefully and cautiously.

Roland stroked his chin, pondering his opponent's intentions.

He knew about both laws, but there was no evidence to support the claim that he had spread the extraordinary item, and the sealed item had not caused widespread death. At worst, it would be confiscated, and the law enforcement officers certainly wouldn't dare to use that as a pretext to arrest him.

Besides, the enforcer certainly wouldn't find anything. All his magical items, extraordinary materials, and extraordinary qualities were in the spirit world; the room only contained a box of decent potions, the inferior ones had all been sold.

"What is this place? How can there be a secret passage? There must be something wrong. Dig down."

Just as Roland was pondering this, a stern voice came from the back garden. Roland went over to take a look and saw that it was the secret passage of the artificial hill that had been blocked off, with a Level 4 Enforcer, Louis, standing next to it.

clap, clap, clap...

Roland clapped his hands, his gaze deep and thoughtful, but he put on an admiring expression: "I checked it once when I moved in, and I didn't find anything."

"Enforcer Louis had never been here before, yet he could determine within thirty seconds that there had been a secret passage here. It's truly... prophetic."

"Heh." Louis snorted coldly, focusing only on directing the men to dig the pit, which progressed rapidly with the help of the law.

Bratton remained silent, looking at his colleague with a terribly grim expression.

The soil in the secret passage was no different from the surroundings. The law enforcement officer was good at solving cases rather than divination. If he hadn't received prior intelligence, how could he have found it so easily?

As the person in charge of the case, he received no prior notice whatsoever.

(End of this chapter)