Starting with Blood Healing to become an Ancient God

The nine girls looked at each other in bewilderment upon hearing this, somewhat unable to process it.

Lilith explained, "Report to the master what you are capable of."

Immediately, one of the girls, about eighteen or nineteen years old with chestnut hair, said, "Mayor, I can draw."

Someone took the lead, and the other, slightly younger girls spoke up timidly.

"I can herd sheep."

"I can sing."

I can make flower wreaths.

After listening to the girls introduce their talents, Los sighed inwardly, but still said encouragingly, "Well, those are all good skills."

Hearing this, the nine girls felt relieved, their faces filled with peace of mind.

Los stood up and said to all thirteen girls, "Strictly speaking, your current skills are not very good and not very practical, but don't worry, I will not abandon you as long as you are willing."

“I have a lot of work to do right now. My family owns a nursing home that will be short of doctors and nurses in the future.”

"Today, I am dismissing all police officers in the city police department. If you want to be police officers, I support you, but you need to undergo professional training before that."

“I also have a newly built research institute that needs some medical researchers and apprentices.”

"After I've dealt with these gangs, I'll need many other positions, such as lawyer, accountant, clerk, and typist. I have many positions available, but all of them require relevant skills and effort."

Upon hearing this, longing and brightness immediately appeared in the girls' eyes.

"Master, can we choose any of these positions?" asked the oldest and tallest red-haired girl tentatively.

Los smiled and nodded, saying, "Of course, but you'll need to undergo specialized training after choosing the job. Don't worry about anything else; all room and board and training costs will be free until you're fully competent. Of course, these costs will be deducted from your subsequent salary."

Giving excessively is not kindness; there must be a proper way to give.

Upon hearing this, the girls' faces lit up with joy, and they chattered excitedly, "Long live the master! Long live the mayor! The mayor is the greatest!"

Los turned to you and said, "These girls are now in your care. Explain the implications of this to them, and then train them according to their interests."

Lilith nodded and said, "Understood!"

The dozen or so girls then stayed here temporarily. After tomorrow, nine of them will be sent to Arkham Sanatorium, which is spacious enough and has various training facilities.

After dealing with that, Los returned to his study and once again focused his attention on the Blood Healing Technique.

He is currently short-staffed, for example, in the police station which is now completely shut down. He can even foresee a very serious attack tonight.

Being a police officer in Arkham is no easy task, as the situation there is far too complex. Therefore, I intend to have the new batch of police officers become beneficiaries of the blood healing technique first.

He even planned to turn these thirteen girls into superhumans and make them police officers.

Their aversion to gangs stems from their lowly backgrounds and experiences, which ensure their authority in law enforcement while also guaranteeing their loyalty.

"We have the strength, but we also need some brains. We can't get through every case by brute force."

Thinking to herself, she turned around and took out some long-forgotten materials from an old box in the study.

There is no shortage of righteous people among the police in Arkham, but they are unable to resist the corruption of this group and eventually resign out of disillusionment.

Now, Iran plans to reactivate these people.

Flipping through the files, which were at least a year or two old, Los found a separate folder inside, labeled: Good cop who left.

It seems that his father is also trying to change the situation and has made some preparations in secret.

"I will fulfill your wish."

As he spoke, Los took out a thick stack of documents, blew off the dust, and pulled one out to take a look.

His adoptive father prepared files on about twelve people who had left the police force. The oldest of them left four years ago and is now 52 years old. He is now a private investigator.

The youngest is 34 years old and left his job a year ago. He now runs a grocery store, but business doesn't seem to be doing very well.

Chapter 0033 That's not how you use a throwing knife!

In the darkness, a black figure moved swiftly forward.

Arkham is far from peaceful tonight. The gangsters under the Rhodes Merchant Guild are not willing to swallow the bitter pill of the day and are now preparing for bloody and fiery revenge.

They not only planned to burn down the mayor's house, but also the city government building and the armory behind it.

They wanted to let this idiot mayor know who really ruled the entire central area.

Quincy stealthily approached Los's house, blending into the crowd. He was once an assassin who fled to Arkham after being wanted by the authorities. By chance, he joined the Chaos Hand and witnessed the true power of this world.

The great Pope said he possessed superhuman physical abilities and extraordinary talents far exceeding those of ordinary people. After a series of arduous practices and sacrifices, he finally became the superhuman he had always dreamed of.

He now possesses superhuman strength and speed, as well as the perception of a wild beast and eyes that can see everything in the dark.

According to the Pope's rating system, he now possesses a strength level of 25, meaning he can easily wipe out a special forces unit of 100 men.

Quincy is different from Heim. Quincy is a normal person. As a former assassin, he knows a variety of assassination and combat methods, unlike the mad Heim who only knows how to charge forward mindlessly.

"It's good that Heim is dead. His existence was a disgrace to our assassin industry," Quincy thought to himself in the night, casually pulling out a grenade and a gun.

Although he possesses extraordinary strength, he still prefers to use firearms and grenades because these weapons are very effective for probing.

Hundreds of gang members, carrying gasoline cans and guns, gathered on Peabody Street. Immediately, everyone on the street wisely left and locked their doors and windows.

Most of the lights in front of the Loss house are now off, except for the study light which is still on.

So Quincy pulled the wristband, and his arm, brimming with immense power, precisely smashed the window with the grenade in his hand and threw it inside.

The shattered window didn't seem to alert the person inside, and soon after, strange things began to happen.

The grenade that was thrown in didn't explode?

Throwing the grenade into the study was like throwing a pebble into a lake; all you heard was a bang, and that was it.

"It's definitely extraordinary." Quincy wasn't surprised by this situation.

If the opponent can kill Heim, it means that the opponent also has a superhuman around level 20.

Dealing with a hand grenade is not a problem.

"Split into three groups. Leave twenty men to burn this place down, and the rest, led by Paul, will burn down the city hall. At the same time, arrest the Daryl family," Quincy ordered.

"understand!"

Paul then led seventy or eighty gang members away in a large group.

Quincy immediately ordered his men to throw the gasoline cans into Los's yard.

He then took out another grenade and prepared to ignite it.

He was used to testing the other party's strength before taking action; this was something his experience as an assassin had taught him.

Under his gaze, a dozen gang members carrying gasoline cans walked over, and their bodies stiffened slightly as they approached the wall of Los's compound.

Then, as if bitten by a venomous snake, these people dropped their gasoline cans and ran over in a panic.

"What happened?!" Quincy asked in a low voice.

At this moment, the dozen or so gang members turned pale with fear, covered their ears with their hands, and said, "That voice, that evil, demonic whisper—no! Don't let me hear it!"

Then they suddenly opened their mouths wide, their expressions contorted beyond recognition, and ran wildly along the road, heading north, gradually disappearing into the night.

Upon seeing this, the remaining people looked terrified.

What just happened was truly terrifying and bizarre.

Quincy scoffed, "Playing tricks."

As he spoke, he threw the grenade again, this time into Los's courtyard.

But just as he raised his hand, he suddenly felt a sense of disorientation.

When he came to his senses, he found that the grenade in his hand was gone!

"What!?" Quincy's eyes narrowed instantly, and his body tensed up like a cat whose fur had been bristled. He jumped up and down, leaping a full four meters away.

"Who!?" He instantly drew the dagger from his waist.

In the darkness, where he had just stood, stood a handsome young man who looked somewhat dejected and melancholy.

"Hello, Mr. Assassin." The young man greeted him with a warm smile.

Although the smile was full of hospitality and joy, Quincy felt a chill run down his spine when he saw the corners of his mouth.

“Los Arkham!?” Since Quincy was there to do the work, he naturally knew what the target looked like.

Ross smiled and nodded: "Since Mr. Assassin is here, why not come in, have a chat, or have a cup of tea?"

Upon hearing this, Quincy asked in a low voice, "What do you take assassins for?!"

Los slightly raised his chin and looked up at the night sky, seemingly lost in thought.

"A great opportunity!"

Quincy seized the opportunity, swung his arm sharply, and threw out six or seven sharp projectiles in quick succession.

Los, deep in thought, casually waved his hand, knocking all the daggers away. Then he slowly raised his head and said, "Mr. Assassin, it is extremely impolite to interrupt someone's thoughts."

Hearing the clanging sound of the dagger hitting the ground, Quincy felt a shiver run down his spine. His throwing knife attacks had never missed, and such a sudden attack was something even Heim couldn't completely dodge.

Moreover, this guy casually knocked all the throwing knives away, which completely changes the nature of the situation.

At this moment, Los seemed to have figured it out and said to Quincy, "A master of feeding kills?"

"Then let's see if you have the ability!" Quincy had already sensed that this guy's strength was definitely above his own, but now was not the time to show weakness.

Los bent down to pick up the throwing knife from the ground, looked it over, and said, "Your knife-throwing technique is not bad, but it's a pity you lack a vampire bloodline and the ability to smash my Ledo."

"What vampire?" Quincy said, pulling out a throwing knife. Just as he hurriedly raised his hand...

Whoosh!

Los casually waved his hand, and a cold light flashed, piercing directly through his head.

Quincy's eyes widened in disbelief.

He didn't even see clearly when Los raised his hand; it all seemed to happen in an instant.

Seeing his unwilling expression, Los laughed and said, "My dear assassin, that's not how you use a throwing knife!"

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Chapter 0034 City Hall Horror