The villain daughter did all kinds of things

“I never became an investigator because of my duty as an investigator; I became an investigator to gain the power and identity to protect children.”

"But now, the investigators who use the law as a weapon can no longer protect those children; the investigators' power has its limits."

"So, I'm not going to be an investigator anymore, Uncle."

At this point, Mengmeng's voice was filled with determination.

She turned around and left without looking back, leaving only her last words carried on the cool morning breeze:

"Even without the identity of an investigator, I am still a mage. When the law can no longer uphold justice, let me use magic to do so... even if it's the last time."

. . . . .

Sphingart, Melson District.

As the most bustling district in Sphingart, the Melson district boasts a thriving commercial sector. If you have enough wealth, there's nothing you can't buy here—nothing you can't imagine.

Among these countless products, the most popular are undoubtedly the various magical artifacts sold in the Melson Magic Workshop's directly operated stores.

Around 9:30 a.m. that day, a newly opened direct-sale store of the Melson Magic Workshop welcomed its first customer.

She was a young and beautiful woman wearing a fitted shirt and a miniskirt. Her pretty face and hot figure made the store manager and staff stare in disbelief.

It wasn't until the beautiful woman coughed softly that the two people in the shop snapped out of their daze and hurriedly came forward to greet her.

"What would you like, sir?"

The beautiful woman was none other than Mengmeng. After leaving the cemetery, she went home to change out of her mourning clothes and rushed here. When asked by the shop assistant, she answered without hesitation:

"A magical artifact, used for combat at the master level, with greater power."

"Okay, wait a moment."

It was perfectly normal for Mengmeng to buy magical artifacts at the Melson Magic Workshop's directly operated store. The store manager and staff didn't think much of it, and the staff quickly brought out several magical artifacts to show Mengmeng:

"Beautiful lady, please take a look at this large magic gun. It can fire three shots in a row after each reload, and it is equipped with both armor-piercing and high-explosive rounds. The armor-piercing rounds can easily pierce through the dragon scales of a giant dragon, while the high-explosive rounds can create a high-temperature fireball with a diameter of more than 20 meters with just one shot."

The power sounded impressive, but the large magical gun was longer than Mengmeng was tall, and it was also extremely cumbersome. The so-called armor-piercing bullet was practically a javelin, while the high-explosive bullet was like a disposable short magic wand.

"No, it's too big and not suitable for me."

So Mengmeng decisively shook her head and then made specific requests:

"Are there any short, portable magical devices? Of course, they also need to be powerful enough."

"A portable and powerful magical artifact? That would only be a magical bomb."

The shop assistant thought for a moment, then put away the large magic gun, the remaining magic crossbow, the magic wand, and a magic longsword. He then took out a metal box about the size of a shoebox, opened it, and inside were six items that looked similar to canned drinks:

"These magical bombs are easy to carry and powerful enough. If you can throw them into the mouth or wound of a dragon-level monster, one bomb can basically take it down."

"A magical bomb capable of instantly killing a dragon-level monster?"

Mengmeng seemed somewhat tempted, but after thinking about it seriously for a few seconds, she shook her head:

"Bombs won't work; a dagger or a small magical gun would be better."

After all, the Bureau of Investigation has very strict security measures in place, with various methods to scan magical devices carried on a person's person and in their storage space. It's normal for an investigator to carry a small magical gun or dagger, but carrying a magical bomb would definitely attract attention, and what Mengmeng is about to do allows no room for surprises.

"A dagger or a small magic gun, with sufficient power?"

The shop assistant immediately looked troubled, exchanged a glance with the shop manager next to him, and finally shook his head:

"I'm sorry, miss, our shop is afraid we don't have any magical artifacts that can meet your needs. You can try your luck at other shops."

"No, your store definitely has it."

Mengmeng smiled slightly, her tone very confident:

"There may not be any magical artifacts available on the market that can meet my needs, but you definitely have the magical artifacts used internally in Melson! Bring out the really good ones."

“…Miss, you’re right. We do have products that meet your requirements.”

This time, the store manager personally came to greet Mengmeng:

"But as you said, those are goods that cannot be traded on the market and can only be purchased by members of our family. If outsiders want to buy them, they must have a sufficiently influential family member as a guarantor... Do you have any friends in our family? Perhaps you could contact them."

"Of course I have, otherwise how would I know you definitely have good stuff?"

Mengmeng's smile became more confident, even tinged with a hint of smugness.

Then, under the curious gazes of the store manager and staff, she took out her wallet and showed them the photo of her and Amelie the night before. In the lower right corner of the photo was a lip print signature with Amelie's magical information.

"You actually know the young lady?"

The store manager was initially shocked, but then seemed less shocked:

"After all, you are a great beauty. Back when you were still at the academy, people often came with your recommendation letters to buy limited-edition items or even order custom-made magical costumes..."

At this point, the store manager nodded to the employee without further hesitation:

"Go and get that out; it will definitely meet this lady's needs."

"Yes, manager."

The shop assistant immediately ran to the warehouse at the back of the store, and this time he didn't return for several minutes, carrying a small box about the length of an arm.

"How about this, sir?"

After placing the small box in front of Mengmeng and opening it, the shop assistant didn't rush to explain, but just smiled confidently.

Mengmeng glanced inside the box and raised an eyebrow in surprise:

"This is... [Deadly Strike]? You guys can even sell this now?"

Inside the box lay a magic gun about an arm's length long, its handle and shaft decorated with very ornate and ancient patterns, making it look exactly like the legendary magic gun that Emery used to shoot down the Ancient Dragon-level Shadow Dragon in [Julia 3].

"Of course this is not the real [Deadly Strike]. That kind of thing is only available to true direct descendants of the family. People like us don't even have the chance to see it."

The store manager smiled and shook his head, then said:

"Its model is called 'Fireworks.' Although it can't compare to the real 'Deadly Strike,' it still incorporates a lot of 'Deadly Strike' technology in its manufacturing process, but the materials are far inferior."

"Even so, [Fireworks] can concentrate all the power of a master-level mage and fire it in an instant like a regular magic gun."

"Although [Fireworks] is like [Deadly Strike], it will be destroyed after one firing, but an elven mage of the same level would need at least 4 seconds of incantation to cast a high-level spell with the same power as [Fireworks], while [Fireworks] only requires a light pull of the trigger."

"How is it? Shouldn't it meet your needs, Miss?"

"It is indeed a very good magical artifact. If we had this during the Elf Wars, the Elf magic army would probably have been defeated much more quickly and thoroughly."

Without hesitation, Mengmeng grabbed the magic gun into her hand:

"I'll take this one. How much?"

"One price, 350 million rons."

The store manager and the staff smiled even more broadly; they would both receive a substantial commission for selling this "Fireworks".

The store manager then asked again, with great eagerness:

"Miss, would you like to pay yourself, or would you like to ask the young lady to put the money on her tab?"

"I can pay for it myself."

Mengmeng dared not let the store manager directly inform Amelie, fearing that Amelie would guess what she was going to do next and stop her.

350 million rons is no small sum; an average worker might not earn that much in a lifetime.

However, the salary and various subsidies of a Purple Star Investigator are already quite generous, and Mengmeng is not the kind of person who is particularly rigid. When she encounters some harmless benefits while handling cases, she will take them if she feels she should. For example, when she was in Locke City, Amelie gave her a lot of jewelry, and she did not refuse.

This means that Mengmeng is actually quite wealthy. She can't compare to real tycoons, but she's definitely a rich woman in the eyes of ordinary people. She transferred 350 million Luns directly.

After obtaining the [Fireworks], to avoid any unforeseen complications, Mengmeng immediately headed towards the target location as quickly as possible.

. . . . .

Inside the FBI's temporary detention room, old man Langdon had just finished washing up and had packed his personal belongings.

During the previous court proceedings, Mr. Langdon was temporarily detained here. Now that his final sentence has been handed down, it's time for him to go to his prison and start a new life.

It was a medical research facility provided by Slater Medical, equipped with the most complete and advanced research equipment available at the time, enough for Mr. Langdon to continue his research. The federal government would also send a squadron of soldiers to supervise and protect Mr. Langdon there.

In return for providing the space to Slater Medical, the research facility that Langdon had originally used in the backyard of Langdon Hospital became Slater Medical's property after the certification process was completed. Perhaps because they were both involved in medical research, Slater Medical was very interested in Langdon.

In the time between the first public hearing and now, Langdon has not broken his promise. He has been organizing and recalling his research findings at his residence, and has now compiled almost all of his results.

Besides the technical data related to 03, old man Langdon handed over all his research results, especially the related technologies of magical bionic organs and the physical modification of magic rejecters, without reservation.

After studying the materials compiled by Langdon overnight, the experts unanimously concluded that:

Whether Langdon was a madman or a devil, his genius was undeniable. These technologies were most effectively developed under Langdon's continued research; anyone else taking over would likely have taken at least five years to achieve the same technological breakthroughs as Langdon had in a year.

Now that Langdon has fulfilled his agreement with Emerald and handed over all the technical data, he is just waiting to be transferred to the new research facility.

Before the relevant relocation personnel arrived, the person who came was Mengmeng.

Mengmeng was in charge of Langdon's case, so it was perfectly normal for the Bureau of Investigation to have her interrogate Langdon whenever she wanted. The people guarding and protecting Langdon would never suspect Mengmeng.

"Oh, it's the investigator... Are you here to see me off on my final journey?"

Old Langdon was clearly in a good mood; one could even describe him as high-spirited.

“You’re an excellent investigator, but sometimes the law isn’t an invincible weapon… At least this time I won, didn’t I?”

"You're right, I really did come to see you off on your final journey."

Contrary to what old man Langdon had imagined, Mengmeng did not get angry or annoyed. Instead, she smiled with a relaxed expression, and her smile was very beautiful.

Old man Langdon immediately realized something was wrong and tried to react, but Mengmeng was faster.

boom!

boom!

After quickly drawing [Fireworks], Mengmeng completed the shot without any hesitation, concentrating all her power as a master-level mage into this one strike, accurately hitting old man Langdon's body.

The compressed magic bullet exploded immediately after entering Langdon's body, instantly shattering him and even causing the entire FBI headquarters to shake violently, with piercing alarms blaring incessantly.

"Hey... that's really something."

Mengmeng finally revealed a truly joyful smile, but she was also somewhat exhausted. That attack had almost exhausted all of her magic power, and a master-level mage does not have a fused organ as a nearly inexhaustible source of magic power.

Even so, with Mengmeng's abilities, she could still escape in the chaos if she wanted to.

But she had no intention of running away. She simply sat down against the wall, which had been bombed into ruins, and waited patiently.

A few minutes later, the fully armed agents arrived first, but they were at a loss when they saw the situation. They just pointed their magic guns at Mengmeng and signaled her not to move.

A few minutes later, the assistant to the director arrived in a huff, her hurried footsteps almost breaking the heels of her high heels.

"What are you doing? Investigator Bell... no, Momo Bell!"

After getting a general idea of ​​the situation, the assistant's voice was almost screaming.

"As you can see, madam."

Mengmeng remained remarkably calm.

“I was very dissatisfied with the verdict Langdon received, so I killed him myself to give the victims justice, that’s all.”

"You...! Humph! Sigh..."

The assistant was furious, but seeing Mengmeng's determined face, she knew it was too late to say anything, so she could only wave her hand dismissively.

"Go cuff her and lock her up!"

"Yes, sir!" x2

Soon, two female agents approached Mengmeng. They first disarmed her by searching her body, then handcuffed and shackled her, and put a metal collar on her that could seal her magic.

Mengmeng did not resist at all and even cooperated, letting her colleagues grab her.

Chapter 213 Preparing for a New Battle

After having Mengmeng handcuffed and taken away to be locked up, the assistant director directed other detectives to try to resuscitate the old man, Langdon.

Of course, old man Langdon was blown to pieces and his life was beyond saving, but if his soul could be collected, perhaps he could continue to live as an undead creature. There is no precedent for this in the Federation's records.

During the Elven Wars, there was an outstanding commander who, after dying in battle, continued to lead the fighting as an undead for more than three years until the war ended, when he finally chose to rest in peace.

Given Langdon's unwavering dedication to his ideals, the assistant felt that even becoming a ghost wouldn't stop him from continuing his research, as long as his soul remained.

Unfortunately, several agents who knew some necromancy searched the scene for a long time but could not find a trace of Langdon's soul. It was suspected that he was directly blasted to pieces by the powerful magical burst of Mengmeng's attack.

This result made the assistant feel dizzy again, and she cursed Mengmeng in her heart.

Langdon's case was already a hot potato, and just when it seemed that Langdon was about to be transferred out of the Bureau of Investigation, this happened.