.Amidst the noise, Zhi Xia woke up. He looked at his watch and saw that it was already evening again.
When he fell asleep at his desk, no one would usually disturb him, except when a bomb package was sent to the police station.
"Okay, squat down for me! Be honest, hey! You! Send that foaming person to the hospital! Are you new here! Don't handcuff the overdosed person in! How can he die in the corridor? Do it!" Dickon's roar came from outside the door.
Two more gangs of hooligans were arrested for fighting with each other. The bruised gangsters were handcuffed and refused to be honest, arguing in the corridor. The local security situation is a real headache for the police. Almost every night until dawn, the police station is bustling with activity.
Zhixia sighed, thinking that he wouldn't be able to sleep anyway, so he shook his head, unlocked the locked computer, and continued his investigation. There were tears in his eyes, yawning repeatedly, and he really had no interest in the work he was doing sitting in the office. If a police officer like Zhi Xia is asked to chase the murderer on foot for dozens of kilometers, he will definitely be in high spirits, but it will undoubtedly be torture for him to do all this information screening, analysis and investigation.
"Just through the aviation channel, so many people come in and out of this damn tourist city every day." Zhi Xia cursed while browsing the entry and exit records transferred from the airport.
Since there is no way to start an investigation based on the name, the only way to find the blood lord is to look at the ID cards of the incoming passengers one by one (the world is not divided into countries, only regions, so there is no concept of passports). Zhi Xia started searching from the records from seven days ago, and looked at the appearance of every incoming person very carefully. If it was HL, a large number of manpower could be deployed to carry out this part of the work at the same time, but Zhi Xia was rejected by his old friend Ma Long. , so he, an ordinary policeman with limited powers, had no choice but to go it alone. He really didn't feel comfortable asking other people in the police station to help, because there was no room for mistakes in chasing this criminal. If someone missed it, he would miss the chance of arrest forever.
After working like this for three consecutive hours, Paper Man still made no progress.
"Sir!" The door suddenly opened, and a police officer stumbled in without knocking and shouted: "Steel... Steel..."
"Don't stutter like a panicked ordinary citizen. You are a policeman." Zhixia replied in a calm tone.
This calmness and majesty made the police officer calm down a little. At least he said smoothly: "Sir! It's Steel Commandment! Go outside and take a look!"
Paper Man stood up and walked out without saying anything else. In fact, he was a little happy. Although he didn't know what happened specifically, he finally had a reason to go out and get some fresh air.
After walking out of the police station, pedestrians on the street were looking up at the northern sky, showing expressions of fear or confusion.
There is a huge blazing white cross suspended in the night sky. It is not a firework or a holographic image, but a pattern created by a certain burning energy.
"You're kidding..." Paper Man looked at the cross, and there was a smile on his lips: "A big shot like the Inspector General of the Holy City is here. Do you want to start a war?" From his windbreaker, layers of water slowly flew out. The white paper spread out at his feet, forming a paper flying carpet, carrying him into the air at high speed and soaring towards the distant cross.
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hl, the second northern branch.
The white cross in the air was displayed on the big screen in Jim Malone's office. As for him, his mouth was half open, his eyes were wide open, and the ash from the cigar in his hand had fallen onto his polished leather shoes.
"Colonel, where did you just say?" The man who asked the question was sitting across from Malone's desk. He was wearing a black HL military uniform and had simple blond hair. His face was originally handsome, but there was A scar cut horizontally into two parts of his face, making his face look quite ferocious.
Malone turned his chair in the direction and said to the other party: "Well... don't worry, Mr. Faru, everything is under control. I will send someone over now." As he said this, he stretched his hand to the table walkie talkie.
Faru waved his hand to signal him to stop, and said: "No need, just let me go alone. It's not that I don't trust your department's combat power, it's just...I have a few people over at Steel Commandment that I want to see. You might encounter such a scene."
Malone hurriedly said: "Mr. Faro, you have just got off the plane a few hours ago, and the general sent you here..."
"Colonel, there is no need to say anything. There is no conflict between the general's orders and HL's responsibilities." Faro stood up from his chair: "The criminals with danger level four must be killed; those rebels who dare to show off will be killed. Even more, I want to kill." He turned around, as if he wanted to use the four words "royal power is supreme" on the back of his military uniform to remind the other party: "Since we are the highestlaws, any factors that are judged to threaten the stable rule of the empire will be ignored. Pardon and behead them all."
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Venice North.
Less than two kilometers away from Murano Island, an ice floe with a diameter of 100 meters appeared on the sea. The color of the ice was also a very strange white. But there were still more than ten people standing on the ice.
They wear heavy metal boots and white clothes. The hem of the shirt extends straight to the knees. The buckle of the leather belt is ankh pattern. The shoulders to the collar are made of hard material. The collar is as high as the cheekbones. , covering the lower half of his face, and there was a conspicuous symbol on the chest of the long white coat. The crazy red cross was the symbol of the steel commandment.
Leading these dozen heavily armored knights was the Inspector General of the Holy City, Camo Botterini, who was two meters tall, carrying a cross higher than a street lamp pole slung across his back, and was wearing a white The robe is widely inlaid with gold, but there are no metal armor parts. He took out a pocket watch from his arms and saw the hands trembling crazily, but he just sneered: "It seems that there are indeed many masters here."
A black-faced man with erect collarbones was standing beside Botterini and said: "Sir, before, the chief priest sensed that only one person was responsible for killing more than a hundred of our brothers. Now, if he is really attracted, That's fine, but what if he doesn't come and HL's large army comes instead... "
Botterini said: "Crown County is our foundation. Although Venice is only a small place, more than a hundred brothers here were massacred in less than half a day, and it was done by one person. I don't care who he is." , which force is it? In short, we must not let him see the sunshine of tomorrow morning."
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Venice underground, reflecting the city.
During the day, after seeing Zuo Dao, the blood owl went to many stores, bought a large amount of preservatives and other materials, prepared a chemical spray that could cover up the smell of corpses, and also took the time to use some medicines obtained from some hardware stores. The ventilation systems of two rooms in the underground passage were modified. After that, he gathered all the corpses and body parts into those two rooms, and worked for a whole day. It was finally cleaned up in the true sense. As for the blood stains and various unknown bodily fluids, he directly used them as wall coverings. The paint was off, and he didn't care about the smell anyway, so he didn't do any treatment at all.
Experimental equipment and computer equipment had to wait for news from Zuo Dao, and he didn't have time to get normal furniture such as beds and refrigerators, so the blood owl decided to find a hotel on the ground tonight to spend the night.
He randomly found an exit and went up. After several searches and cleaning up and understanding of the upper geography of Venice, the blood owl basically knew where he would appear above. But this time when he got to the ground, he couldn't see clearly what was around him. At the street sign, I saw a more interesting scene.
The Blood Owl looked at the northern sky, standing on the street and laughing wildly. A white cross was reflected in his pupils.