The southeastern part of Barton has been shrouded in unrest recently, because "socialites" wandering around at night often stumble and fall on something while walking drunkenly, and then fall full on something cold - a corpse.
This is still a better situation. What is worse is that the night wanderer becomes the corpse that stumbles other people.
Call the police? Well, the policeman patrolling this area is named Coulson. Yes, he is the Coulson we know. Now he is just a small patrolman in the southeast. Let's take a look at what he looked like when he was young.
The young patrolman, who was about thirty years old, could only beat the steering wheel of his patrol car angrily, and then yell into the radio, calling for support. However, no one will come, which makes people feel inexplicably sympathetic.
Look, in the dusk, at an alleyway where people were watching, he stood next to the patrol car again and shouted on the radio, "Eight corpses! I have reported eight corpses! You let me write first Report! Report! Report! Report your mother! Where did my previous report go?! Has it been sent to the homicide team?! Are all the people in the homicide team dead!"
"Can you shut up?" The gloomy man turned his head and glanced at Patrolman Coulson who was yelling in the alley. His cold eyes turned back to the body lying on the ground in the alley, and he called to the people around him. "Take it away, notify your family, and contact the funeral home."
Snapped! The radio that made no progress was hung up, and Coulson rushed to the man who gave the order, "What the hell are you doing!! This is a crime scene! Don't move..."
Coulson had also been 'upright', but immediately, he shut up and put his hand on the baton on his waist, but did not make any other subsequent actions. Because the reality is crueler. Four or five guns were pointed at him.
The man glanced at Coulson without any movement. This was the most direct expression of contempt. He continued to wave and command the people on both sides, motioning to the corpse, "Take it away."
Coulson watched helplessly as the body was moved away, which was convenient. With the body gone, he no longer had to try to write a ninth report that was destined not to reach the homicide squad.
Well, but there are more important things to worry about right now. The gun pointed at Coulson doesn't seem to be letting go, and what does Coulson have? There was a radio with a blocked call, a baton... This little incident in the alley didn't seem to end well.
"Do you have a license (to hold a gun)?" The situation was very bad, but Coulson still made an effort. After all, he was still wearing a police uniform.
"Are you going to attack the police?!" Coulson's frowning eyes glanced at the person pointing the gun at him, "Destroying the crime scene. Armed with a gun, do you need to add another charge now!" Finally, his eyes fell on the person who gave the order. On that man.
The man didn't look at Coulson at all, but watched his own people carry away the body, thinking silently. As if his thinking was fruitless, he looked at the patrolman who was glaring at him as if he had remembered, and said, "You. I haven't seen you before, are you new here?"
Coulson didn't have to answer the question.
"It seems so." The man shook his head. "Do you know who I am?"
"Criminal!" Coulson squeezed out two words.
"Haha." He sneered. The man looked around and waved. The man with the gun put away his gun. "Everyone calls me 'General'." He looked at Coulson's police uniform and said, "You'd better remember this clearly. . We will have many opportunities to meet in the future. Now get away, I am not interested in a useless guy like you."
Coulson pursed his lips tightly, is it useless? He really had nothing to argue with. He could only stare at the man who called himself 'General' as he walked further and further away and disappeared into the bar called General Rest Stop. He slammed the car door hard and cursed in a low voice.
What is the content of the scolding? There are 'generals' who also have their own police uniforms issued to them... I hope everyone understands.
Suddenly, Coulson felt something, turned his head sharply, and saw a civilian watching here at the corner of the street - a middle-aged Indian woman wearing a colorful shawl, of course it was our Sibella - Hayate.
"What are you looking at!" Coulson waved his hands and yelled. This was obvious anger. Who knows if this civilian saw the entire process of the torture of his little patrol officer! Coulson's temper, which is always looking for trouble to get angry, has nothing to do with his age. "What's there to see? Look elsewhere!"
Sibella looked away expressionlessly and retreated to the corner of the street.
After a while, the sound of car doors colliding was heard, and the patrol car drove away.
"He's gone." At Sibera's feet, something seemed to protrude from the shadow of the building in the dusk. Although there were a bunch of Indian-looking people standing behind Sibera, the sound was not made by any one person. , even, this voice is full of childishness.
"Wandel, what's going on with the body?" Sibera seemed to be talking to the shadow.
"It's the vampire." The voice in the shadow replied, "The amount of blood loss and wounds are consistent, but..."
Sibella frowned, "But what."
"Is he really Toledo?" In the shadow, the guy called Wander (Shadow Man) said with some contempt, "This is the vampire with the worst eating behavior I have ever seen. It doesn't seem to fit in with the legend. Toledo, aren’t they all guys who like to pursue cleanliness and tidiness?”
"Hmph." Sibella seemed too lazy to judge anything, "That's what he calls himself. No matter what he is, if he threatens our lives, we must get rid of him." Sibella turned back and looked at the Indians behind her, "Look The news is right. He went to Hermann’s factory for the last time, stole something and then hid here. Let’s deal with him here.”
Sibella looked around and smiled, "Huh. It's much more convenient here."
When she said convenient, she meant that the southeast was very convenient. No need to explain, Patrolman Coulson's little encounter is enough to explain. Hehe, I'm afraid no one will care if the southeast is bombed, let alone just kill a vampire! Convenient enough!
"Spread out and find him." Sibella gave the order and walked out of the street corner.
The Indians spread out behind Sibella and went in all directions to force out the vampire hiding here.
"What are you doing?" Sibella had just taken a few steps, then turned around with a frown and looked at the Indian man following her, "'Archer' (James followed the Indian who was chasing the Raging Wave Earth-Binding Spirit. , under Anthony at the time of the main episode), why are you following me?"
"Corden (her husband who is always by Sibella's side to protect her) can't come, so let me protect you." 'Shooter' replied expressionlessly.
"I don't need protection." Sibera pulled the shawl on her shoulders. She didn't know what was hidden in the shawl, and there was a clear sound of metal collision.
But 'Shooter' obviously didn't want to listen to what Sibella said, and continued to follow her. The atmosphere was a bit awkward.
Probably to lighten the atmosphere, the shooter said something off-topic, "Do the Yinghuo family really want to leave their daughter (Alice) in Barton? Everyone is very curious."
So the reason why Corden didn't participate in this vampire siege was because the Hayate family had guests, just to mention it.
Sibella looked back at the shooter and said, "It's none of our business." She stopped talking. (..)