Dark Demon Warlock

"Shua!"

The crowd who were terrified and flustered by the sudden eruption of the bloody scene became strangely quiet after seeing the tragic situation of the young man.

After Art pressed the wound and pasted it on the yellow needle, the young man was like an epileptic, his body convulsed and trembled non-stop, his skin, pupils, nails, etc. turned waxy yellow in just a few seconds, the convulsions stopped, and the whole body The person swelled up rapidly as if inflated, and the skin was stretched bright and smooth, like a balloon filled with water, and the slightly swaying liquid under the skin could be vaguely seen, as if it would explode with just a light touch.

Arthur's expression became increasingly ugly.

When the people around saw the situation in front of them, why didn't they understand that this young man had bad intentions?

The timid covered his mouth and left quickly.

Boldly hide aside, wait and see the development of the situation.

After the traffic policeman discovered the conflict here, he was stunned for a moment and did not step forward.

He is not stupid, he knows when to show off and what not to mix.

Art took off the gloves from the young man and put them on his own before carefully searching him.

I quickly found a flat wallet about 3 fingers wide and the middle finger long. After unfastening the buckle, a row of 5 slender leather bags was revealed.

One leather bag was empty, and each of the other four leather bags had a pin stuck in it.

These needles are larger than ordinary household needles.

He wrapped another layer of clothes on the outside of the glove before picking up the poisonous needle on the ground and inserting it into the empty leather pouch.

There seems to be a magnet at the bottom of the leather bag to hold the needle, and there is a small buckle at the top that can be fastened, so you don't have to worry about the poisonous needle accidentally falling out.

There was no information about his identity in the wallet, so he left it where he was.

After doing this, he stood up, looked at the traffic policeman, and waved to him.

Although the traffic police didn't come forward, they didn't run away either.

Pedestrians around can see that this is a killing round against Yate, so he can naturally see it too.

After hesitating for a while, he still stepped forward bravely.

Judging from Yate's behavior, it doesn't look irrational.

However, it was a slow walk.

"After the police come, let them go to Sigrid Pier to find me, just look for Major Lane!" Art saw his fear, did not wait for him to approach, turned and left after leaving such a sentence.

The three vehicles had already fled the scene. Although the truck driver was not killed, he was injured and hid aside.

He ignored these people, he had already written down their faces anyway, and the first thing to do was to leave the scene.

No matter who the murderer is behind the scenes, it is not surprising that such unscrupulous people can command the officials.

He doesn't want to enter the opponent's home court, and when he is restricted, avoiding is the best choice.

Moore Lane is more suitable than Professor Hughes.

Not without speculation about the murderer's identity, Hugh Defoe!

I just learned that this guy is investigating me, so it's hard not to doubt him.

However, his grievances with Hugh Defoe did not seem to reach this level.

Wait for the results of the investigation to come out.

"Too bad!" The traffic policeman looked at the background where he left in a hurry, and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he only uttered this sentence.

It is known that one party is involved with Major Ryan, so can the other party be less powerful?

As the only official person on the scene, there is no escape!

You won't be silenced, will you?

Thinking of this, the traffic police suddenly became alarmed, hurriedly used the police's internal communicator to report, and then hid in a shop by the road.

Cannot leave the scene.

The owner of the store was watching from behind the counter.

No matter which world, human gossip is the same.

"What did you see?" The traffic policeman calmed down his panic a little bit, pretending to ask questions.

"The dead one wanted to plot against that person..." the shop owner stood up and replied truthfully.

In the inner city, in addition to nobles, officials, big businessmen, etc., there are many people who work for them.

The store owner is hired to look after the store.

The traffic policeman found a hidden corner and sat down, carefully and repeatedly questioning him many times until the police arrived.

Not the patrols, but the people from the Operations Department.

5 police cars.

The leader was a middle-aged white man with a mustache.

Gustav Cook, Deputy Commissioner of the City Council.

The accident involved Major Lane's people, and also involved murder, so the police couldn't help but pay attention.

"Director Cook!" The traffic policeman felt relieved and ran out hastily.

"Tell me in detail!" Gustav Cook said angrily, frowning.

He doesn't want to come.

What the traffic police can understand, can't he see it?

But there is no way, the police must send a heavyweight to lead the team, so he was elected.

The traffic police recounted the incident.

At this time, the police had already inspected the scene and arrested the truck driver by the way.

The truck driver insisted it was an accident.

Full of wine, very convincing.

Gustav Cook would have believed him if he hadn't been there.

This technique, you tell me it was an accident?

The truck overturned, but there was no explosion or fire, and the driver only broke a leg. In addition, the position and angle were controlled very precisely, and the sand in the truck just submerged the truck.

Accident?

hehe!

Gustav Cook waved his hand and told his subordinates to take him down.

These people on the scene are enough, and I don't want to know too much for the time being.

He came to the corpse himself.

The coroner is in place and examining the body.

"Wasp people." A subordinate said in his ear.

Gustav Cook frowned even more.

The Hornets is an organization of killers. There are professionals and ordinary people in it. Their means are despicable, and they are feared by all forces.

Its signature toxin "wasp", the symptoms after poisoning are exactly the same as the corpse in front of you.

The past is already known.

The person who caused the traffic accident and the person who hired the wasp took action, and it was a two-pronged approach.

This is for fear of not killing the other party!

Unexpectedly, there was still an accident.

"It's so powerful!" At this moment, one of the coroners suddenly sighed.

The dead man's wrist was flexible and tough, obviously after special training, but it was twisted with brute force!

It may not be too difficult to twist and dislocate, or a simple fracture, but breaking it abruptly like this is not something ordinary people can do.

"You mean that the perpetrator is a professional in the reinforcement department?" asked a tender-faced young coroner next to him.

Gustav Cook and several subordinates also looked over.

With the deceased's appearance, it is impossible for ordinary coroners to see his state before his death. The one who spoke first could be said to be the trump card among the coroners. Although he was not very old, he was only in his 30s, but he had handled hundreds of corpses, if not 1,000.

It is said that this man studies corpses as a hobby.

"Maybe." The "ace" stared at the position where Yate was standing before, as if simulating something in his mind, and replied casually.

A police officer questioned a bystander, who also heard what happened.

"It's not from the enhancement system!" After a while, he suddenly said.

Unlike before, this time he used a positive tone.

"Art Byron, a student of Professor Amos Hughes..." At this moment, a policeman who was investigating Art's information came over and said quietly.

The young coroner who was about to speak hastily closed his mouth.