Gunfire, Punk and Necromancer

The small room was filled with a strong and mixed smell of tobacco. A spotlight shone a bright light on Ge Gongdao's face, making his dark skin become a little whiter. Three PCPD police officers sat across from the iron square table, their eyes wide with anger and constant pressure on them. The other three PCPDs brought in equipment and stuck some patches with wires on Ge Gongdao's head and limbs.

"What is this? Can you tell me?" The dark-faced man winked and said, "My name is Ge Gongdao, nicknamed Ge Heizi, and I am a mercenary. My middleman this time is..."

Bang, he got hit in the stomach with a rubber-covered iron rod. He groaned and asked with a sob: "I took the initiative to explain it properly, why are you still fighting..."

"I told you to say it, then you say it! If you loosen the patch by moving around, you will be beaten!"

"Just tell me, don't hit me. My kidneys are still useful, so don't be so cruel." When Ge Gongdao saw that the man raised the stick again, he immediately closed his mouth, sucked it in with his lips, and clamped it with his teeth.

Even so, the stick fell down and hit him on the arm. Ge Gongdao closed his mouth tightly and glared at the man, with no smile on his face anymore.

"It's unnecessary." The man in the blue shirt in the corner stood up and waved his hand to the interrogator holding the stick. The stick was inserted heavily back into his belt, and the policeman snorted and stepped back, leaving the position in front of Ge Gongdao.

Pat, pat, pat... Accompanied by the sound of leather shoes tapping on the floor, the blue shirt came to the front of Gongong Road. He seemed to have some kind of frightening or disgusting aura, and the PCPDs immediately backed away.

In fact, in terms of appearance alone, the handsome man in the blue shirt is the kind of person who is harmless to humans and animals. He won't make you feel uncomfortable, nor will he make it difficult for you to get close to him. When many people see him, they will feel a sense of trust like the big brother next door or a childhood friend, which is obviously beneficial to his interrogation work.

"My name is Custer, and I'm here to assist the PCPD in investigating this case..."

Although he saw the helplessness and sneer in the eyes of the police officers, and the so-called "assistance" must be a lie, Ge Gongdao still decided to accept it completely. He nodded slowly and firmly, in a "what you say is what you say" gesture.

"Don't be nervous. I disdain those barbaric methods. I just want to ask you a few questions." Custer stretched out his hand and slowly but firmly pressed his fingertips on the patch. A cold feeling stimulated Gorgon. Road skin. "You can talk now without worrying about affecting the operation of the instrument."

"Huh...thank you, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief." Ge Gongdao put on his previous smiling face again. "What kind of instrument is this? It looks quite mysterious."

"This is the PY5B special ability detector. It can find out the characteristics of your bloodline or traces of your shadow." Custer started the machine, and a stream of tingling current came from the patch and began to stir inside the body. Channel. "There are some cunning bad guys hidden among ordinary people. Only by testing everyone can I ensure that I will not be deceived by the shadow follower ability or bloodline characteristics."

Gorgon studied the instrument carefully so that he could avoid eye contact with Custer. Continuing to maintain a relaxed and close state, Ge Gongdao said: "Hey, it turns out to be this kind of device! Just ask me directly. My grandfather has werewolf blood, and his hands can transform into extended claws. I should inherit I have werewolf blood, but it’s too thin to transform.”

"Werewolf bloodline? No, your bloodline is that of a dog. It is very thin and the specific breed cannot be identified. Your special ability to get close to people and make others feel close to you at the same time should be the last legacy left by your bloodline to you. "

asshole! My family is a werewolf! If the dog bloodline has this ability, then you are the dog king and the master of dog bloodline - Ge Gongdao secretly complained.

Custer fiddled with the instrument for a while, and finally nodded and said: "Apart from this, you are just an ordinary person. You have never even used a shadow."

"I've always wanted a Ghost energy bullet pistol."

Custer maintained his usual smile and said: "The intersection of shadows is like the encounter between people, it is possible if there is fate. Well... to a certain extent, you and I are very similar, but I need to know more, Only then can I determine whether you are destined to me."

Ge Gongdao shuddered. His nose said that this blue shirt was extremely dangerous. A chilling and bloody smell condensed into the man's flesh and blood and slowly seeped out. Zhuang Xuteng is right, you must not provoke people from the Scarlet Company's special operations team. It is not good to do it right, but there are also huge risks in getting close to such people.

"Uh... that's... great." Ge Gongdao spoke a little tremblingly. He tried to suppress the trembling, and then said: "I am a mercenary named Ge Gongdao. I am willing to accept a job at any time, as long as I can I can bear it. My contact information..."

"The PCPD people know how to contact the mercenaries, which means I know it."

"That's good, then we will meet again if we are destined."

"Of course I will." Custer wrapped his fingers around the wire, pulled hard, and pulled off the electrode patch, leaving Gogongdao with obvious but short-lasting burning pain time and time again. He slowly tore off all 28 patches, stared at Ge Hei's face with a pair of eyes that kept changing from red to blue, and asked in a slow voice: "I checked 40 people before, are you the first one with blood or shadow?" From."

"Oh? Just me? What does this mean?"

"This shows that including you, you are all useless and cannot cause such big trouble. You are just a chess piece at best. No, you are not even a chess piece. At most, you are just leftovers on the background board."

He slapped Ge Gongdao's cheek with the back of his hand and said: "Your value is very low and can be discarded easily. I personally hate seeing mercenaries, and the PCPD is eager to find the murderer or a substitute for the murderer." Your only choice now is to tell everything you know, otherwise..."

"Even if you don't do this, I will take the initiative to say it." Ge Gongdao tried his best to keep a smile and began to talk. How did he get into this industry, how did he take on the task this time, who was the intermediary, and what kind of "records" did the intermediary have? He has repeatedly stated that he is willing to provide mercenary services, as long as the money is right and the difficulty of the task is right.

His words were fast and fluent, and except for a little rambling, he fully met the interrogator's requirements. The blue shirt asked again, and the PCPD asked again selectively. They nodded and looked at each other, making Ge Gongdao think that when the interrogation was over, someone in the blue shirt took out the syringe containing the gray medicine.

"You... you still need injections? I am most afraid of injections. I have been afraid of them since I was a child." Ge Gongdao began to shake his legs and said tremblingly: "Can you not give me injections? In addition, can you let me go to the toilet first? I I can’t hold it in anymore.”

His pleas were ignored. Two people held the arms tightly, and the other person quickly injected the medicine into it. There was a lot of pain near the needle hole at first, then itching started, and then turned to numbness. The numbness spreads up the arms and into the brain, causing waves of dizziness.

Zhuang Xuteng was right - Ge Gongdao was thinking in his mind. At this time, he was very grateful to the handsome young man for the information, which also made him prepared to deal with it.

I saw his crotch gradually getting wet, and the smell of urine spread, startling the PCPD, and they all took a step back. Blue Shirt also frowned and moved away slightly. He didn't want to be stained by the dirt of the lowest class.

"Such a big man actually peeed in fear!" One of the interrogators sneered, and then asked Ge Gongdao: "Why do you have this problem?"

"When I was getting an injection when I was three years old, I was startled by a sneeze and wet my pants. I've had this problem ever since."

The PCPD noticed that Ge Gongdao's eyes were blurred, his head was shaking, and his voice was weak. He was obviously under the influence of drugs, so they took the time to interrogate him and went through all the previous questions again, checking the answers one by one, and looking at him. Whether he lied or concealed anything.

Ge Gongdao had been groggy, but he did not lose control completely like Zhuang Xuteng. The incontinent urine leaked out of his pants and flowed on the iron chair and concrete floor, attracting the ridicule of others, but it also secretly took away the influence of the gray drug.

Dog blood? You are of dog blood! Our Ge family has always been of werewolf blood!

By his generation, the werewolf bloodline was already very shallow and the ability to transform had long been lost, but it was not without other uses. First of all, he is stronger than ordinary people and is easier to exercise to become taller; secondly, his metabolism is very fast, especially he can detoxify through urination - as long as he drinks enough water.

The drug is just diluted, not completely without effect. In terms of body, let alone limbs, Ge Gongdao couldn't even raise his eyelids. But mentally, he is still clear inside and has complete control over his thoughts and mouth. During interrogation, he said only what he needed to say and what he should say, revealing slightly more information than he would have without medication. This is intentional, because this extra point is all about adding details to prove that he is telling the truth and will never raise new questions.

In this way, his testimony would be consistent, and everyone would believe that he was just an overly enthusiastic and obnoxious mercenary, and no one would link him to the bombing.

"Not this guy, there are no clues on him. Bastard!" Blue Shirt no longer had a friendly smile. He raised his foot and kicked the interrogation chair away, throwing Ge Gongdao out with him. The chains and handcuffs rattled, and the big man collapsed like mud in his own urine.

No one showed any sympathy or mercy and they were still discussing the case. "We need to continue to trace the 6.23 explosion. We need to interview everyone in the three surrounding blocks and don't let go of any clues! What I mean is that even if you see a mouse passing by, as long as you don't know the mouse, it is suspicious! "

The PCPD looked bitter. They knew very well that this was a hard job and a bad job, but they didn't dare to get angry or speak out.

"What to do with these people who were interrogated?"

"That's your PCPD matter. I don't care how you explain it to the city government." Blue Shirt said. "I will continue to investigate until the truth comes to light, and you must continue to cooperate!"