Sell Evil

In the noise, Paper Man woke up, he looked at his watch, and it was evening.

When sitting at his desk and falling asleep, no one would usually come to noisy him, except when the bomb parcel was sent to the police station.

"Okay, let me squat down! Be honest, hey! You! Take that spit to the hospital! Are you new? Don't handcuff people who are overdose! Why die in the corridor? Do! "A roar of Dickon came from the door.

Another two groups of hooligans were caught in because of a fight. The battered **** were unwilling to be honest in handcuffs and were fighting in the corridor. The local law and order really caused headaches to the police officers. The police station was very lively almost every night until before dawn.

The paper man sighed, thinking that he could not sleep anyway, he shook his head, unlocked the computer with the locked screen, and continued his investigation. With tears in his eyes and yawning, he couldn't be more interested in the work sitting in the office. A policeman like Paper Man, who will let him chase tens of kilometers on foot, will surely tremble, but it will undoubtedly be a torture for him to conduct screening and analysis of this information.

"Only in the aviation channel, there are so many people in and out every day ... Damn tourist city." The paper knight grinned while browsing the immigration records transferred from the airport.

Because it is impossible to start investigation from the name, I have to find the blood 枭, and I have to look at the photos of the ID cards of the inbound tourists (there are no countries in the world, only regions, so there is no passport concept). Paperman started searching from the records seven days ago, and watched the appearance of each immigrant very carefully. If it was HL, he could deploy a lot of manpower to do this work at the same time, but Paperman ate behind closed doors with his old friend Malone. So, his ordinary policeman with limited power had to go it alone. He really wasn't assured to let other people in the police station help, because the pursuit of this prisoner would not allow a small difference. If anyone missed it, the chance of arrest would always be missed by himself.

I worked like this for three consecutive hours, and the Paper Man still didn't make any progress.

"Sir!" The door was suddenly opened, and a police officer stumbled into it without knocking: "Steel ... steel ..."

"Don't stutter, like a panicked ordinary citizen, you are the police." Zhi Xia replied calmly.

The calmness and majesty made the police officer a little calmer, at least to say smoothly: "Sir! It is a steel commandment! Go out and take a look!"

The paper man stood up and didn't say anything more, and went straight out. In fact, he was a little happy. Although he didn't know what happened, he finally had a reason to go out and breathe.

I walked out of the police station, and the pedestrians on the street were looking up at the northern sky, showing a frightened or blank expression.

In the night sky, a huge red and white cross is suspended. It is not a firework or a holographic image, but a pattern created by some kind of energy that is burning.

"Just kidding ..." The paper knight looked at the cross with a smile on his lips: "A big man like the Inspector-General of the Holy City is here, do you want to start a war?" In his windbreaker, he slowly flew out of layers. The stack of white paper spread to its feet and formed a paper flying carpet, which carried him into the air at high speed and soared towards the distant cross.

Uh ...

HL, the second branch in the north.

The big screen in the office of Jim Malone is showing the white cross in the air. With his mouth half open, his eyes widened, the soot of the cigar in his hand had fallen on his shiny leather shoes.

"Colonel, where did you just say?" The man who asked the question was sitting opposite Malone's desk, dressed in a black HL uniform, with a simple blond hair, and his face was considered handsome, but there was a sideways general The scar that splits the whole face into two makes it look rather dazed.

Malone turned his chair in one direction and said to the other, "Well ... don't worry, Mr. Faro, everything is under control. I'll send someone there now." He said, and stretched his hand to the table. Walkie talkie.

Faro waved his hand to stop, and said, "It's not necessary, let me go alone. It's not that I don't trust the combat power of your ministry, but ... I have a few people who want to meet on the side of the Iron Commandment. This kind of scene may be encountered. "

Malong hurriedly said, "Mr. Faro, you have just got off the plane for a few hours, and the general is sending you ..."

"The colonel need not say more. There is no conflict between the command of the general and the duties of HL." Faro stood up from his chair: "The murderer of danger level 4 wants to kill; those who dare to swagger the city must kill. He turned around, as if to use the word "King of Supreme Power" behind the military uniform to remind the other party: "Since it is HighestLaws, any factor that has been judged to threaten the stable rule of the empire is unrelenting and will not be exhausted. Cut it. "

Uh ...

北方 North of Venice.

A piece of floating ice with a diameter of 100 meters appeared on the sea less than two kilometers from Murano Island. The color of the ice was also a very strange white. There were more than a dozen people standing on the ice.

They wore heavy metal boots, wearing white clothes, the hem of the jacket extended straight to the knees, the buckle on the leather belt was a cross pattern, the shoulders to the neckline were made of hard material, the collar was as high as the cheekbones, covering After the second half of the face, the long white long chest, with a conspicuous sign, the wild red cross is the symbol of steel commandments.

Leading more than a dozen heavy knights was the Holy City Inspector General Carmo Botellini, with a two-meter-long head, carrying a cross higher than a street light pole on his back, and wearing a white robe with gold. Forged wide inlay, but there is no part of those metal armor. He took a pocket watch out of his pocket and saw the pointer tremble madly, but he just sneered: "It seems that there are quite a few masters here."

A black-faced man with a clavicle is standing on the side of Botellini: "Sir, UU reads www.uukanshu.com. The pastor sensed that only one of our hundreds of brothers had been killed. This is now the case. It would be better if they were attracted to it, but in case he didn't come, they would instead have HL's troops ... "

Botellini said: "The county is our foundation. Although Venice is a small place, but less than half a day, more than a hundred brothers here were slaughtered, and they were all done by one person. I do n’t care who he is Which power, in short, must not let him see the morning sun. "

Uh ...

地下 Venice underground, reflection city.

After seeing Zuo Dao in the daytime, he ran to many stores by himself, bought a lot of preservatives and other materials, prepared a chemical spray that could hide the body odor, and took time to get it in some hardware stores. The ventilation system of two of the rooms in the underground passage was modified. After that, he concentrated all the corpses and stumps in those two rooms, and spent a whole day working, which was really cleared up. As for the blood stains and various unknown body fluids, he was directly used as a paint for plastering the wall. Anyway, he didn't care about the taste, so he didn't do anything at all.

Experimental equipment and computer equipment have to wait for the left, and he has no time to get normal furniture such as beds and refrigerators, so Xun decided to go to the ground to find a hotel tonight.

He casually searched for an exit. After several searches and clearings and understanding of the upper geography of Venice, Xueyi basically knew what area he would appear on, but this time when he was on the ground, he had not seen the people around him. Street signs, I saw more interesting scenes.

Xu Xueying looked at the northern sky and laughed wildly standing in the street. A white cross was reflected in his pupil.