The world of ghost stories: Start by creating a laughing nightmare!

"I see. The

Superintendent resolutely stepped out of the hospital bed, straightened his clothes in front of the window, put on the police uniform hanging on the shelf, and looked at the silver badge with a determined look in his eyes.

"Protecting the safety of the people is the most important thing in my life, thank you for reminding me, Master. The

superintendent picked up the pistol hidden in his pocket, turned and walked out of the room.

His walking posture no longer has the twilight of an old man, but is as tall as when he was young, and his capable steps are like that of himself when he first became a policeman.

He remembered that when his master was still a sheriff, he didn't smile every day and took himself to deal with all kinds of complicated cases.

In the impression of the superintendent, his master never really smiled even when he got married, as if there was nothing in the world that made him happy.

He also once asked the master why he frowned every day.

The master's answer was so profound that he didn't understand until he was already old.

"The criminals in this world are not terrible, but the legitimate criminals are terrible..."The

superintendent looked at the crowd of people coming and going in the hospital, and the doctors and nurses who were saving lives were busy, as long as it was life, they would save it, no matter who the other party was.

"People can't tell the difference between good and evil, because their senses are confined

to the frame," the superintendent walked up the stairs to the first floor, where most of the patients were transported today,

and the sergeant and officers who had been lightly injured were here.

"Good and evil, right and wrong, should not be left to them..."

, the superintendent clutched the pistol in his pocket, his eyes narrowed, remembering his own past,

and also remembering the contract between the Seventh Research Center and himself.

"They claim to be the policemen who maintain world peace and keep humanity safe from anomalous invasions, but they have long forgotten their mission and are acting recklessly..."

The superintendent paced outside a hospital room, where one of the sergeants was resting.

The Superintendent remembered the sheriff, who, when the chaos ensued, threw himself down in the first place, leaving the agents in the riot without causing him any real harm.

He decided to meet with him before making his own decision.

The Superintendent knocked on the door of the ward three times, and a hearty voice came from inside: "Please come in!"

The sheriff lying on the bed looked about the same age as the superintendent, and when he saw the superintendent, he immediately got up and showed a sophisticated and sleek smile.

"Superintendent, why are you here.

"I remember that your name is Kim Ki'an Cho-masang, you are fifty-four years old this year, and you are the head of the police station in Anliang City. The

superintendent's gaze was so sharp that the sheriff was a little stunned, not knowing what was going on.

"What were you thinking when you pounced on me yesterday?"

"Of course it's to protect you, after all, you're an old man, and you're the leader of our nation's police stations, and in that kind of riot, of course I want to prioritize your safety!" Maybe it's

because of "justice"

The sheriff did not see the flattery in the sergeant's eyes, and selectively ignored the second half of his words, only hearing the sentence "After all, you are an old man".

"Very good, I am relieved to know that to protect the safety of vulnerable people and hand over the police station to you.

With these words, the superintendent turned and left the room.

After the superintendent left the ward, the old twilight seemed to catch up with him again, making his steps no longer firm, and his body no longer strong, like an ordinary little old man, a little lonely.

"I can't compete with them, master, that's the only way I can think of, forgive your incompetent apprentice. "

The superintendent walked to the door of the first floor of the hospital and saw the media that had been waiting for him to come out.

Just now in the ward, several reporters who have no respect for the privacy of others have already taken pictures of the superintendent.

At this moment, they are like a swarm of flies hungry for carrion, waiting to multiply on the superintendent's wounds.

The Superintendent stood in the hallway, his eyes blurred into the distance, like a gunman in a western showdown, standing still.

The reporters, who could not enter the hospital because of the ban, were anxious because they couldn't throw questions to the superintendent in that position.

"Chief of Police, is it true that the police headquarters suffered a terrorist attack?"

"Mr. Superintendent, what is the current condition of the sergeants' injuries?"

"Mr. Superintendent, what do you think of the recent incidents of casualties..."

, despite the distance, the reporters had begun to shout loudly at the neck in an attempt to get even the slightest feedback from the Superintendent.

The Superintendent finally turned his gaze back to the group of reporters, looking at their vulture-like stretched necks with contempt in their eyes.

"I can't cure them, can't I cure you eagle dogs..."

They clearly saw the police pistol in the superintendent's hand, as well as the bullet casings that had fallen to the ground.

"Ahhh

"Bang!"

the superintendent fired a second bullet, but at the ceiling, embedded in the plaster ceiling.

"Quiet. The

superintendent dragged the old man's body to a group of reporters and began to speak to the camera.

"I shouldn't trust those people, the people who put my mind stamp,"

the superintendent raised his pistol and aimed it at his head.

"They thought that the police of their own world, but in the end, they still haven't cleared the biggest evil in the world..."The

superintendent of police looked at the group of frightened reporters in front of him and smiled.

"And today, I have become their lackey, conniving at them to harm the police who protect the well-being of the people..."

The

trigger sounded softly, and the superintendent's fingers trembled slightly, but his eyes remained steadfast.

"People, take a good look around you, they are blinding you so that you can't see the evils of the world..."

However, he did not die, as a sigma-class agent who was forced to reveal his body reversed the direction of the gun at the last moment, allowing the bullet to deflect, but still hit the superintendent's jawbone.

The force of the impact sent the superintendent unconscious, and his old man's body could not withstand such a toss.

The sigma-class agent who appeared for less than half a second disappeared again, and a powerful electromagnetic pulse erupted from the scene, and all cameras were completely scrapped.