Chapter 325 Old Blue: Fors, Stay Away from the "Hunter"

In front of 15 Minsk Street.

"Old man, do you know the detective here?" The speaker was a man with dark skin, deep eye sockets, and an extremely fierce look. He casually glanced at the body of the brown-haired woman next to him, and a hint of greed appeared in his eyes.

Old Blue turned his head, examined the man, and said suddenly:
"Are you the 'executioner' of Laozi? What's your name?"

"You know me? That's great! I'm Meursault, and this is your granddaughter, right? Let me..."

Click click click.

Meursault was stunned. His outstretched right hand was firmly grasped by the old man and spun violently!

He looked down at the "right hand" and "right arm" in a daze, only to see that it was covered with bones and flesh, with red and white colors dominating.

"Ah! Ugh!" Meursault's "hunter" instinct told him to run! Be afraid! Do not fight! Beg for mercy! Kneel down and beg for mercy! His eyes were filled with fear, and before he could make any move,
Bang! Old Blue grabbed Meursault's head and pressed it hard on the steps in front of the door. In an instant, red and white once again dominated the mainstream, forming an artistic oil painting.

“…Uh, Mr. Blue, this… isn’t going to end well, is it?” Fors originally wanted to slap the other party twice, but she didn’t expect that Old Blue’s move would be a fatal blow, and he directly made the other party “fall asleep”.

Old Blue wiped the blood off the man's clothes, squatted aside and patiently explained:
“This guy is the executioner of the Zmanger Party, and the mastermind behind the gang. He is most likely a Beyonder, and an Beyonder who is good at fighting.

“I’m not saying that the wild Beyonder deserves death, but he’s already ‘attacking’ you.

"With your method, even if you reach Sequence 7, you shouldn't let him get close to you. Your opening move just now was a weak counterattack... It's actually very dangerous. If you had come by yourself today, you might have really failed."

Fors was shocked. A Beyonder? How could she just run into an Beyonder on a mission? She didn't care about the nausea and hurried forward to carefully observe the abnormality of the corpse. Sure enough, there was a little spiritual light gathering at the other party's broken head, slowly condensing into a gel-like crimson object. Beyonder characteristics! The other party was really a Beyonder!
Old Blue grabbed the crimson jelly, took a glance at it and said:

"It should be 'Hunter', good at traps and tracking, and has a great improvement in physical fitness...

"If you meet them again in the future, remember to keep your distance from them!"

"Hunter..." Fors was suddenly in a trance. After such a long time, she had also summed up some rules. Along with the trance, some strange knowledge would emerge in her mind! This time was no surprise.

"'0-01'...Lumian?"

Old Blue was stunned for a moment, then said quickly:
"Braised noodles? You want to eat braised noodles? Hey, Klein's recipe includes this delicacy. I must try it if I have the chance!"

"Yes, yes, it must be delicious!" Fors reacted and hurriedly tried to make amends.

"That's right, Fors, you have a very stable mentality," Old Blue said with great satisfaction.

“Being able to talk about food in a setting like this…Have you ever thought about becoming a chef?”

"Ah!" Fors hurriedly stood up and stepped aside, no longer looking at the "oil painting" on the ground.

"Ah! Someone's been murdered!" At this time, a passerby finally discovered this horrifying scene and shouted loudly.

……

In the Hillston area, there is a somewhat old house, which is the residence of the great detective Isengard Stanton.

Leonard and his two companions got off the carriage, ran straight to the gate and rang the doorbell.

Ten seconds later, the detective assistant who was quite familiar with them opened the door and welcomed the three people in. He asked them to go to the living room alone while he prepared tea and coffee for them. [“Kid, stay calm. No matter what you see, don’t get too excited!”]

"What? Old man?" Leonard was very surprised. The old man took the initiative to remind him... This meant that the matter was serious! He quickly raised his guard and squeezed Peiman's palm.

Peiman instantly realized what Leonard had discovered, and she quietly reached for the revolver at her waist.

"Now we can feel more at ease... Mr. Isengard must be..." Stuart was suddenly stunned, because a strong smell of blood came from the living room in front of them!
The three of them looked towards the living room, only to see an armchair overturned on the floor, stained with a lot of dark red blood. A book was lying next to it, cover facing up. The title of the book was:
The Devil's Legend in the Siveras Region

Demon! Leonard and Peiman immediately went into emergency alert. They stood back to back, took out their revolvers loaded with demon-hunting bullets and turned on the safety, but they could not find the enemy at all.

Stuart also pulled out his revolver. He really wanted to fight back to back with the two men, but the other party cooperated skillfully and trusted each other... If he got involved, it would be more dangerous... He had no choice but to point the muzzle of the gun downwards and try to use his eyes to search for anything unusual in the living room.

The situation remained at a stalemate for a while. Perhaps the other party lost patience, and a figure suddenly appeared on the blood-stained sofa in the living room!
The figure was wrapped in shadows. He turned his head and gave the three people a cruel smile. Then he stroked his neck with his palm, indicating death and provocation!
Then, the shadow melted into the floor and disappeared like a snowman encountering hot water.

Bang bang! Bang bang bang!

Peiman's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and she emptied the magazine almost instantly! Then, she did not even change the bullets, but pulled out another revolver and began to be on guard again!
Finally, the feeling of being spied on disappeared from their senses!

At this moment, a group of police officers in black and white checkered uniforms rushed in. Beside them was the stunned, frightened, and nervous assistant of Isengard, who was even holding a cup and a teapot of black tea.

Swish, swish, swish! More than a dozen revolvers were pointed at the three people one after another, and the leading sheriff shouted:

"Put down the gun! Put your hands on your head!"

"Lawyer," Peiman reacted very quickly. She counted the number of heads of the other party and her own bullets, and determined that unless each of her bullets hit the vital points of the three police officers, she would not be able to escape. She was the first to put down the revolver and said solemnly:
"I want to see my lawyer, he is the chief lawyer of the famous 'Perpetual Motion Machine' company, Mr. Jurgen Cooper! In addition, our belief is the storm!"

……

"Sheriff...is there anything more advanced?" Facing a row of black gun muzzles, Old Bruce calmly took a step forward and stood in front of Fors. He took out a gold-plated, extremely advanced certificate from his pocket and threw it directly to the middle-aged sheriff.

The moment Sheriff Louis Carter received the certificate, he was stunned, because this scene was extremely familiar! Last time they just surrounded a senior inspector...

this time……

With a click, the hardcover was opened.

He wanted to slap himself hard, because the document clearly stated:

"Blue, Head of the Sixth Special Operations Department of the Loen Kingdom Backlund Police Department, Chief Superintendent of the Cherwood District."

Swish!

The police officers around the sheriff reacted faster than he did. The slap in the face before was enough to make them remember it for the rest of their lives! They quickly put away their guns, saluted, and shouted:
"Hello, sir!"

No matter what rank you are in, it’s always right to call you “sir,” right?

Police officer Fisher Morgan was among them. He found that he might have underestimated the importance of detectives Sherlock and Watson again...

(End of this chapter)