Chapter 237 04.0236: "Shadows turn into sharp blades"

An underground garage in an upscale residential area in Shangchao, Vegas.

A well-dressed Imperial Navy lieutenant came down from the elevator to the secluded underground garage where his private hovercraft was parked. This morning was as ordinary as the thousands of mornings he had experienced.

Because this is a high-end residential area, the residents here are generally wealthy, and the cars parked in the underground garage are luxury cars worth millions or even tens of millions.

Also because it is a high-end residential area with a natural ecological theme, for the experience of every resident, the developer designed a large area with few residents from the beginning of planning, so the surrounding environment is very quiet.

The lieutenant walked forward, his steady footsteps echoing in the garage.

Maybe it's some kind of soldier's risk-avoidance instinct.

Without warning, he turned around and glanced behind him.

These past few days I've felt like there was a strange gaze staring at me.

After making sure that no one was following him, he adjusted his bicorne and continued walking forward.

It was at this time that several figures appeared mysteriously behind him.

The lieutenant got into his car, rolled down the window, and habitually turned on the broadcast of Abyss Port today.

"At the Festival of Sanguinius, the warriors and angels of the Emperor heroically defeated the conspiracy of the heretics and achieved a glorious victory. The people of the Underhive in many parts of the planet spontaneously formed a pilgrimage group, hoping to gain support from all parties to go to the Ecclesiarchy world for a pilgrimage, and collectively called on the Imperial Navy's Gothic Fleet to launch an expedition to the Eye of Terror..."

The naval lieutenant snorted coldly, turned a button and changed the radio channel.

"Recently, there have been a number of missing children and women in the Throne and Vegas districts of the capital, including several child stars from Abyss Port..."

This news caught the lieutenant's attention. He remembered that many of his colleagues on the same ship had recently been assigned to a special task force by Commodore Peru.

It is said that a strange club is being investigated and monitored, and the organization is suspected of being involved in a series of heretical and blasphemous acts.

He himself also held a position in the Military Intelligence Command, responsible for external liaison, but fortunately he did not have to eat, drink, defecate and urinate in the Admiralty fortress like his colleagues did. The level of confidentiality was not high, and he was not part of the inner circle of confidentiality.

[Kidnapping children and women sounds like something a cult would do.]
Not knowing whether his colleagues who were locked up in the Admiralty fortress would know the news, he planned to write it down and tell them when he got to the Admiralty to see if it could be of any help.

Just as he started the engine of the hovercraft and was about to leave, a man in a purple robe, a tall hat, and a smiling mask on his face suddenly appeared in front of the car and blocked his way.

The lieutenant glanced at the gold-plated and diamond watch his wife had given him. There were still thirty minutes before he had to arrive at his post, and he didn't have much time left for the commute, so he honked the horn impatiently.

He could understand that his wealthy neighbors had some harmless hobbies, but it was very disgraceful if they affected others. Perhaps he should arrange for Mary to visit the other party's wife one day and give her a subtle reminder during the tea party.

“Some witnesses said that on the night of the incident, they saw a group of special people appear near the child star’s home, wearing purple robes, top hats and masks on their faces.

But the smog was severe that day, and the visibility was poor. The witnesses could not be completely sure of their appearance. In addition, there were many bars and clubs nearby. Were these mysterious people hateful kidnappers, or just a group of weird people in strange costumes? What do you think? We welcome the discussion of listeners. "The sweet voice of the female announcer came from the radio.

The lieutenant looked at the person who was blocking the way. His unusual, even weird appearance was not exactly the same as the content of the broadcast on the radio, but it was completely consistent.

His professional instinct made him realize something was wrong instantly, and he calmly placed his hand on the pistol at his waist.

"Hey, put your hands over your head! Kneel down immediately..."

He had just shouted half of the warning when suddenly another figure flashed next to the driver's window.

A cold light flashed in an instant, and the lieutenant's eyes widened. He had no time to react. He only felt some liquid being spilled on his body, followed by a sharp pain, and his hand instinctively touched his throat.

“Ahem… heh…”

Blood continued to seep out from the gaps between her fingers, staining the scarf that my wife had tied into a butterfly shape before leaving today, and dripping onto her soft white shirt.

Despite his efforts, his trachea still leaked precious air with a wheeze, arterial blood gushed out and flowed into the esophagus and trachea, and his broken vocal cords prevented him from any attempt to shout.

He tried to press the button on the car to access the emergency communication channel, but the precise cut was too deep and too accurate. His hand just reached out and fell down weakly. Then his eyes began to go black and everything in his sight became blurred.

Until he died completely, his fingers never touched the button.

The assailant opened the car door of the deceased and began to grope around on the body which was completely soaked in blood, seemingly searching for some documents.

After finding nothing, he searched the entire car, drawers, small compartments, and even the cushions and neck pillows, leaving only a mess. The assailant, who still found nothing, shook his head at his accomplice.

They wanted to search further, but for some reason, the unnoticed body slipped from the seat and fell straight to the ground through the open car door, making a dull thump that echoed in the quiet garage.

"What's that noise? Who fell?"

"Let's go over there and take a look. Maybe it's some rich but childless old man."

"That would be great, then they'd give us a ton of money and we wouldn't have to be security guards anymore," another person joked.

Two fully armed patrol security guards came over with short-barreled automatic rifles in hand. They were armed personnel hired by the real estate guild. They were all experts in PDF and specialized in providing security services for the guild's high-end residential areas.

The attackers heard the clatter of hard-soled combat boots.

The man who blocked the way tilted his head slightly, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly under the smiling mask, and then he turned around and left without stopping, leaving the underground garage quickly and silently with his accomplices, leaving only the body of the murdered lieutenant lying on the ground, blood constantly gushing out of his neck, forming a pool of blood on the ground.

A security guard poked his companion with his elbow. He spotted a luxury car with no driver and its doors open. He subconsciously thought that some thief was bold enough to sneak into the garage and steal the car. It was a sight that had not been seen for eight hundred years.

When they rushed to the car, they found a naval officer lying on the ground with his eyes open and a horrific deep scar on his neck.

The two of them gasped when they saw this and immediately pressed the radio button.

"Someone was killed in the parking lot KB231! I repeat, someone was killed in the parking lot KB231!"

"Received. What is the identity of the deceased?"

"It seems to be... an Imperial Navy officer."

"What did you say??!"

"The deceased...seems to be an Imperial Navy officer!"

The security officer reported tremblingly as he looked at the body lying motionless on the ground with dilated pupils and wearing a custom-made officer's uniform.
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dong dong dong.

"Sir, there's a woman asking to see you. She claims to be the descendant of the former president of the Corpse Guild. We've checked her ID and there's no problem. What she said is true." The guard reported at the door.

Horatio, who was busy connecting the clues of the suspect in the office, raised his head and frowned.

[Corpse Guild? Oh, you can't sit still after seeing someone get caught?]
"Let her in."

The door opens.

What came into view was a woman dressed strangely. She wore a high-grade white robe with a soft texture inside and a thick stand-up collar coat outside. Her face was covered with white veil, and her complexion was as pale as paper, abnormally without any blood color. The makeup behind the white veil was vaguely visible, but the eye makeup that was revealed was so thick and delicate that it was weird and scary.

The infusion tubes in front of the body extended out from both sides like ribs, and then re-entered the brass inner armor wrapped around the abdomen, making it difficult to tell whether this was some kind of circulating fluid all-weather suit or a body modification part.

Her attendants remained outside, and the guards with crossed bayonets prevented anyone from entering without permission.

Only this scary and weird woman who exuded the breath of death was allowed in. I don't know if it was an illusion or an instinct after hearing about the Corpse Guild.

Horatio always thought he could smell a pungent smell of preservatives on her, faintly mixed with the stench of corpse.

Louise stopped what she was doing and stared at the newcomer warily, with her hand under the table resting on the grip of her pistol, just in case.

Thei also walked out of the inner room and looked at the woman who came in expressionlessly, curling a strand of hair with his index finger, waiting for her to speak.

"Please speak frankly if you have anything to say. I think that you are not looking for trouble if you can find the Navy Department during this special period."

"Dear sir, first of all, please allow me to congratulate you on your military action for eliminating a cancer. Please don't be surprised, I have always been seeking revenge and regard it as my lifelong goal, so I always keep an eye on my enemies."

"So, from what you're saying, you know who we caught?" Horatio asked, looking into those creepy eyes.

"Not only do I know who you arrested, I also know what you want to know."

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(End of this chapter)