Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 122 Solomon's Hunt
Milo returned to the ground and, having just escaped the collapsed area, heard the roar of a hybrid from the distant jungle.

He chose to hide immediately.

Because the jungle was filled not only with the sounds of mixed races, but also with gunshots and other other noises.

Clearly, the hybrid crawled out of the trap.

It is facing an attack from certain people.

Moreover, these people were not local law enforcement officers in Galid, and the firearms they used were not weapons used by active-duty law enforcement officers. Milo could identify them simply by the sound of gunfire.

……

The roars in the jungle were deafening.

Every now and then, there was the sound of chains rolling on the ground.

Milo tightened the straps of his backpack, hid behind a boulder, and calmly awaited the outcome of this hunt and counter-hunting operation in the jungle.

In the jungle, large numbers of trees were cut in half.

Milo was soon able to see the ferocious-looking hybrid clearly through the gap.

Compared to its appearance twenty minutes ago, the hybrid in front of me has changed significantly. More exoskeleton structures have appeared on its limbs. The barbed stakes and animal traps in the trap have not left any wounds on its body because the wounds have been repaired by the strange substance that has grown inside its body. Moreover, after these soft tissue substances solidify, they have turned into extremely lethal bone spike weapons.

It even casually chopped down those thick tree trunks.

Some unlucky individuals who got too close in the hunting party were cut in half, leaving blood everywhere in the jungle.

These people were members of the Solomon gang, which were mining companies that had been based in southern Iqlam.

Among the crowd, Milo spotted a familiar face.

Marshall.

Three years ago, it was he who led the team into the underground cave by pulling on the chain fixed to Kai's neck.

Although this guy no longer has that long hair, Milo can never forget that face.

……

"So... what's the situation now?"

Milo crouched in the shadows behind him, witnessing the bloody battle in the jungle.

He was a little confused as to why these people would work for law enforcement officers.

Logically, hunting down hybrids should be the task of the Galid City Enforcers. Now that the worshippers have all rushed out, the last remaining hybrid is the biggest threat to the town of Icam.

From the Solomon gang's perspective, they should have pretended nothing had happened and secretly withdrawn.

……

Milo recalled what Nero had said before the mission began: that the Solomon gang might be conducting some unethical research in the town of Ickham.

However, Raven himself said that the remains of the old god in the desolate mountains had decayed and lost their divinity. He arrived too late, and the legacy here no longer held much value.

So what is the purpose of the Solomon gang's armed men's hunt for hybrids?

Milo rubbed his forehead; he felt his head starting to get hot.
"Could it be that you're going to take that thing back to acknowledge its biological father?"

"What biological father?"

A figure suddenly appeared beside Milo and asked this question.

Click! !
Milo immediately put the gun to the other man's head.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the elusive figure was none other than the old madman, Moggot.

"You should be glad I was out of sorts and reacted a few seconds slower, otherwise I might have just fired."

Milo rolled his eyes and put the gun down.

Mogot calmly sat down against the boulder, even striking a match to light a cigarette and taking a deep drag.
"You suddenly disappeared without a trace. I thought you'd been kidnapped."

He patted Milo on the shoulder and then asked:

"Aren't you going to take all these people back?" "Who?" Milo pointed to Solomon and his group in the jungle: "Them? They're doing something important right now, we can't disturb them."

“Oh, right.” Mogot shrugged and pulled out a cigarette, handing it to Milo.

Milo waved his hand: "No, thank you."

He then asked Mogot, "While you're so lucid now, I'd like to ask you something."

"What do you mean?" Mogot blinked.

"About the Delaman family's affairs twenty-four years ago."

...

……

While the work was in full swing in the jungle, an old man and a young man chatted idly in the shadows behind the boulder, completely disregarding the tense atmosphere.

However, it must be mentioned that the Solomon gang seemed to have been well-prepared for tonight's hunt. The weapons they used were not only military rifles, but also many large hunting tools, including chains as thick as a human arm, with sharp metal barbs at the ends.

By this time, the hybrid's body was covered with many such barbs, which were firmly stuck to its exoskeleton. These limb structures, which combined offensive and defensive capabilities, had now become a burden to it.

Bullets continued to pierce the hybrid's torso, creating bloody holes.

It struggled and roared incessantly.

But at this moment, its roar was no longer filled with anger as before; instead, it began to carry a hint of sorrow and despair.

Kay was taken away by Rebecca.

Even the god it worshipped was no longer on the altar.

In the hybrid worldview, everything that was important to it has been lost.

Now, only its bloodthirsty instincts drive its body to kill.

But the Solomon gang seemed to know everything about it; they knew how to control the hybrids.

Gradually, the roars from the jungle grew fainter.

The gunfire became increasingly sparse.

……

The outcome of this battle was completely predictable.

From beginning to end, the most dangerous presence in the town of Ecam was not the hybrids, but the Solomon gang.

Even compared to the Solomon gang members, the half-breed was just an ignorant child, at least mentally.

Its distorted perception of the world is confined to the desolate mountains, and it receives only the whispers from that heart in its ear.

To put it bluntly, from the perspective of a hybrid, independent race, it could subjectively consider itself a victim, hehe.

But if Milo were to respond, it would be, "I can't be the victim anyway."

……

"broken."

As the two were chatting, Milo's face suddenly darkened.

This wasn't just a change in expression; his face suddenly turned extremely pale.

"What's wrong with you..." Mogot was also suddenly stunned. He was talking about the Delaman family when he was still a law enforcement officer, and suddenly realized that Milo was acting strangely.

His breathing became erratic, and his body trembled, as if he were enduring some kind of extreme pain.

Mogot reflexively raised his rifle and pressed it against Milo's chest.

Clearly, he mistook Milo's symptoms for the reaction to the Ikham Aboriginal curse.

(End of this chapter)