Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 16 Fighting
As soon as Milo heard the voice, he knew the man had returned.

He slowly turned around to look at the murderer who had taken more than a dozen lives.

The man's appearance did not appear fierce; in fact, he seemed somewhat simple and honest. He had thick, short hair and a beard, and even his bloodshot eyes did not give the impression that he was aggressive.

But Milo, who already knew the truth, could not afford to lower his guard even a little bit.

At this moment, his left hand had already reached for the short stick at his waist:
"Why did you suddenly come back? You're not playing by the rules."

"You've marked so many things along the way, do you think I'm blind?" The man stared coldly at Milo.

The intimidation and wariness in his eyes were like the gaze of a mother bear with her cubs when she encounters humans—full of almost bestial ferocity.

Milo had never seen such a gaze in a human eye.

“Uh… Robben?” He tentatively brought up the name he had obtained during the interrogation:

"Old Robben, right?"

"You recognize me?... Hmm, whatever, you're not getting out of here." The man's gaze never left Milo; in his eyes, Milo seemed to be meat on a chopping board.

Milo's eyelids twitched slightly.

The secret passage really should have brought that tigress, Rebecca, along.

Combat is indeed not Milo's forte. His physical skills are only good for bullying ordinary people with weaker physical abilities. When facing a serial killer like this, he is somewhat intimidated.

Milo originally didn't intend to alert the enemy, because it was obvious that the real mastermind was the "Mr." Robben was just an executioner; everything he did was for the totem on the wall behind him. Now that the totem was complete, he would inevitably go and find the "Mr." Milo planned to wait here for the mysterious mastermind to appear.

Who would have thought Robben would suddenly turn back...?

……

"..."

Robben had noticed Milo's law enforcement officer's coat early on, so he made no attempt to hide the murderous intent in his eyes.

This was given to Milo by Rebecca when they were at the law enforcement office, and he's been wearing it ever since.

Now, the serial killer and the law enforcement officer have met in a closed environment, and a fight is inevitable.

"Tsk."

Milo pursed his lips.

He was standing on a raised platform, but his eye level was only about the same as Robben's, who was wading in the water.

First of all, there is a significant difference in their physical attributes.

Moreover, Robben is not an empty shell like Big Dick; he is all solid fat and muscle, making him the most lethal physique, bar none.

……

sizzle.

Robben didn't seem too keen on exchanging many pleasantries with Milo.

He drew a sharp butcher's knife with a blood groove from his waist. The knife was not long or heavy, and its rough keel back made it look rather ordinary.

But Milo knew very well that this diamond-tipped knife was the most professional butcher's knife.

Judging from the fact that the cook at the law enforcement station didn't say anything, Robben is indeed a professional butcher.

"So you mean we have nothing to talk about?"

Milo instinctively took a step back.

But Robben clearly had no intention of giving Milo any room to play tricks. He gripped the butcher's knife in reverse and charged at Milo like a mountain.

bass!
Milo dodged in time.

The knife pierced through his trench coat under his armpit, and Robben tore a large hole in it with his desperate effort.

The positions of the two were switched in an instant. Milo intended to seize this opportunity to dash out as fast as possible, but before he could even take two steps after turning around, he felt his center of gravity being violently pulled backward.

It was Robben who grabbed the corner of Milo's tattered trench coat and forcefully stopped Milo's forward momentum.

Depend on.

This shabby outfit is really only good for looking cool and has absolutely no practical use.

While cursing under his breath, Milo simply turned around and rammed into Robben, dodging the knife that was aimed at his lower back.

In this way, the trench coat was removed.

But Robben gave Milo no chance to catch his breath.

Swish! !

The butcher's knife was incredibly steady and precise in Robben's hands. The blade even aimed for the cartilage in Milo's joints. If those cuts had actually penetrated, it could have been an instantaneous dislocation of an arm or a leg.

Robben is treating Milo like a living animal, cutting him open.

His strength was immense, and he was broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, leaving Milo with no angle or space to retaliate.

The only advantage is that Milos is much more flexible than Robben, but this flexibility is compressed to the extreme in a closed environment and can be almost ignored.

Bang! !

Robben's knife missed once again.

But then Milo was pulled up and slammed against the wall.

The moment he landed, Milo flipped to the side to dodge, because the butcher's knife was already slashing down right behind him. If he had been even a second slower, his throat would have been cut open and he would have been bleeding.

Pure, overwhelming force.

Milo knew he had to find a way to escape, or he would become the 11th murder victim.

But Robben's massive frame blocked the entrance to the passage, and the other end of the passage had been sealed off long ago, leaving Milo trapped.

He knew very well that he could not possibly break this situation by force.

So……

Hey, I've got it...

……

Robben, wielding his butcher's knife, charged forward again.

This time, Milo simply rolled to the side to dodge.

Instead of simply running away, he dodged and then picked up the kerosene lamp he had previously placed aside.

The flame inside the kerosene lamp had long since gone out, but the stored kerosene was still inside.

After dodging Robben's knife, Milo picked up the kerosene lamp and smashed it directly at the totem on the wall.

Click.

A crisp sound of shattering glass rang out.

Large amounts of kerosene were sprayed onto the totem.

Robben was taken aback, while Milo, without saying a word, picked up a lit candle from the ground and threw it at the totem on the wall.

call! ! !
The candlelight ignited the kerosene.

In an instant, the totems on the wall were engulfed by the firelight.

It wasn't until now that Robben finally realized what was happening.

"No...no!!!"

Robben's pupils were instantly filled with a violent rage.

But what followed was a look of panic and pain. The butcher's knife in his hand clattered to the ground, and he rushed to the wall in a few steps, frantically pounding on it with both hands, trying to extinguish the fire caused by the kerosene. His hands, which were covered in kerosene, also caught fire, but Robben seemed completely oblivious to the burning pain, shouting and pounding on the wall.

On the one hand, he wanted to put out the fire, but on the other hand, he was afraid that he would destroy the totem on the wall.

However, the fact remains that regardless of whether he extinguished the fire or not, the wall was rapidly turning charred black, and the totems originally painted on the wall were gradually becoming blurred. In particular, Robben's actions in trying to put out the fire accelerated the disappearance of the totems.

As he watched the wall in front of him gradually turn charred black, Robben completely lost his mind.

He cried like a child, shouting in a language that no one could understand.

At this moment, Robben's arms and clothes were still burning from the flames, but he didn't care at all. He scrambled to the nearby drain and scooped up water with both hands to splash it onto the wall.

But this was of no use; the flames on the wall wouldn't go out until the kerosene was completely burned out.

No matter how much Robben cried and struggled, the totem on the wall was destined to be beyond saving.

He cried his heart out, as if the most important thing in his life had been completely erased.

……

...

Milo, who was standing to the side, did not take advantage of Robben's outburst to escape the scene, but instead quietly watched Robben howl at the wall.

Milo sensed a sense of despair in Robben's state.

He knew that Robben's mental state had long been abnormal, and what drove him to commit so many murders was the unrealistic idea in his mind of "saving his daughter," but now that pillar supporting his soul had collapsed.

Regardless of what that "gentleman" promised Robben, the totem was definitely the most crucial step.

Now that the totem has been destroyed, from Robben's perspective, it means that all his efforts have been in vain.

Since Milo couldn't defeat such a powerful killer physically, he had to find another way: to defeat him psychologically.

……

In fact, taking advantage of the chaos to escape is definitely the best course of action.

But Milo knew that if he turned and ran away, he might be able to escape danger quickly, but he might never find the mastermind behind it all.

So he decided to give it a try, to gamble on whether Robben still had a sliver of rationality after his breakdown, or rather, to see how stubborn his obsession with "saving his daughter" was.

"listen."

Milo shouted at Robben.

But the other person continued to cling to the wall and wail, so Milo had no choice but to raise his voice and shout again:
"Listen!!!"

Robben suddenly turned around.

His wailing stopped abruptly, replaced by a ferocious rage on his face.

The speed at which their emotions change is unlike anything humans have ever experienced.

Without saying a word, Robben drew his cleaver and charged at Milo.

In his rage, he moved even faster than before, grabbing Milo by the collar and pressing the knife against Milo's throat.

But just as he was about to decapitate Milo, a casual remark from Milo made him instantly stop his blade:
"Are you going to kill the only person who remembers that totem?"

Milo looked at the insane butcher in front of him.

He could feel that the moment he said those words, the other person's grip on his collar loosened slightly, and the pupils in their eyes dilated a little.

"You...you memorized that painting?"

Robben's face lit up with ecstatic joy.

That look in their eyes was like that of a child receiving a secret gift from their parents, filled with joy, surprise, and even a touch of twisted innocence.

The butcher's knife in his hand trembled slightly. Although the blade was already pressed against Milo's throat, he did not go any further.

……

Milo felt the coldness of the blade on his neck and felt a pang of fear.

He tapped his temple with his finger and said very solemnly to Robben:
“It’s all written here. If you kill me, no one will ever be able to draw that picture again.”

Robben's breathing gradually became rapid:

“You’re right… huff… you’re right, you’re right, I can’t kill you, how could I kill you… oh my god, what am I doing…”

Milo sensed the other's confusion and self-contradiction. He tried to soften his tone as he slowly placed his hand on the knife the other was pressing against his throat:
“Listen, I can redraw that totem. If you need it, take me to see that gentleman. He can use this totem to heal your daughter, right?”

As Robben's knife gradually left his throat, Milo knew that he would soon be in control of the situation.

Robben stared blankly into space:
"Okay...okay...we'll go see that gentleman right now. You must draw that thing for him..."

"boom!!!"

Just when Milo thought he had it all figured out, a burst of blood mist suddenly erupted from Robben's left temple, his eyes bulged out of their sockets, and he completely lost his life.

A bullet pierced his skull.

The burly butcher in front of them collapsed with a thud.

……

Milo wiped the blood and foam from his face and turned to look at the exit.

Over there, Rebecca maintained her gun-raising stance.

A wisp of gray smoke still clung to the muzzle of her gun.

Milo sighed:

"You've come at just the right time."

Everyone else is numb.

Why would she take such a huge risk? She finally managed to calm this madman down, and it seemed like she was about to expose the mastermind behind it all, but then Rebecca shot him dead...

……

Rebecca stepped forward, glanced at the corpse on the ground, and then fired two more shots.

“I couldn’t find anyone at his house. Later the doorman told me you went into the sewer… Oh, right, you’re welcome.”

Milo rolled his eyes.

"If I had known, I wouldn't have made those marks."

He left the mark hoping Rebecca would find her way here when she returned, but he didn't expect the woman to arrive at such an inopportune time.

She probably felt she had saved Milo's life.

"What do you mean?"

Rebecca looked at Milo with some confusion. Before Milo could answer, she took out a handkerchief and tossed it to him, pointing to his neck.

"It's nothing." Milo casually wiped the wound on his neck that had been grazed by the blade of the butcher's knife.

"Let me briefly tell you what happened; I won't get involved in anything else."

He recounted the whole incident to Rebecca, from when he found Robben at the law enforcement office to when Rebecca shot Robben in the temple.

……

"What about the girl's body moving?" Rebecca asked.

“I was going to ask him that question, but it seems I can’t now,” Milo said, pointing to Robben’s body on the ground.

"You can arrange for someone to clean up the scene, I need to go home and sleep."

(End of this chapter)