Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 212 Set sail
"Then you can just stay here obediently."

Bang.

Milo covered the box with heavy planks.

"Gentlemen, prepare to set sail!"

He straightened his tricorn hat, grabbed a crowbar, pried open the locked warehouse door, and carried the crowbar outside.

Eric's shadow followed closely behind, asking as he walked, "I've never seen a talking corpse in my life."

"Now you've seen it."

Milo walked straight to the riverbank along the port road and jumped onto the wooden boat that Hodley and the others had prepared.

“So those people were being controlled by something, right?” Eric casually untied the cable.

"The missing cargo ship is definitely at the bottom of the canal. Besides the six crew members you just dealt with, there are 14 others who are still missing. These things are too destructive. Today happens to be another busy day, so we need to speed things up. If those guys break into the city, the consequences will be unimaginable."

Milo stood on the deck, looking at the black-clad figures coming and going on the street in the distance, feeling somewhat troubled.

"Is it already April 1st? I've been in exile for too long, I've lost all sense of time." Eric's shadow also appeared on the deck.

He gestured toward Milo—"Didn't you already know that...thing wanted to lure you onto the canal? Why did you walk right into their trap?"

“Hey, I already said there are still 14 of those weirdos missing outside, but their owner is definitely hiding somewhere in the canal. Instead of searching aimlessly in the city, why not just find the real culprit? What do you think?” Milo tossed the crowbar aside, took out a revolver, and checked the ammunition loading in the magazine.

"Since it's so eager to find me, let it focus on dealing with me."

“Individual heroism?” Henry gestured.

“No, no, no, it may look like I’m all alone, but I actually have eight people with me. Without you guys, I would definitely have to go back to the law enforcement office to get reinforcements.” Milo kept shaking his head: “In the movies and TV shows in my hometown, once someone is given the title of hero, then his death is not far away, so please don’t curse me like that.”

"You mean something like opera?" Eric was hearing the term "film and television works" for the first time. "Then your hometown must be quite well-off. Opera houses aren't places that ordinary people can go."

“Do we really need to discuss art at a time like this?” Milo glanced back at Eric.

The latter shrugged.

The seven-person team worked together and quickly pushed the boat away from the shore and into the canal channel.

Do you know exactly what we're looking for?

Eric asked Milo.

"I don't know," Milo said frankly.

All he knew was that this was an ancient being from an eternal clan.

According to the Scarlet Witch's popular science, the Ancient Ones, the Old Gods, and the rulers of the Old Days are also divided into different levels. The Ancient Ones or rulers are just general terms, which roughly mean that they are all old things that do not belong to this civilization.

The long years have eroded them almost completely, and those that have survived are just isolated cases, barely clinging to life, like the heart in the desolate mountains of the town of Iqm. Often, the sacrifices are just wishful thinking on the part of the clansmen, and the gods they serve have long since decayed.

This shows that inherited beliefs are a terrible thing.

It can even outlive the object of worship.

……

"How are we supposed to find it if we don't know it?" Eric asked.

“We don’t need to find it. We just need to get close to it. It’s the one that wants to find me, understand?” Milo put two fingers on the carotid artery in his neck and carefully checked his pulse rate.

Actually, it's not entirely impossible to find the other person.

Milo knew that the closer he got to that thing in the river, the faster his pulse would quicken—it was the most reliable human radar. The boat slowly began to move in the canal.

Old Robert had already set up his sniper rifle on the fence and was calmly observing the water.

Kane was in charge of steering, while Will the Smoker was above the cabin, using his cigarette to sense the wind direction on the water.

The rest of Ryan, Jones, Henry, and Eric stayed on deck with Milo.

The weather is nice today, and the canal is calmer than ever before.

Due to the reckless construction by industrial enterprises along both sides of the river in recent years, the downstream section of the canal within Nanwei City has been dyed brown.

With such murky river water, it was impossible for people standing on the deck to see anything underwater.

Although a layer of gray mist hangs in the sky, at least some sunlight still shines through the clouds, but even so, there is still a chilling coolness flowing across the river.

Especially when you know in your heart that something indescribable is lurking beneath the murky river water, your emotions will rise and fall like the planks of a boat beneath your feet, making it impossible to remain calm.

……

On the deck, Milo could vaguely see the bustling crowds on the distant shore streets.

"What on earth is Rebecca up to? Shouldn't she be dispersing the crowd?"

Milo had a bad feeling.

A large number of people means chaos.

If any unexpected event occurs, the situation will be completely out of control.

What made him uneasy was that his family members would also go out on April 1st every year. It wasn't that they necessarily wanted to join in the fun, but as a survivor of the great plague, Kang genuinely felt grateful to the city.

Today is clearly not a good time to express gratitude.

Milo has been so busy these past few days that he wouldn't have realized what holiday it was if he hadn't just seen a bunch of men in black on the street.

Now he could only hope that Kang and Emma wouldn't be so unlucky as to run into the other 14 monsters.

"Why haven't you come to find me yet...?"

Milo muttered to himself.

All he can do now is use himself as bait to attract the attention of the guy in the river; this is the simplest and most direct way to break the deadlock.

As the boat continued its journey along the canal, Milo's unease grew stronger.

It's not just the sense of crisis that comes from the feeling of impending murder; the greater unease stems from the vagueness surrounding the case.

Milo had a feeling that things weren't as simple as he thought.

There are still no clues about the clan behind the scenes, and he is even more puzzled as to why the clan went to such great lengths to set up this scheme.

If the victims of the Severn Valley massacre described by Charles were members of the family, they had already paid a heavy price back then. What is the point of repeating the same trick now?
……

Clearly, in the current situation, Milo is not the one closest to the truth.

But some people have already quietly tracked down some clues.

This person is Rebecca, whom Milo criticized.

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(End of this chapter)