Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 245 missed one

"I'll head back now if there's nothing else."

Milo packed his things and prepared to head to the city.

After finally managing to get the clothes half-dry, he climbed out of the water and was soaked again, his body reeking of the industrial wastewater and sweat odor from the canal. Even Milo himself found it hard to bear.

"Do you know you've committed a grave sin! Attacking the Elders will bring misfortune upon you and those around you!"

Dillah Shaw was on the verge of collapse.

But Milo was already tired of hearing things like that. He felt like he had some kind of curse-attracting constitution, and he would absorb curses and disasters from everyone he met.

"Yes, you're right, you're right."

Milo nodded.

"If there's nothing else, you can go back and report. Just say that Gragi has left and his clan is gone."

He could sense that Geraqi was moving away, and the sense of crisis that had always lurked in his heart had completely evaporated.

……

...

St. George's Hospital.

Milo, his body dripping wet, made his way into the largest public hospital in Nanwei City, leaving wet footprints with each step.

In front of the busy hospital ward, Milo met old Theon.

The other person gave Milo a look.

Milo nodded and replied in a low voice:
"The problem is basically solved."

Then, he turned his gaze to Rebecca, who was lying on the hospital bed through the window, and asked:

How is she?

"A few broken ribs, countless superficial wounds, excessive blood loss, but other than that, there's nothing else wrong." Old Theon rubbed the mud off his hands, somewhat bored.

Milo squinted and looked through the glass at Rebecca's pale and haggard face. Even in her unconscious state, the woman still wore a deeply troubled expression with her brows furrowed.

"She's a tough person; she'll pull through."

Milo muttered something to himself.

Old Theon added, "I heard that during the chase, she dismembered a mummified corpse that was over two meters tall."

Milo's brow furrowed.

Upon hearing the news of the over two-meter-tall mummified corpse, he roughly understood how Rebecca had managed to turn herself into such a wretched state.

Without a doubt, this stubborn and unyielding chief of law enforcement must have chosen to fight the Shroud Monster to the death in some corner without any backup, all in order to avenge a previous attack.

Fortunately, she won the argument.

……

People came and went in the corridor. Many law enforcement personnel came to inquire about the situation, including other law enforcement officers and people from law enforcement headquarters who came to offer their condolences. Among them were some unfamiliar men in formal attire who should belong to the city councilor organization.

It looks like Rebecca will receive several J-girl medals once she recovers from her injuries.

Of course, this honor belongs to Rebecca, after all, she was the one who fell.

Milo Theon and his gang, however, were not entitled to such treatment; on the contrary, they might get a scolding.

Or maybe several meals, I'm not sure.

After all, the fact that the chief of staff was admitted to the intensive care unit meant that her subordinates had collectively failed in their duties.

Even if the top levels of the law enforcement system have no intention of holding anyone accountable, other oversight agencies and various levels of leadership will try to do something about it, depending on their respective intentions.

……

Of course, once the list of missing persons in this incident is released, the situation will continue to escalate, depending on how the events at the Confession Wharf are specifically classified.

Milo could probably foresee the official press conference where the spokesperson would tell the public that a natural disaster had occurred at Confession Pier, something like a sudden surge in rainfall causing river flooding and bridge collapses—it was all just a matter of imagination.

In this situation, it usually happens.

Solving a case and catching the real culprit are two completely different concepts. The specific operations are up to Nero and his high-ranking colleagues to figure out; after all, now that Rebecca has fallen, it's time for Nero to lose a few hairs.

……

Come on whatever you say.

Nero, led by the attending physician, pushed open the door to the intensive care unit.

It was clear that the old inspector was quite worried about his student. He ignored everyone around him who was about to approach him and went straight into the intensive care unit to personally check on Rebecca's condition.

Milo stood near the window in the corridor, trying to let his clothes get as much air as possible, otherwise the damp heat in his collar was unbearable.

In contrast, old Theon was much more cunning.

After seeing Nero enter the ward, he simply said, "I'm going to find a place to have a smoke."

Then he crawled out of the monitoring area.

……

As expected, the first person Nero approached after leaving the ward was Milo.

"We need to talk."

"Ah."

Milo knew that this trouble was coming when he received the news of Rebecca's serious injury. He didn't expect to be able to avoid it, so he cooperated and followed Nero toward the balcony.

Should I give you some time to organize your thoughts?

"Then there's no need. I think you're more accepting of the truth than the average person."

……

...

This "confess and receive leniency" conversation lasted about 40 minutes.

For a full 40 minutes, Milo kept his hands in his pockets, fiddling with his underwear.

Of course, while he was honest, he wasn't completely honest either. Milo chose to gloss over some things that couldn't be said or that were completely unclear.

Nero likely had a certain degree of tolerance for this, after all, he himself had crawled out of the pile of corpses in Icom, and he should be the one who could best understand Milo's situation and empathize with him the most.

"I just want to know, is this the end of the matter, or are there still hidden dangers in our jurisdiction that haven't been completely eliminated?" This was Nero's biggest concern.

"Hmm..." Milo rubbed his temples, then suddenly remembered that this hand had just been fiddling with his underwear, so he quickly switched to the other hand.

He nodded to Nero and said:
"It's over, I can guarantee that. As for potential problems... there might be some talking body parts in one of McMan Trading Company's warehouses that need to be cleared out. Also, after we compile the list of missing persons, I'll check them one by one. There might still be some hiding in the city... the kind of thing that injured Rebecca. Of course, it's just a possibility."

"You handle these things, and I want this matter to be completely resolved without any loose ends, you understand what I mean?"

Nero poked at Milo's trench coat with his finger and solemnly gave him some instructions.

"Understood, I will clean it up."

Milo nodded.

After receiving Milo's assurance, Nero hurriedly left, as the Enforcement Headquarters had countless tasks awaiting him regarding this mess.

Milo watched Nero's figure disappear from the guard area.

Suddenly, a strange figure was seen entering the ward.

He was wearing a black trench coat.

It's Rick, the law enforcement officer who went missing earlier but was rescued by Milo in the canal; he's the guy in the basement who's in charge of autopsies.

This guy exudes an aura of...

It smelled like a living corpse.

……

Milo's lips twitched slightly:
"Oh no, it seems we overlooked a potential problem."

(End of this chapter)