Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 268 It's always been there, howling!

Back home, Milo kept thinking.

He knew very well that he could see things that ordinary people couldn't. Just like the Exiled Shadow, apart from Milo, almost no one else could notice the group of seven who were always following Milo. All of this was thanks to his high enough spiritual vision value.

So the woman who stole the wallet wasn't a ghost, since ghosts have no reason to steal money.

The Scarlet Witch once said that after a visionary has passed through the nightmare and voyeur stages, there are countless paths to take, depending on the evil tomes they read and various coincidences.

Therefore, in Milo's initial speculation, he believed that the woman might be a psychic.

However, Milo did not sense any threat from the woman, and the woman did not notice Milo's special nature, which did not conform to the life-or-death hunting rules between psychics that the Scarlet Witch had mentioned.

Her specific identity is something worth investigating further.

But Milo wasn't in a hurry.

Especially after Henry returned with the news that the woman was locked inside the bank and unable to escape, Milo became even more certain that she was not a psychic.

Because the psychic had no reason not to see the group of seven, and was even driven to a mental breakdown by their pranks.

However, when Henry asked whether they should bring the elusive female thief to justice, Milo shook his head:
"Let her suffer a bit first; the nights in Nanwei City are still quite cold in April."

……

Just as Milo said.

While most people in the city were sound asleep in their warm beds, poor Grasso could only huddle in a corner, shivering, wrapped in a pile of cold bills and banknotes.

She had searched every corner of the bank, but still couldn't find that crucial key.

They could only endure until dawn, then re-enter stealth mode before the bank staff went on their early shift, and sneak away once they opened the door.

But when the time came, she could only leave empty-handed, watching helplessly as she said goodbye to that pile of money...

The thought of that scene made Grasso feel even more aggrieved.

Exhausted from a night of running around, a heartbroken Grasso clutched the banknotes and fell asleep, feeling utterly dejected.

……

Around 6 a.m.

While everyone was still fast asleep, there was a knock on the bank window.

The noise from the metal-framed window with its glass panes startled Grasso in the vault.

She stood up in a panic, looking at the pitch-black sky through the narrow skylight, her mind racing as she tried to figure out how to deal with the uninvited guest outside.

Grasso cannot enter stealth mode at any time; she needs a certain amount of preparation time, the length of which depends on how much water she can still squeeze out of her body.

She cautiously peeked out of the vault and saw the figure standing outside the metal window.

The figure had three sharp horns on its head.

This made Grasso's heart sink to the bottom instantly.

To the thief, that was a more terrifying presence than a demon with two horns; standing outside the window was a law enforcement officer.

"Damn it!"

Grasso cursed under his breath.

Suppressing her nervousness, she began to jump around in place inside the vault.

What made her utterly desperate was that the cold night air had already drawn away most of her body heat, and no matter how fast she moved, her hands and feet remained icy cold, and not a single drop of sweat could be squeezed out of her skin pores.

……

"Click..."

"Crunch~~~Squeak"

What made Grasso even more devastated was...

The law enforcement officers outside somehow managed to easily unlock the bank door.

As the heavy footsteps of the other person's boots clattered against the wooden floor, approaching relentlessly, Grasso stood frozen in the vault, her face pale with fear. She had heard all sorts of stories about law enforcement officers.

What does it mean that those ruthless individuals have the power to execute criminals on the spot? It means that they can carry out the death penalty on criminals who have already been brought to justice if they subjectively deem it necessary, and the interrogation, trial, and other procedures and paperwork can be completed by the court later.

It’s over.

Is this how my life is coming to an end?
The ruthless executioner in black will definitely not let me go. That's how Kevin, the scoundrel from Parish 29, was executed by the sheriff in the street.

Am I going to die?
I don't want to die naked...

Hmm... What if he's a pervert?
It was a dark and windy night, and there were hardly any houses around this street. It would be hard for him not to have bad intentions if he saw me like this.
Does this mean that even on the verge of death, one cannot preserve their last shred of innocence?

No……

Forget it! Let's fight him!

There's no way we'll yield to those in black! Absolutely not!
But how do we spell it?

This damn vault has nothing but banknotes inside!!

Waaaaah, I'm doomed, I'm really doomed this time.

...

In the short span of ten seconds between Milo unlocking the door and walking into the vault.

Grasso had already imagined countless ways he could die, including not only the scenario of being raped first and then killed, but also the perverted scenario of being killed first and then raped, and even the scenario of being raped first, then killed, and then raped again.

Milo had no idea that in those few seconds, his image had been distorted from that of a law enforcement officer to that of a super pervert.

The only information he had was that Grasso's combat ability was almost zero.

The reason is simple: even though Kinkuri Grasso was prepared to die for a one-for-one exchange, Milo's sense of crisis did not react in the slightest.

As he leaned against the vault doorframe, sizing up Grasso.

The other person was holding a pencil in one hand and using a newspaper to cover their private parts with the other, staring at Milo with fear and anger.

The body language was probably trying to convey the message: "If you dare come any closer, I'll stab you to death with a pencil!"
……

"Uh……"

Milo raised an eyebrow.

It must be admitted that the eroticism of this scene surpasses the allure of any woman in the pleasure house.

After all, a few simple newspapers and banknotes could only cover the most crucial parts.

The tension, shame, and fear in the other person's eyes were not something anyone could fake.

For a moment, Milo felt like a perverted old man with a peculiar fetish, forcing an innocent girl to pose in such a bizarre and tricky way in front of him.

Men are such strange creatures. When something is covered up, they will go to great lengths to see it, but when everything is laid bare before them, they will start to miss the ambiguity of being half-hidden.

Although Milo had already seen what he should and shouldn't have seen before, he still felt that Grasso's current look was more alluring.

……

"Can't find the key to open the door, little sister?"

Milo turned and pointed to the keyhole on the inside of the bank's main door lock:
“It’s always been there, oh dear.”

...

Grasso paused for a second.

As she turned her skeptical gaze to the door lock, she discovered something that made her want to vomit blood—

The mysteriously missing key was stuck in the keyhole of the door lock.

……

(End of this chapter)