Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 269 Attack
"It's you!!!"

Grasso finally recognized Milo.

The faint light streaming through the skylight shone on half of Milo's face, and Grasso stared at it for a long time before recognizing the outline of that face.

Earlier today, she had cursed that face countless times in her mind, but after a series of even more unfortunate events, she forgot about Milo.

It now seems that the law enforcement officer in front of us didn't just happen to ask for a light; he did it on purpose!

And who knows, all the coincidences tonight might have been caused by him!
Is this person a demon?!
Why can he see himself?
……

Grasso recalled the warnings her family elders had given to her and other children when she was a young child.

Those who can face their race in the darkness are terrifying demons that have crawled out of the abyss; they are the most dangerous and frightening things in the world.

Their elders warned them to take this as a warning and not to use their racial talents unless absolutely necessary.

Throughout her life, Grasso never encountered a creature that could see her true form, not even the most sensitive felines. Gradually, she forgot the commandments passed down through generations of her tribe.

The dull-witted human group made her lower her guard, and she used her innate abilities more and more frequently.

After experiencing the thrill of blatant theft, Grasso could no longer control his impulses.

She liked this feeling, the wonderful feeling of being completely naked in public yet unseen by anyone.

……

But he saw the law enforcement officer in front of him.

Right?

He must have seen it!

The smile on his face betrayed his true feelings; he had definitely seen everything! Otherwise, he wouldn't be smiling so slyly!

Is this the most terrifying demon Grandma talked about?
It's over, it's over.

……

Grasso was plunged into despair.

It was even more desperate than the various terrible scenarios she had imagined in her mind just minutes before.

A sense of fear that ran deep in my bones crept into my heart.

This was no longer the fear a thief felt towards law enforcement officers, but a fear ingrained in her very being. The skills she relied on for survival were rendered useless in the face of a certain creature, much like the theory of natural antagonism between species—an insurmountable sense of dread.

This is worse than encountering a psychopathic law enforcement officer.

Grasso was utterly despondent.

Because the elders of their tribe had said that if they encountered any creatures that could track down their race, they would face a fate far worse than death.

Grasso didn't know anything more terrifying than death, but at this moment she was completely overwhelmed by this fear, both physically and mentally.

...

Milo had no idea that he had become a hideous demon in Grasso's mind.

He was still wondering if this guy had been scared out of his wits.

"Uh……"

Milo shook a file in his hand.

Above it was Grasso's identity information, which Henry had dug out of the archives overnight.

Grasso is her surname; her given name is blank.

However, under this surname, there is a lot of criminal record information, detailing in detail which year, month, and day he participated in a street fight.

To Milo's surprise, these criminal records were mostly for fighting and intentional assault, with none involving theft.

It is conceivable that Grasso's thefts had never failed before.

"What do you want me to say? Do you want me to handcuff you and take you back to the police station, or do you want to wait for the bank staff to open the door for you tomorrow?"

Milo put the file away and back into his pocket.

He crossed his arms, leaned against the doorframe, and waited patiently for Grasso's reply. After all, who wouldn't want to linger a little longer at such a sensual and alluring scene?
Like Milo, the group of seven maintained a similar posture, watching the female thief in the vault who was wrapped in newspapers and banknotes.

After being caught red-handed by Milo, Grasso broke out in a cold sweat, which soaked the thin papers hanging on her body, making her silhouette even clearer...

……

"If you don't say anything, I'll take that as a confession."

Milo clapped his hands and said to Grasso:
"Put those two banknotes stuck to your butt back into the vault. After all, these are taxpayers' savings. If you want to steal, I suggest you target those aristocratic estates on the outskirts of the city next time. They keep their money in the vaults of their own cellars, not in banks. If you steal their money, I promise I won't arrest you."

As he spoke, Milo took a gleaming silver metal handcuff from the weapon pouch on his waist: "Why don't you put it on yourself?"

At this moment, Grasso's expression had changed from extreme fear to confusion and bewilderment.

She stared blankly at Milo, her expression as if asking, "Huh? Just handcuffs? Why does this demon seem so easy to talk to?"

It's an act, it must be an act.

He disguised himself as a human, pretending to be a righteous law enforcement officer, but once he took me to the underground cell of the law enforcement office, he will surely reveal his true colors.

That's terrible, so terrible...

……

"Jingle Bell."

Milo shook the handcuffs and asked Grasso again:
"What, can't you speak properly?"

"I can!"

Grasso suddenly mustered her courage and shouted, "Don't think you can fool me like that! You devil! You've been playing me for a whole night, and you still want to keep playing me? Dream on! Let me tell you! Don't treat me like a fool..."

Click...

Just as Grasso was hysterically cursing, Milo had already handcuffed one of her hands, muttering to himself:

"The file didn't say he was mentally unstable..."

"You're the one who's mentally unstable! Let me go!!" Grasso was terrified by Milo's actions.

She was certain that she had only blinked.

The next second, Milo was already beside her, snatched the pencil from her hand, and handcuffed her wrists.

"Don't make a sound, or I'll just drag you back. The guys on night duty need some stimulating images to get their nerves going."

Milo muttered to himself, pulled out the two banknotes that the other man had tucked between his buttocks and threw them back into the vault, then took off his black trench coat and covered Grasso with it.

But at that moment, Milo's expression suddenly changed.

The next second, gunshots and the sound of bullets whistling through the air suddenly rang out from the dimly lit street outside the gate.

Boom! !
The bullet pierced the glass window of the bank counter in an instant!
Fortunately, Milo, empowered by his sense of crisis, reacted in advance, pinning Grasso down and together they ducked to the ground, avoiding the two bullets fired from such a tricky angle.

He then quickly took out the revolver, flicked his thumb, and released the safety on the left side of the bolt.

Wait for further actions from the attackers outside.

……

However, what Milo heard next was Grasso's scream.

"Let go of me, you bastard!!"

Grasso screamed and broke free, but just as he raised his head, gunshots rang out again outside!
So, she was quickly pushed back down by Milo.

"Bang bang bang!!"

Milo didn't care about anything else. After accurately determining the gunman's position outside, he quickly launched a counterattack.

……

Grasso felt utterly desperate.

(End of this chapter)