Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 283 The Descendants of the Priests

After nightfall.

Milo crouched on the second floor of the uninhabited building.

The officer's black uniform provided perfect cover, concealing his entire figure in the shadows. Coupled with the swirling smog of Nanwei City at night, no one could detect that an armed officer was hiding in the abandoned building.

During the day, Milo had already learned the route from the South City Law Enforcement Office to the North Mental Hospital.

They had notified the hospital in advance that the patient being transported was highly dangerous and had a strong tendency to violence, and the documents presented by the court also emphasized this point, so the hospital had to send a horse-drawn carriage for the transport.

The most convenient route for the carriages inevitably passes through the area where Milo is currently stationed.

Milo has already made his plans.

This is an excellent spot for assassins to strike. If they can refrain from doing so here, Milo can follow the carriage at a distance, keeping a safe distance along the city's alleyways.

Earlier, Officer Butch, following Milo's instructions, rejected the hospital's proposal to send more officers to assist with the escort, stating that the facility was too busy to spare any manpower.

Anyway, the two groups argued loudly for quite a while in front of the law enforcement office.

Pedestrians on the road could hear it clearly.

The assassins must have known this information as well, if they had been even slightly cautious.

……

Gulu gulu...

The sound of carriage wheels rolling on the uneven cobblestone street soon reached us.

Milo crouched on the second floor, his eyes fixed on the shadow of the slowly passing carriage on the street.

He gestured.

The seven members of the Exiled Shadows quickly dispersed to various corners of the street.

Everything is ready, just waiting for the main character to appear.

The vehicle was carrying three staff members from the mental hospital and a coachman.

David Derby, who was convicted of mental illness, was covered in chains and shackles, and wore a mask to prevent being bitten.

He has remained calm since the interrogation ended yesterday.

It was eerily calm.

His gaze swept over each law enforcement officer who passed by him, without showing excessive hostility. This was completely different from his initial demeanor when he was first brought to the law enforcement station; he was excessively calm and composed.

He is Ephraim White.

An old monster that has been hiding inside his own daughter's body for over a decade.

His own grave has stood for many years on the outskirts of the city near the coastline, but he himself lives in a young body.

After a long wait, he finally found an excellent target for plunder.

But plundering is not something that can be accomplished overnight; he needs to adapt to this new body through countless attempts.

Old White had immense patience in order to survive as long as possible.

The only regret was that during the final release of the plundering magic, he muttered about his son-in-law's will to live, and David fought back fiercely, killing Asenas's body.

Fortunately, everything turned out alright, and he eventually took over David's body.

His young body was enough to extend his life by fifty years or even longer, but if he had to spend the rest of his life in that disgusting mental ward, the drugs he was forcibly injected and fed every day would drastically shorten his lifespan and prevent him from calming down to continue studying the mysteries of those ancient spells.

So old White had to run away.

He must get out of this predicament as soon as possible. Otherwise, all his efforts over the past decade will have been in vain.

……

His gaze remained fixed on the hospital staff member sitting opposite him in the carriage. The staff member was so uneasy under his stare that he dared not make eye contact with him.

But old White was very good at being patient. He was always listening to the sounds coming from outside the carriage. He was very satisfied with the sensitive senses of David's body. He could clearly hear the sparse conversations of passersby on both sides of the road, and he could even judge his approximate location in the city by the sound of the carriage wheels rubbing against the road.

He was waiting, waiting for an opportunity when no one was around.

Those foolish law enforcement officers only saw him as an injured scholar; they ignorantly thought David was a weakling who couldn't even kill a chicken. They should never have thought that way, haha…

……

Something from the ancient horror still rots and festers in remote, deserted corners, kept alive by a small group of terrifying priests.

The White family are descendants of those priests.

Old White learned more than just the magic of soul stealing from the strange spells passed down through generations of his family. That was just a way for him to compensate for his dull mind and buy himself as much time as possible for research.

Having lived for many years in Innsmouth, a town shrouded in gloom since ancient times, he naturally understood that to live a long life, one cannot rely solely on lifespan; sometimes, one must also master certain necessary violent means to deal with extreme emergencies.

For example, right now...

……

When the carriage reached the middle of the street, which had not yet been lit by lamplighters.

Suddenly, a crisp metallic snapping sound came from inside the car.

"Bang!"

The next moment, gasps of surprise rang out from the staff.

With a loud crash, a hole was punched through the wooden carriage at the rear.

The horses neighed and reared up on their hind legs.

Then, a shadowy figure with broken chains on its body emerged from the hole and began to run wildly toward one side of the street.

The broken ends of the chains he wore were still red-hot, as if they had just been pulled from a high-temperature forge.

This person was naturally David.

……

Staff from the mental hospital shouted and chased after David, trying to stop him.

But David simply raised his hand and sent everyone flying several meters away. Those unlucky guys rolled around on the floor several times before they could get up again.

David moved with incredible speed, disappearing into the dark alleyway in the blink of an eye.

……

"Hey—this old guy's got some skills."

Milo witnessed all of this from the second floor.

He hadn't expected that Ephraim, who had taken over David's body, had such a trick up his sleeve.

However, this also makes things more convenient. Milo was originally worried that if the assassin suddenly attacked, he might accidentally hurt the mental hospital staff on the carriage. Now that Ifrem has run away, that situation is no longer an issue.

Milo quickly climbed out of the back window of the cabin.

At the same time, the shadows guarding various points along the street quickly caught up with Milo's pace.

(End of this chapter)