Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 298 Evil Lies in the Church

Grasso is now in a very conflicted state, an epic one.

She kept telling herself that this heartless bastard was playing with her life and was simply using her to gain merit.

But the string of profanities that could have thoroughly humiliated Milo inexplicably turned into—"This...", "Uh...", "But...".

Her tone was even very gentle and obedient.

Mind control couldn't be any better than this, could it?!

……

In short, I don't know why, no matter how much she resisted, another, stronger sense of compliance would always emerge and overshadow her resistance.

In the end, he willingly followed Milo back to the law enforcement office.

If she knew how tragically the bait died during the last fishing operation, I wonder if she would change her mind. But it's probably too late; this time, he's completely got her under his thumb.

……

...

While Milo was preparing for his fishing plan 2.0, the others were not busy either.

The "others" mentioned here refer to the few remaining members of the task force who are still capable of working.

First, there's Theon.

Although he had temporarily lost a shoulder, he still went out alone with his weapon after the rain stopped.

He did not participate in Milo's operations.

Perhaps because he knew that this kid had too many secrets, it wouldn't be a wise choice for him to get involved, so he was investigating entirely according to his own ideas.

Milo and Dillashau, on the other hand, reasoned from the victims' perspective to reverse-engineer the origins of this hunting organization.

However, Theon already had the answer in his heart from the very beginning; he just needed further verification.

……

In the village of Arden after the rain, behind the crocodile's casino backstage, old Theon tossed a round bullet in front of the crocodile and, smoking a cigarette, said to himself:
"They used the most advanced firearms, and the power of those bullets and gunpowder was far beyond what any imitations from underground workshops in the country could achieve. Anyone with eyes could guess the origin of these things in a minute, but after a two-hour meeting, no one dared to mention it. The higher-ups are all fucking cowards."

The crocodile quickly took out his reading glasses from the drawer and put them on his nose. Then he picked up the bullet on the table and examined it carefully.

"These are bullets that have already been fired. There is no obvious damage. This quality is comparable to military ammunition, and at least a level stronger than the lead bullets used by law enforcement teams."

“What do you mean by ‘catching up’ or ‘not catching up’? This is military-grade equipment.” Old Theon muttered, “Foreign assassins, well-equipped and highly skilled, what other background could they be? They can only be Solomon’s men, is there any need to think about it?”

"As expected of my elder brother, he has excellent eyesight."

The crocodile forced a fawning smile and cautiously said to old Theon:

“But brother, I’m just a gofer. I can’t afford to offend either your enforcement team or Solomon.”

"Tch." Old Theon glanced indifferently at the crocodile.
Did I say I wanted you to go and fight Solomon?

"Hahaha... At my age, I can't carry a rifle anymore. You're joking with me again." Crocodile chuckled sheepishly.

"Use your connections to find out the origins of all the recent smuggling boats."

Old Theon stubbed out his cigarette in the fruit bowl on the crocodile-shaped table and gave the order:
“There are nearly 30 assassins, maybe more. Such a large group couldn’t have crossed the coastline silently. I don’t care how you investigate, or who you find—nobles, VIPs, it doesn’t matter. Just hand over everything you find to me.”

"That doesn't sound like a difficult task." The crocodile seemed thoughtful, perhaps considering it for a moment, before nodding emphatically and assuring old Theon:
"Don't worry, I'm a saltwater crocodile. Those petty thefts on the coastline can't escape my eyes. Give me some time, and I'll send you complete information on all the suspects later."

"Good job."

Old Theon stood up, his back heavy, supporting his shoulders.

"Any other instructions?" The crocodile's attitude was extremely respectful.

"That's all. Go check it out." Old Theon casually tossed out these words and leisurely left.

……

As it turns out, the elderly, the weak, the sick, and the disabled are not entirely useless.

It's not just old Theon who's investigating.

Dillah Shaw was also busy.

He was just having a bit of a headache right now.

After the orphanage was attacked and burned, the church moved all the children to the high bridge and housed them in the main church.

Mylotti's awakening was indeed very important. The orphanage was the only one of the twenty-three hunting operations that did not result in any deaths, which means that the hunting target was still among these survivors.

But if you exclude the classrooms and the nuns, there are still hundreds of children in the orphanage...

The group of children were now in the main church, a huge, brand-new church that could easily accommodate thousands of believers for prayers on a regular basis. But after three hundred or so unruly children came in and made a ruckus, it suddenly became crowded.

The little ones who managed to escape the fire showed no signs of shock, and might not even know they had just narrowly escaped death. After arriving at the main church, they started playing around as if nothing had happened.

The main church was suddenly turned into a vegetable market.

Dillah Shaw sat on the second step under the golden tree, looking at the hundreds of unruly children chasing and playing in front of him, feeling a headache coming on.

So which one is the apostle of misfortune that the person on the clock tower is talking about?

The noisy, terrifying commotion haunted Dirac like a nightmare, and occasionally a dirty boot would fly over and nearly hit Dirac on the head.

He now felt that every unruly child in front of him looked like an apostle of misfortune.

"It's so hard. I should have studied early childhood education instead of psychology."

……

The problems now go beyond that.

What truly troubled Dirac was the question Milo had asked him before he left.

Is it possible that the Hunter Organization was sent by the church?

Although Dillah Shaw immediately denied this speculation, he genuinely did not believe there was even the slightest possibility of it.

But when he saw the church full of unruly children, he couldn't help but think about another question.

What if it really is?

Could it be that they're going to secretly execute one of the children here?
……

Even assuming, hypothetically, that the hunter organization and the church have no connection...

But how did the people on the Star Tower summarize these victims?

The source of calamity, the apostles of the ancient rulers, sin...

From the church's perspective, how would the higher-ups choose to deal with that child?

Dillah Shaw fell into deep thought.

Just then, an official came in and handed him a slip of paper.

After carefully reading the information on the note, Dillah slowly raised his head and glanced at all the children present, finally focusing his gaze on a blind girl sitting in the corner holding a drawing board.

……

(End of this chapter)