Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 309 Eyes
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When Milo left the law enforcement headquarters, he saw the other members of the so-called task force in the lobby downstairs.

Neither side gave the other a friendly look.

Apart from Milo and Theon, the rest of the members were all decoys sent by various law enforcement agencies. These decoys were either nearing retirement or incompetent and without any background, essentially useless, and the perfect scapegoats.

These people may seem incredibly busy, but they're just putting on an act. Most of them can spend an entire day scrutinizing a single document, working until sunset, and if necessary, they can stay up all night, all for the overtime pay.

In their view, the reason they were thrown into the task force was because of the mess caused by Milo, this incompetent and reckless young man.

Milo naturally didn't bother to waste any more words with these guys; he had already said enough today.

In short, they just can't stand each other, so it's best to avoid seeing each other altogether.

What Milo couldn't understand was why Nero was in such a hurry to hand this matter over to someone else, and why Nero repeatedly emphasized that the current enforcement team of Nanwei City would have a hard time controlling the team sent by Solomon.

It's just weird.

After all, he had entrusted Icam's case to Milo and Rebecca with complete confidence, which was a much riskier move in comparison.

Besides, what kind of place is Nanwei City? It's one of the few cities with a law enforcement academy, unlike remote mountainous areas like Galid where law enforcement is weak. Why be so cautious?

Although Milo didn't want to say it, it felt like Nero was just passing the buck.

He seemed flustered and lost his confidence.

He did not believe that the four law enforcement offices and numerous law enforcement bureaus were sufficient to protect the city.

He didn't even want to consider the mysterious factors that Milo mentioned; he just wanted to get the county government to take over this troublesome matter as soon as possible.

This is completely different from the ideas he had previously conveyed to Milo.

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While Nero's concerns were not unfounded, this hunter team from the colonies was indeed difficult to deal with, backed by ravens and led by a visionary.

Komilo hadn't revealed a single word about the Visored, but Nero already felt a strong sense of crisis, as if...

It was as if he knew all of this.

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"This is going to be difficult."

Milo returned to the law enforcement office and bumped into Rebecca as soon as he entered.

The latter's recovery speed was astonishing. In just a few days, she was able to walk freely. When Milo saw her, Rebecca was standing in the office lobby, deploying investigation tasks while holding onto a desk with one hand.

It seems that although Nero rejected her suggestion to join the task force, Rebecca clearly has no intention of continuing her vacation.

When Milo saw Rebecca, the first thing that came to mind was the black cat of unknown origin, even though Rebecca had clearly stated that it was her old cat Marshall.

So Milo blurted out:

How is your cat?

"Is this how you greet people?"

Rebecca's face darkened.

"Uh... well, how's your health?" Milo finally realized that asking that question was ambiguous, so he changed his words.

Thank you for your concern.

Rebecca had just turned her head away when she suddenly turned back and added, "You really need to take a shower."

"Is the smell strong?" Milo lowered his head and sniffed his collar, frowning. "It certainly does seem strong." "Any updates from the task force?" Rebecca asked.

“Don’t be silly, this is the task force’s home turf.” Milo waved his hand and walked towards the basement, saying as he went, “If you really have nothing better to do, why don’t you go and investigate a man named Monquia?”

“This name is all too common in the South.” Although Rebecca said this, she still picked up a pen and quickly wrote the name down on the draft paper.

"He's related to the expeditionary navy, under twenty-five years old, and should have participated in colonial wars. That's detailed enough, isn't it?" Milo added.

"That makes it much easier to investigate."

Rebecca nodded.

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The autopsy room in the basement.

"What's going on now, woah—"

Milo originally wanted to ask if the autopsy results were in, but as soon as he entered the room, he saw Rick with bloodshot eyes.

He immediately pulled out a revolver.

"calm down!"

Rick waved his hands frantically, pointed to his eyes, and shouted, "Accident! Pure accident! I don't know what happened!"

His eyes were not only scarlet, but they also moved uncontrollably from side to side, and the two eyes were not moving in the same direction, but rather moving erratically on their own.

"Classical music or modern pieces?" Milo unlocked the pistol.

"The new school of music is a pile of crap!" Rick exclaimed without hesitation.

Milo holstered his gun.

The entire identity verification process was smooth and efficient.

So what exactly is going on?

"I don't know, I just ate that thing from the corpse, and then my eyes turned red." Rick pulled at his eyelids.

"Is it just red? No other symptoms?" Milo leaned closer and examined Rick's eyes.

"Oh, it's just that it's turned red." Rick nodded vigorously.

As she kept touching it, her eyeballs started rolling out.

"Holy crap..." Milo almost stomped on that eyeball and popped it.

Rick quickly picked up the eyeball and carefully put it back in its socket.

He had barely put it back in when he suddenly paused for a moment:
"Oh right, I could actually take my eyeballs out and examine them to see if something bad has happened... But it's so strange, I can still see."

Rick covered his other eye and looked around:
"I can really see it! Has all the nerve tissue inside grown back?"

"Take a break. I'm not really concerned about your health right now. Have you found any clues from those bodies? My information is that these people all have something to do with them; they're not just simple victims."

Milo lifted the white sheet covering the body.

Rick picked up the notebook from the table and handed it to Milo, nodding vigorously while covering his eyes, which seemed on the verge of falling out. "Yes, none of the seven are quite normal. Remember David's wife, Asenas? Her corpse had some tissues that humans don't have, and she could still move even after being dead for so long. And these seven now, they all have some issues too. For example, that guy named Mueller, he's a man, but he doesn't have testicles..."

"..." Milo looked speechless: "Is there any information besides the testicles?"

(End of this chapter)