Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 318 Missing
Old Theon reflexively pointed his gun at Milo.

...

A few hundred meters away, Milo, who was facing the dock, suddenly turned to look at old Theon and made a "???" gesture, roughly meaning—what do you mean by pointing a gun at me?

On the hillside, old Theon frowned.

Within his field of vision, Milo's eyes still gleamed with an eerie light.

But he still pointed the gun back at the bastard, muttering gloomily:

"Fuck the golden tree, I shouldn't have thrown away those medications prescribed by the mental hospital."

...

Although neither of the two things in sight was normal, the hybrid was ultimately more frightening, and old Theon was still on Milo's side.

However, the anticipated bloody battle did not continue.

He saw the tall, eerie, grayish-white creature roar for a while before fleeing into the sea and disappearing from sight.

Milo on the dock didn't give chase. He just stared calmly at the sea for a short while before diving into the cabin. Not long after, before the York family's union workers arrived, Milo slipped out of the dock.

When he reappeared before old Theon, the old Theon could no longer see the eerie light in his eyes.

"What the hell is that thing?"

Old Theon, carrying his rifle, asked impatiently.

"Someone else's child."

Milo handed the machete that belonged to old Theon back to him, and then said, "There's nothing else in the cabin. We'll find out from the crocodile who in the York family is in charge of this dock. The information is correct; those hunters entered Nanwei City by smuggling through the York family."

"you sure?"

Old Theon had no idea what the connection was between hybrids and hunters.

But Milo was too lazy to explain; the story here was far more complicated than he thought.

Not long after the two met, Grasso also appeared.

She was already dressed.

He was dragging a heavy sack containing four revolvers, six flintlock muskets, some untreated flint, and at least five hundred rounds of ammunition, along with matching pads and black powder. In addition, he had two rifles slung over his shoulders.

Milo looked at her, panting heavily:
"Good sister, we're just grabbing some usable weapons, not doing wholesale."

"I...I couldn't help it."

Grasso wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Milo picked out a brand new revolver and two magazines, loaded the bullets, and prepared to head quickly to Arden Village.

"Can I continue to follow you?" Grasso suddenly asked.

“Theoretically speaking, you have completed your mission for today.” Milo patted the weapon at his waist.

But then he changed his mind and said, "However, it is indeed safer for you to come with me."

"I think so too."

Grasso grinned.

She was quite frightened by the mixed-breed, and subconsciously told herself that staying with Milo would indeed be safer.

Perhaps she never realized that all those dangers were brought to her by Milo.

……

On the way, old Theon still couldn't forget about the half-breed.

That enormous and terrifying body seemed to be imprinted in his mind, impossible to erase.

"Is it really appropriate to just let that thing go?"

“You mean that big guy?” Milo glanced back at old Theon. In fact, he was somewhat surprised by old Theon’s reaction. Few people could remain so calm after witnessing a creature beyond their comprehension. At least Rebecca couldn’t. Milo still remembered very clearly how Rebecca was stunned in the Icam Wilderness.

Perhaps people's sanity scores naturally vary.

“You can’t expect me to leave it behind, can you?” Milo thought for a moment, but ultimately didn’t explain further.

He knew that the hybrid had been interfered with by the dream-attracting ability.

Although it's not very serious, it's already beyond redemption.

Milo wasn't entirely unable to keep it; rather, after confirming the formation of the Dream Guidance, he deliberately let the hybrid go.

It's not hard to deduce that both the hybrids and the hunters were orchestrated by Raven, and there is definitely a connection between the two. Before the Dream Guide was completely severed, Milo could identify the hybrids, just as he identified Grasso.

The hybrid was released in order to track down the Hunter Organization's location.

Moreover, the hybrid now seems to have figured things out; it no longer acts purely on instinct as it did in Ikham.

Milo saw this as an opportunity.

An opportunity that could help him find the Hunter Organization.

"Should we find out the source of the information from the crocodile first, or do you think we should report this lead?" Milo muttered.

“You’ve been suspended. As for me, I’m the one they’d love to have suspended. Do you think anyone will take the information we both reported seriously? Unless you report it directly to Nero, but I doubt Nero has any say in this case now.” Old Theon shook his head.

“That’s true, and it also alerted them.” Milo shrugged.

“Damn it.” Old Theon sat on his horse, leisurely lighting a cigarette, and then added, “Let’s find out who’s in charge of smuggling people from York first.”

"Oh, by the way," Milo suddenly turned to old Theon and asked, "Are you feeling unwell anywhere?"

"Huh?" Old Theon was somewhat confused.

"I mean, headaches or chest tightness and shortness of breath?" Milo asked, gesturing.

"Does this count?" Old Theon pointed to the location of the gunshot wound on his shoulder.

"forget it."

Milo waved his hand.

He mainly felt that old Theon was a bit strange.

Because Grasso was also witnessing a hybrid creature for the first time, Milo could clearly sense the intense unease and fear she felt through his dream-inducing abilities. However, Theon seemed far too calm, as if he were completely unaffected.

Milo had seen too many victims driven to madness: Robben, Joey, Ethan Field, and even Mogot from Galeid City, all of whom had fallen into varying degrees of confusion and insanity after coming into contact with those mysterious things.

But old Theon showed no signs of it whatsoever.

His ability to accept things seems to be much stronger than that of ordinary people.

Could it be because of the magical leaves?
Milo glanced discreetly at the cigarette dangling from old Theon's mouth.

……

late at night.

The three people and two riders arrived at the lawless village of Nanwei City.

After navigating the filthy alleys of Arden village, they arrived at the casino run by the crocodile.

But they seemed to have arrived too late.

The crocodile's office was empty.

Everything in the office was normal, with no signs of a struggle.

Milo found only some bloodstains on the edge of the broken skylight.

(End of this chapter)