Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 319 Non-human

"It seems we're a step too late."

Milo touched the bloodstains on the edge of the windowsill with his finger; the blood had not yet completely dried.

It was obvious that the little crocodile had been stolen from behind the casino half an hour earlier without anyone noticing, and without even alerting his subordinates.

"That's quite unusual."

Old Theon quickly flipped through some messy documents in the crocodile's room.

"They captured the crocodile instead of killing him on the spot."

"This isn't like them, is it?" Milo looked around the room, finding no valuable clues, then turned to old Theon and asked:
"The crocodile was helping you gather intelligence, right?"

“At least it shows we’re on the right track.” Old Theon nodded. “They must have discovered that the crocodiles are following them.”

“But wouldn’t it be simpler to just kill the crocodile?” Milo frowned.

"I don't know about that."

……

...

Meanwhile, in that deathly aristocratic manor.

In the past, every corner of the manor would be filled with the flickering light of candlesticks or kerosene lamps in the dead of night, but now, it is deathly silent.

The corpses piled up in the fountain pool had begun to stink, and the parts of the remains floating on the surface were covered with swarms of flies, making a creepy buzzing sound.

Only when the thick clouds in the sky obscure the moon's view can the forms of those who perished be clearly seen.

Meanwhile, inside the manor, a brutal interrogation was underway.

Four black-clad hunters stood in several corners of the hall, while in the center of the hall stood a heavy wooden chair, on which sat a short man bound and secured with wire mesh.

There was a trail of blood on the ground in front of him, which appeared black in the dim light.

Several small cylindrical objects were soaking in the blood on the ground, most of them wearing gemstone rings—these were the fingers of men that had been cut off not long ago.

Now, only two of the man's ten fingers, his thumbs, remain intact.

His body was twitching slightly.

The barbed wire had already left countless bloody marks on his body, pressing the tattered fabric of his clothes deep into his wounds.

The terrible pain was eroding his will.

Compared to the victims in the fountain, the man on the chair was now in a far more terrifying hell.

……

This is the crocodile that was recently abducted from Yaden village by hunters.

Standing before him were the hunters who had wreaked havoc on Nanwei City these past few days.

The crocodile had lost eight fingers, about ten teeth, and one eyeball. As for the extra parts on his body, he had lost count of them.

With only one eye left, his vision was extremely limited. All he knew was that he had messed up, suffering this calamity only the second day after he began investigating the whereabouts of these people.

Crocodile himself was no pushover, and that's why he knew very well that the masked men in front of him had no intention of letting him go.

Even if he had cooperated from the start and told the other party everything they wanted to know, he still wouldn't have survived.

But what was most disheartening was that these men in black hadn't asked him a single question from beginning to end. From the moment he entered, aside from a few who stood motionless like statues around him, the remaining two were responsible for organizing the "tools" and using them on themselves one by one. Their chillingly harmonious cooperation made it seem less like torture and more like they were repairing a malfunctioning machine.

This process can take several tens of minutes.

They didn't exchange any words.

Then a maskless man in black descended the spiral staircase on the left side of the hall.

Although the crocodile had lost one eye, he could still clearly see the black-clad man's cold face and the pupils that glowed with a faint blue-green light.

The man approached the crocodile and coldly examined it for a long while.

He seemed not entirely satisfied with his companions' progress, signaling one of them to step aside so he could take over the torture himself.

Among the many cold instruments, he chose a small pair of metal pliers, then slowly squatted down and focused his eerie blue-green gaze on the crocodile's face.

"You should know why we still keep your tongue."

……

"Then...then go ahead and ask..."

The crocodile's voice trembled.

It wasn't just because of the pain, but more so because of the fear of the eerie light in the other person's eyes.

In some ancient legends, humans whose eyes emit a blue-green light in the darkest of environments are terrifying beings second only to evil gods. They often possess strange and calamistic abilities, as well as the cruelty unique to humans.

“I was going to have your real front tooth pulled out, but you won’t give me the chance.”

The hunter, holding his pliers, stared expressionlessly at the crocodile.

"Or have you been disguised as a human for so long that you've lost the ability to revert to your original form?"

……

Gradually, the wire mesh tightly wrapped around the crocodile loosened as the crocodile's body shrank.

He was already short, but now he has shrunk from a height of about 1.6 meters to a height of about 1 meter.

The atrophy of his muscles and bones caused his skin to begin to wrinkle.

The few remaining hairs on his head also fell out one by one.

After the bloody gums from the extracted teeth shrank, a row of sharp fangs was exposed, each at least two or three centimeters long...

In just two minutes, the crocodile transformed into an even uglier creature. It still had a human form, but its size had shrunk by nearly half, and its unusually small eyes were sunken deep within its bald head.

Yes, the eyeball that was originally removed was not his original eyeball.

Even after the transformation, the last remaining human-shaped eyeball automatically detached.

After the swollen muscles and skin shrank, the ugly fingers that had been hidden in the palms were revealed. The flesh that had been cut off, those fingers, seemed to be something transplanted onto him, but it was definitely not his original structure.

The length of the body's palm is at most the same as the metacarpal bone of a human hand.

"Damn it! Do you know that those tissues have already grown into my main body? Cutting them off will hurt! Fuck!"

The crocodile, now revealing its true form, even developed a sharper voice, roaring loudly at the hunter in front of it.

But before he could finish speaking, the hunter used pliers to rip one of his teeth out of his mouth, causing him to howl in pain again.

(End of this chapter)