Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 332 A Flanking Hunt
Milo followed the path the hybrid had taken in his escape.

As expected, none of those who laid an ambush and pursued the pursuers in this direction survived.

The vast majority of them were law enforcement officers who rushed to the scene as part of the operation. They were killed because of the patrol team. There was a Spirit Visionist and an adult hybrid in the hunter organization. The people here couldn't even save their own lives...

...

The most ridiculous thing was that, beneath a pile of corpses in black trench coats, they found a patrol team member weeping uncontrollably.

The weapon in his hand had long since been lost.

His face was covered in other people's blood, as well as his own snot and tears.

His face looked as if it had been rolled around in a meat grinder; his expression was incredibly distorted, and his eyes held no rationality whatsoever—just pure horror.

When Milo dragged him out of the pile of corpses, he kept repeating things like, "I'm dead, I'm dead," as if he was trying his best to convince himself.

Clearly, before losing his mind, the last thing he remembered was "playing dead".

Although he managed to get away with faking his death, he went insane after surviving.

Apart from Milo, probably no one knows what he witnessed through the gaps in the pile of corpses.

……

Milo was still able to roughly pinpoint the location of the hybrid.

It headed into the depths of the dense forest, in the exact opposite direction from the Nanwei city area.

"Have they given up...?"

Milo frowned.

However, for the Hunter Organization, the patrol team's almost mindless raid did not result in any actual casualties.

Yes, no hunters' bodies were found at the scene; they escaped without any casualties.

Nearly 70% of the inspection team members confessed here.

The law enforcement team also suffered heavy casualties, but it was fortunate that the patrol team destroyed the encirclement before it could be closed, which prevented the law enforcement team from confronting the hunters head-on. Basically, only those who blocked the direction of the hybrid's breakout suffered heavy losses.

……

Now, the enforcement teams from various branches are arriving at the scene one after another.

But in reality, the battle had already ended.

The hunters had already left.

Milo did not follow the mixed race's escape route, but instead turned back to the patient shelter.

The once pitch-black valley was now brightly lit by dozens of torches. The dappled light illuminated the corpses wrapped in black cloth in the collapsed wooden houses, as well as the mummified bodies piled on both sides. Accompanied by the thick stench of blood in the air, the entire valley resembled a living hell.

Milo saw many familiar faces from the law enforcement team.

This includes the two other inspectors besides Nero, and the chief officers of the various law enforcement offices.

Milo hadn't expected Nero to not show up.

However, he didn't think much of it; someone had to be at the law enforcement headquarters with that county councilor, right?

……

Milo didn't linger too close to the crowd, but instead wandered around the shelter.

In a wooden hut deep inside the shelter, Milo found an extinguished candlestick.

A chair was placed directly in front of the candlestick.

...

"It looks familiar..."

Milo squinted.

Theon the Elder seemed to have mentioned a similar scene in the documents he obtained from the Enforcement Headquarters, which took place in the attic of the York family manor.

“The same ritual.” Milo crouched down and touched the candlestick with his finger.

At this point, the candlestick had completely lost its warmth; it had gone out not during the siege, but before the battle broke out...

A flood of information flashed through Milo's mind.

A gloomy environment filled with deathly stillness—York Manor, an abandoned patient asylum, candlesticks, chairs…

“Monquia had already left before the battle broke out.”

Milo frowned.

He heard the orders from the law enforcement inspectors behind him—"Pursue them! Pursue them at all costs!"

Pursuit?

Where should we chase them?
Should we chase after the hybrid in the direction he fled?
It fled in the opposite direction from Nanwei City. The tracks in the jungle were easy to spot, but what about Monquia?

Milo instantly knew the answer.

He was certain that the hybrid had headed deeper into the jungle, but he couldn't find out who was around it. However, judging from the current situation, Monquia was definitely not with it.

The burnt-out candlesticks in the room indicated that he had finalized the list of targets for the second round of hunting.

In the dead of night, with terrible weather, weak law enforcement, and a drowsy populace, Nanwei City was the perfect hunting ground.

...

At this moment, some masked black figures had silently arrived on the streets of Nanwei City. The heavy rain was still washing over every street in the city, and the kerosene streetlights in the city had long been extinguished. In the dimness, only the moment when lightning streaked across the sky could the figures of these ghostly hunters be clearly seen.

When a group of truly desperate people possess a belief that surpasses the will to survive, they become the most terrifying weapon in the world.

They etched the names of every evil figure in the city into their minds, repeating over and over the same names that led to their downfall, names that would bring calamity—

“Imnal—”

"Alvasa—"

Their deep, chilling voices were like vengeful spirits, reminding the sinful apostles who were about to die why they were dying.

……

In the south of the city, the hunters arrived quietly and ambushed an old law enforcement officer with graying hair and beard in a dark alley.

The law enforcement officer stood under the eaves with one hand in his pocket. His trousers and boots were soaked by the rain, and he had a half-smoked cigarette in his mouth. If it weren't for that half-smoked cigarette, he probably wouldn't have sought shelter from the rain.

At both ends of the alley, the hunters repeatedly murmured the name of the figure standing behind the law enforcement officer—

"Hastur, the King in Yellow Ragged Clothes..."

……

The 23rd parish, a back-to-back neighborhood of old workers' housing.

The hunter from afar silently chanted the difficult-to-pronounce name, approaching the row of low, two-story buildings step by step:

"The Chaos of Lurking, Nyarlathotep..."

A massive arc of electricity flashed across the sky, and the silhouettes of the two exiled shadows that Milo had assigned to guard the base emerged in the electric light, revealing that they had already sensed the approaching hunters.

In the dark, rainy night, many gun barrels had already silently been pointed at each other's locations.

...

……

The top combatants in the hunter team, the Visionaries, are responsible for hunting targets in the central area of ​​the city, right in the law enforcement headquarters.

"Yog—Yog Sothoth."

This was the first time Monquia had felt a shiver, simply because he had pronounced the name with perfect pronunciation.

(End of this chapter)