Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 431 Kill without mercy
Chengnan Law Enforcement Office.

Underground morgue.

……

Coroner Rick removed his mask and began gesturing wildly as he talked incessantly to Milo:
"You absolutely must hear what happened to me in that opera house. It was so bizarre, believe me, you'll be shocked and develop a deep admiration for me after hearing it."

But Milo calmly flipped through the list of victims already compiled from the opera house incident, lifted the white sheet hanging on the autopsy table with his finger, glanced at what was underneath, and shook his head, saying:

"I'm not really interested in hearing your story."

"Are you sure?" Rick asked again to confirm.

“I’m very sure.” Milo nodded.

“Alright then.” Rick shrugged. He didn’t lack Milo as an audience. The opera house incident had made the basement morgue “overcrowded,” so he didn’t insist that Milo listen to his story. There were plenty of people willing to listen anyway.

However, Milo's unintentional expression of opinion somewhat hurt Rick's feelings: "Someone who can cry while watching 'Sleepwalker' is hard for me to be interested in or understand about the so-called bizarre stories you're talking about."

“I understand, I understand.” Rick sighed, but he quickly composed himself and said seriously to Milo, “But there’s something I think you need to hear. It has nothing to do with what happened to me, but it’s about Carter Garnier.”

"What's wrong with him?" Milo asked, rubbing his hands together.

“The reconstruction of the opera house will inevitably require summoning the construction and design teams for discussions, but we can’t find Carter Garnier. Some people say they saw him at the opera house on the night of the accident, but our colleagues didn’t find his body at the scene. However, it is now basically confirmed that he is missing, and has been missing for quite some time, because we went into his residence to investigate, and there was no trace of anyone living there,” Rick said very quickly.

“Yes, that’s normal.” Milo nodded, glancing towards the stairwell to make sure no one had entered the basement before adding, “He was the one who caused this whole thing. I’ve already taken care of him, so you naturally won’t be able to find him.”

Rick clapped his hands suddenly: "I knew it had to do with you! You're the one who handled this inexplicable case with no beginning or end. So, what's the deal? What exactly is this guy?"

“It’s complicated, so I’m not going to go into details.” Milo’s explanation was tantamount to no explanation at all.

Because he knew that Rick didn't really care what kind of creature the real culprit was; he just had a strong craving for the proteins of a special life form that was beyond the human realm.

According to Rick, the more unique the creature, the better its eggs taste.

"I came here just to tell you that there are a lot of corpses now, but don't go too far. If you get discovered, I certainly won't stop them from sending you to a mental hospital."

“I know, I know, I know what I’m doing.” Rick nodded repeatedly, then continued, “Let me finish. My colleagues found a letter of recommendation at Carter Garnier’s house. It was a letter recommending him as the chief designer when the opera house was first being planned. Don’t you want to know who recommended him?”

“I advise you to finish speaking in one go,” Milo said patiently.

“He’s an architectural scholar from the church,” Rick quickly added.

"The Church?" Milo asked, puzzled.

Wasn't it said that the church's architects and Carter Garnier were in competition?

How did I become a recommender again?
But upon further reflection, it became clear.

"The person who wrote this letter of recommendation must have disappeared too, right?" Milo asked.

"Huh? How did you know?" Rick was taken aback.

Milo didn't bother to explain, he just waved and left the morgue.

How else could they know? There can only be one explanation: both Carter Garnier and the church's architect have been replaced by Imnar. This is a letter of recommendation written by itself.

Imnal has now been completely exiled.

Milo felt there was no need to delve into these details any further, since no one knew exactly when or where the real Carter Garnier died.

If you were to make a list of all the people Imnar has replaced, it would probably circle the Earth several times over.

……

After making a brief appearance at the law enforcement office, Milo slipped away again.

He found Grasso.

And I gave her a simple little task.

The mission was to infiltrate the Dulles family and uncover the incriminating evidence that Enid had been longing for.

For a thief who can turn invisible, this is nothing more than a piece of cake.

Grasso readily agreed because Milo made it clear that the place where the evidence was stored was the Dulles family's treasury, and she could keep all the other valuables for herself. This was a "permission to commit a crime" from the law enforcement officer, and she had no reason to refuse.

...

After a hasty farewell to Grasso.

The shadows of the seven-man group soon appeared on the walls and floor around Milo.

Eric used sign language to ask Milo a question.

It roughly means: Have you forgotten that there are 7 elusive, vanishing shadows around you?

After all, it would be much more efficient to leave these tasks, such as stealing evidence of the Dulles family’s crimes or searching the files of someone named Tuttis Crow, to the seven-man team.

……

To this, Milo simply shook his head and said:
"Don't rush... I'm arranging things one by one. Your skills and methods shouldn't be wasted on trivial matters like finding people and stealing photos."

He paused, rubbed his nose with his fingers, and then continued:

"The stench in this city is getting worse and worse. Do you remember what Imnar said before he left? He cursed me, which is tantamount to declaring war. He said that in the future my followers and his believers would wage an endless war of slaughter." Henry gestured—"Isn't that something that's a long way off?"

“Who said that?” Milo glared at Henry’s shadow and shook his head. “Its true form has been banished, but its scent is everywhere in this city, even stronger than in the Imitation World. Its followers or kin should have already arrived in Nanwei City. Gentlemen, this is what you should be doing.”

Milo shrugged: "I can't expect Enid to handle these things, can I?"

Eric gestured in sign language—"So it was just to get her away, I see."

Nearby, the shadows of Jones, Garcia, and others on the wall were already rubbing their hands together, it seemed these exiled souls couldn't stay still for a moment.

According to them, this has nothing to do with professionalism, but is simply about seeking a "feeling of being alive".

Eric solemnly gestured to Milo, asking, "What if we find those so-called believers or their families?"

Milo's answer was incredibly concise and clear: "Kill them without mercy."

The seven shadows surrounding him nodded, then slowly faded away and disappeared from sight.

……

...

Time flies when you're out having fun.

Throughout the day, Milo carried out his tasks methodically.

Meanwhile, he was also waiting for the Scarlet Witch to reappear, but unfortunately, he did not see that scarlet robe appear in the corner of the street until dark.

However, Milo wasn't in a hurry.

Actually, he wasn't sure whether he should tell the Scarlet Witch about the Abyss. Since the Scarlet Witch was currently playing hide-and-seek, he could use this time to think it over.

……

At nightfall.

Henry, the bespectacled member of the group of seven, returned to Milo's side.

He brought back some new information for Milo.

It is not about Imnar's followers and their families.

Henry said he had encountered a hunter.

Yes, the Hunter Organization, which had disappeared for a year, has returned. Those fanatical people, each equipped with strange weapons, are back.

Milo was not surprised by this.

He roughly knew what the hunters' duties were, and with Nanwei City almost being replaced by Imnar, Milo was actually somewhat surprised by the hunters' lateness.

These guys should have arrived long ago.

……

When Milo asked how he determined that the other person was a hunter...

Henry said he will always recognize the guy who shot him—Monquia.

However, he also said that the guy had clearly noticed the presence of these shadows, but this time Monquia did not attack them and calmly chose to ignore them.

"My advice is not to get too close to these lunatics. It would be best to find an opportunity to arrest them all and lock them up in a mental hospital. They're all acting strangely."

The above suggestions were made by Henry, who is slightly vengeful and cunning.

Milo also chose to ignore this.

"Focus on your own business. Those hunters are here to help you with your workload. Behave yourselves."

……

This is indeed the case.

The hunters who entered the territory of Nanwei City quickly began hunting down the followers of Imnar, who had also recently arrived.

Not only Imnar's followers and their kin, but under their iron-blooded scythes, no creature connected to the dark world has a chance to escape.

In contrast, Milo, a local known as the executioner and guardian, was much gentler in his attitude toward these people who walked the edge of the shadows.

Or perhaps he simply couldn't be bothered to care before.

Because he knew that the church was doing the same work, except that Dirasha was not as brutal as the hunters. He would bring those who were on the verge of losing their way back to the church. Whether he used love to redeem them or some other method to bring them back to the embrace of the Golden Tree, that was beyond Milo's knowledge.

"Speaking of which, there's been absolutely no movement from Dirasha's side."

Milo muttered something to himself.

Logically speaking, this should be the busiest time for this servant of the gods.

……

(End of this chapter)