Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 853 Arrested...

The cries for help from the descendants of the gods were very high-pitched and sharp, but the incarnations of the sacred artifacts were not much better off than the fat men; they were also in dire straits.

In the area bathed in the daylight-like blessed light of the sky behind them, intermittent gunshots and the sound of metal objects falling could be heard coming from the clouds.

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It should be noted that on that unassuming little ship returning from the Western continent, besides Night Demons, who were experts at bullying the weak, there were also some ruthless individuals who specifically targeted the toughest opponents, such as the red-haired female chief enforcer.

The descendants of the gods are indeed suffering, but aren't the incarnations of the sacred objects hidden behind the clouds and golden light also suffering?

The descendants are weak adults with all their limbs intact but malnourished, while the incarnations of the sacred objects are children whose minds have not yet developed but who have been endowed with great power. When the latter are beaten, they will not even feel resentment, and will more likely run away crying loudly.

A similar scene had already occurred once before, when Milo and his group had just set off to leave the Southern Territory, so the sight of the "divine messenger" running away in a panic was not surprising at all.

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Yan enjoys torturing people, both mentally and physically. This is something the Blood Feud Exchange System drives him to do, just like how he treated the twin vampire siblings from Cainhurst City. He may not be very good at it, but he enjoys it immensely because he has little empathy.

As for Rebecca, her behavior can be understood as a pure worship of force.

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The one with a revolver, a crowbar, and a rag doll hanging from his waist was not very interested in these inferior products of the gods' pleasure and had already entered the port of Nanwei City.

He held tiny Daisy in one arm, and Daisy quietly rested her dirty, blood-stained face on Milo's shoulder.

She didn't mind others seeing the scars and bloodstains on her body and face; since these marks couldn't be washed away, there was no need to cover them up.

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It was just dusk in Nanwei City.

When Milo arrived at the Nanwei City dock, he happened to encounter a law enforcement scene.

I found out after making some inquiries that a prostitute, while soliciting customers in a sailor's area, discovered some ugly, bloated beast crawling out of the water and into the warehouse.

The screams attracted the city guards and law enforcement officers.

A burst of gunfire rang out.

And so this thing came about, with crowds gathering to watch it along the riverbank.

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Oh right, don't forget that Milo's identity in Nanwei City is still that of a law enforcement officer. He is also wearing the black trench coat of the law enforcement team. Even the law enforcement officers in this Nanwei City created by Enid still recognize him. As the highest-ranking criminal investigation team law enforcement officer present, Milo leaned over and took a look at the "beast corpse" that was riddled with bullets and lying in the middle of the road.

"Um--"

He instinctively felt that such a bloody scene shouldn't be seen by a child, so he covered Daisy's eyes.

Daisy reached out and poked Milo's hand to express her confusion.

Milo patted Daisy's head, looked at the "beast" riddled with bullet holes in the middle of the road, and asked the surrounding law enforcement officers:
"Did you arrest a SpongeBob SquarePants?"

Milo was quite familiar with the enforcement efforts of the local law enforcement officers in Nanwei City, but it was still rare to see the descendants of the gods riddled with bullets.

That's right, the "beast" discovered by J was one of the three brothers, descendants of the gods, who inexplicably entered Nanwei City after falling into the sea from the other side of the Dreamland. He escaped the Night Demon's humiliation by chance, but could not escape the New Year's-style enforcement of the law enforcement officer.

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"Excuse me, excuse me, gentlemen, please don't disrupt the event. Please cooperate, thank you."

Law enforcement officers carrying heavy boxes of evidence-gathering equipment squeezed into the crowd, and their colleagues dispersed some of the onlookers, but more and more reporters arrived after hearing the news, and the road was soon completely blocked.

The autopsy officer knelt down beside the body with practiced ease, opened his heavy, multi-layered toolbox, and professionally removed tissue fragments, blood samples, hair, fingerprints, and other evidence from the corpse. He also quickly jotted down some of the deceased's facial features in his notebook, muttering to himself:

"Around 40 years old...male...descendant of the gods...pure bloodline...hmm—"

...

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Milo bent down slightly and turned his head to look at the professional and serious coroner's face, and added enthusiastically: "He was shot 72 times, and the fatal wounds were the three shots to the head, which were very precise."

“Oh, that’s right, thank you.” The autopsy officer remained focused, diligently taking notes.

At this moment, someone in the surrounding law enforcement team whispered, "That's right, I fired those three shots to the head, gentlemen."

Subsequently, law enforcement officers from multiple different directions unanimously shouted:

"Shut up, Butch!"

Including Milo.

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Sensing Daisy's confusion in his arms, Milo explained, "I guess this must be some kind of disordered order in Enid's dream again."

Every law enforcement officer must reflexively berate Butch at the right time.

Even those in positions of power like Milo are no exception. It's clear that the order of this city is indeed determined by the Dream Weavers.

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At this moment, the young law enforcement officer in charge of collecting evidence finally noticed and recognized Milo. He looked up at Milo, then at the little girl Milo was holding, and paused for a while, stammering, "Hmm—wait, what? Uh…"

Milo patted Amirda on the shoulder and teased, "You seem to be fitting in pretty quickly, Amirda."

“It’s Adamir, thank you.” The other person politely but awkwardly pushed Milo’s hand away.

"Your name is a bit of a mouthful, so I'll call you 'Nan Niang' from now on."

Milo spoke leisurely as he left the crowded area.

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At this moment, because everyone's attention was drawn to the descendants of the gods who had been turned into SpongeBob SquarePants on the shore, no one noticed that an unfamiliar ship was rising from the sea.

Milo stood on the shore and gestured to the ship, indicating that they should head towards the church.

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Soon after, the group arrived at the foot of the church bridge.

After mooring the boat at the mouth of the canal, Rick and his men moved the man who had once belonged to the church back into the depths of the empty cathedral.

Dillah's remains were placed beneath a sculpture of an upside-down golden tree.

Milo wasn't sure if it made sense, but he trusted Daisy's judgment—that the battle of exile to the Deep was not the final fate of the divine body.

The inverted golden tree totem left by the deep shadows is still deeply imprinted on Dillah, echoing the sculpture above and below.

Just like the church hall beneath our feet, there are no longer the melodies of hymns and the radiance of blessings; all that remains is deathly silence.

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With everyone's help, Diracho was transported to the depths of the Unseen Land, just as he had been sent to the Worship Pit when he was severely injured. His divine body would once again be "stored" in the Worship Pit, returning to the embrace of the Golden Tree's former graveyard. Perhaps similar miracles will occur again in the future...

“His will is still intact, he just needs some time. I have been observing this altar during this time. Don’t worry, he will be fine staying at the bottom of the pit.”

Emma appears.

As she talked about the worship pit, she naturally and without any awkwardness took Daisy from Milo's hands, holding the dirty little girl in her arms, who was wrapped in a tattered robe and barefoot. With her other hand, she skillfully straightened Milo's collar.

These two people, who seemed to have never crossed paths in their memories, were behaving as if they knew each other very well.

This was somewhat unexpected for Milo, but actually, it wasn't too surprising.

Thinking back on all the guidance he had received since entering the Dreamland, apart from the clues left by the Scarlet Witch, all the remaining information came from the Eye of Thinking and Emma. To say that there was no connection between the two of them would seem rather unreasonable to Milo.

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"Are we just going to leave him inside and not care about him?"

Rick cautiously approached the edge of the worship pit, poking his head out to peek into the pitch-black bottom.

Before he could finish speaking, Wendigo, who was standing nearby, had already dragged Dillah Shaw over by the head in his mouth and thrown him down.

bang——

After a long while, a muffled thud came from the bottom of the worship pit.

After finishing his work, Wendigo turned and left with a satisfied gait, his steps slightly off-center.

Rick shook his head regretfully and muttered to himself:
"Wouldn't it shatter into pieces if it fell like that... I should have cut off a piece to taste. The protein from a divine body... the texture should be different, what a pity."

Emma did say that Dillashaw wouldn't have any problems staying at the bottom of the worship pit, but she didn't say that just throwing him in like that wouldn't cause any problems...

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"The Golden Tree has already enjoyed a glorious life in the world of lucidity. Perhaps the upside-down Golden Tree is destined to be reborn in the Dream Weaver's City of Nanwei. Wouldn't that be fair?"

Emma spoke thoughtfully, gently placing her hand on Daisy's back, and in less than a few minutes, she coaxed Daisy to sleep.

She gently stroked Daisy's blood-stained cheek as if she were holding her own child, every movement radiating tenderness and maternal warmth.

But the words they utter are a completely different style:
“Defending this city will not be an easy task. We still have many blood debts to settle and too many powerful figures to kill. But we can only take it slowly. During the time you were away, I often felt that there were hidden eyes watching this city.”

"I think it's most likely one of our old enemies. The defeat of the Three Goddesses is no secret. You all have seen how corrupt the faith system in the Southern Territory is. In the eyes of those in power, this place is just a piece of fat meat waiting to be slaughtered."

"So everyone, make good use of this breathing space, rest and recuperate, because the real trials have just begun."

"This time, I will not only win, I will also kill them."

(End of this chapter)