Miss Assassin is heavily addicted

Chapter 18. The First Appearance of Justice

after an hour.

—In front of the Baplo Company, in the Kobollo neighborhood—

More than twenty police cars were parked here, their blue and red lights piercing the surrounding darkness. The cordon stretched for hundreds of meters around the block, and officers were walking back and forth investigating the scene, discussing details and clues. Paramedics were also carrying away the wailing thugs on stretchers.

"My balls..."

The tiger, Bapulo, howled in pain on the stretcher, tears streaming down its face as it was carried away, surrounded by its fellow sufferers.

The children sat innocently by the roadside, watching the bustling crowd, remaining small and docile. Occasionally they whispered amongst themselves, not daring to speak loudly, because adults from the National Security Bureau were watching them from both sides.

"I'm so hungry..."

"Can't we go home yet?"

The little ones are free, but they don't know when they'll be able to go home.

Tonight, the destruction of the Baplo Credit Company seems unusual. Nearly a hundred police officers have arrived, and they are struggling to put out the fire, which was only extinguished twenty minutes ago.

The focus shifts back.

A police car drove into the cordon at that moment, bearing the distinctive griffin family crest. Upon seeing it, Officer Laun, who had a small belly, immediately ran forward and opened the car door.

"Hoo, sir, good evening! I'm Ron Cher from the Sheriff's Division patrol team. I was the first officer to arrive at the scene. Please feel free to ask me anything!"

As she finished speaking, her long, silver-gray hair fluttered in the wind.

The first thing to emerge from the car door was the skin of a fair calf. The young woman who stepped out of the car was wearing a smart winter police uniform, and the white soles of her shoes were stained black in an instant as they stepped on the muddy ground.

Isabel's gaze was calm, her long, silver-gray hair gently tucked behind her ear, and she nodded in greeting.
"Good evening, Officer Laun. Could you please explain the current situation?"

"Yes!"

The middle-aged police officer, with thinning hair, focused intently as he walked alongside her at the scene, diligently reporting:

"First, the company attacked was a private lending company called Baplow Credit. Their president, Baplow, was 45 years old and unmarried. He was confirmed dead 40 minutes ago with a gunshot wound to the forehead."

"The crime was committed by a group of 37 people, all of whom were poor... 13 people have been arrested so far, and the Criminal Investigation Department is making every effort to arrest more criminals."

Laun followed patiently, explaining as he went, holding various excerpts of the confessions in his hands.

However, Isabel, the highest-ranking official tonight, seemed not to be listening, her eyes simply surveying her surroundings without uttering a word.

Laun understood that this young and promising colonel had his own ideas, and he wouldn't hold a grudge.

Laun continued speaking as long as she didn't tell him to stop.

"According to on-site statistics, there are a total of 27 injured and 3 dead. Their identities are still under investigation. The fire on the third floor destroyed many details, and we cannot determine more details about the deceased at this time."

"At the same time, we discovered a prison-like structure beneath the company, raising the possibility that this company was involved in human trafficking..."

Laun's voice lingered in my ears.

As Isabel walked, she looked around at the scene. Her gaze swept over the police officers who were lying on the ground, covered in soot, fighting the fire. It swept over the thugs groaning on stretchers and over the group of homeless people in the corner, who were being guarded by four or five police officers.

And there are helpless children not far away.

Indeed, the situation is complicated.

The moonlight was hazy, and the lights of the police cars shone brightly.

"Who is the main culprit? What is their motive?" Isabel asked softly.

"Uh... that's a long story."

Upon hearing this question, Officer Lawn scratched his head with mixed feelings. According to his investigation, all the arrested homeless men unanimously tearfully claimed that they were innocent victims who had been deceived.

“The mastermind seems to be a sheriff named Marlens,” Officer Lawn said with a sigh. “But I had someone check the department’s files, and there’s no such person. He’s just a fraudster—he used his position as sheriff to incite this group of homeless people to rob the Baplo Credit Company, and that’s how this happened.”

"This is what happened."

"As for the motive, according to the other officers' search reports, there were no signs of forced entry into the company's safe. Most of the looted wealth was the work of these homeless people. Sergeant Malrance seems not to have taken anything, he merely..."

"Just that?" Isabel asked, puzzled.

"He just shot a few people, then went into the underground prison and freed those kids, bringing them out and telling them he wanted to take them home. He was a very, very upright person—well, I mean, that's what the kids said."

Officer Lawn awkwardly explained that he wasn't on the side of the criminals, but that the kids were genuinely speaking so excitedly.

"..." After a long pause, Isabel nodded. "I understand. Thank you for your hard work."

“It’s not hard work. If there’s nothing else, I’ll go back to my post, sir.” Officer Laun saluted and left, and soon she was the only one left standing in the central area.

Busy guys are everywhere.

"Damn it, that damned Marlens, I don't want to see you again!" the homeless men cursed, slapping their thighs.

"His name isn't Marlens, that's a fake name! I remember that bastard, he, his name is He Ye!"

The tiger in the stretcher area, enduring the pain in his testicles, clenched his fists and cried out with tears in his eyes, proclaiming his true name.

"What's all the noise about? Quiet down!"

The male police officer maintaining order cursed.

Soon the conflict died down on both sides, leaving only the grumbling and complaining of wronged women.

Isabel looked at the nearest officer, her subordinate, and gestured, "Go and get my pen and notebook."

"Yes, sir." He saluted and jogged away. Soon, Isabel had a black pen and a blank sketchbook in her hand.

The facilities in the Kobor neighborhood are very backward, with very few streetlights. Currently, all crime-solving methods rely on interpersonal relationships. If the crime is committed casually, it is very difficult to solve.

Not to mention that the other party is someone who can forge identities.

Isabel, holding a pen and sketchbook, walked up to the group of people who had just spoken and asked, "Could you describe his appearance in detail?"

The homeless men looked at each other, using all the words they could muster to describe the face, and said, "Black hair, fair face, two eyes and one nose, dressed like a rich man."

As soon as she finished speaking, Isabelle began sketching portraits in the book according to the labels, her expressionless skill drawing praise from several officers who were with her.

Then she turned around and walked to the stretcher area.

Could you describe what he looks like?

"Baplow's Tiger," the scarred man cursed through gritted teeth, "a despicable scoundrel, a shifty-eyed wretch, utterly despicable!"

Isabel hesitated for a few seconds, then added facial features to the senses she had just experienced, but from that moment on, she had already strayed far from the original.

A few minutes later.

Isabel tore off the portrait and showed it to the other party for confirmation, while Pavlo's tiger stared wide-eyed!
I'm so ugly!

"Yes, yes, it's disgusting!!"

Isabel paused for a few seconds, then, out of concern, checked with the group of homeless people again. They shook their heads and described the situation in a more subtle way, using only common words—people in the slums seemed to have some mental issues.

Finally, Isabel walked up to the group of children.

Based on the description I just heard, the main culprit, who used the alias Marlens, did only to rescue these kids, and should have had more contact with them and understood them better.

Do you remember the person who rescued you?

Isabel spoke patiently, looking at the group of children in front of her, and crouched down slightly to indicate:
"Can you tell me what he looks like?"

Upon hearing this, the children immediately began to discuss it amongst themselves.

"He's very handsome!"

"So gentle!"

"What a cool older brother!"

"Very tall!"

For children, there seem to be more abstract words, after all, they are the ones who liberated them from the darkness, and there are all sorts of strange filters.

At least there are detailed descriptions.

"Wearing a black British-style trench coat, with blue eyes, he looked... a lot like a school teacher."

Among the group of disheveled children, a little girl dressed in slightly fancy clothes said, with a hint of shyness on her face, she cupped her cheeks in her hands and said, seemingly both welcoming and refusing.

Isabelle has made new progress this time, and the figure in the portrait is getting closer and closer to He Ye himself—but as she draws, she realizes that...

"Gurgle~ (stomach growls)"

A low gurgling sound came from one of the children, as if one of the little ones' stomachs was protesting, and Isabel quickly realized it.

"Yes, I'm sorry," the timid child apologized.

"Darren, go buy some bread from nearby."

She simply stood up and called her subordinates.

"Uh, yeah... now?"

The male police officer next to him seemed somewhat resistant.

“I will reimburse you for that money. Now, drive there.”

Isabel spoke succinctly, pointing to the police car, her expression calm yet conveying an undeniable command.

"Yes!" He hurriedly ran away again.

Just then, several more police cars drove in. The first to get out was a portly middle-aged police superintendent. He hurriedly got out of the car and looked at the ruins of the Baplo Credit Company, as if some treasure trove had been destroyed, his eyes filled with shock.

"How could this happen..." the middle-aged police superintendent muttered.

Officer Lawn, with keen insight, approached again and saluted:
"Sir, good evening! I'm Ron Cher from the patrol team of the Sheriff's Division. I was the first officer to arrive at the scene. Please feel free to ask me anything!"

The middle-aged superintendent was too lazy to pay attention; he was just dejected and clicked his tongue in frustration when he saw the group of children in the corner.

"How could that be?" he wondered.

Isabel, who was squatting in front of the children, noticed her colleague. Logically speaking, the matter of the Public Security Section should not attract the attention of the Investigation Section, but he was here. There must be a reason... but she didn't know what the reason was.

The moonlight had somehow disappeared behind the clouds, and the thick, inky night might have been quite atmospheric if the fire on the third floor hadn't been extinguished.

"Hasn't the investigation been completed yet...?"

Among the homeless, Riley wept.

"When are you going to take me to the interrogation room? I must confess everything to clear my name and clear my name... Please end the search quickly, sob sob..."

(End of this chapter)