Son of the Tower

Chapter 134 The Tracker Ron

Ron was woken up by a phone call in the middle of the night. Considering that his colleague Lao Kang would not come to him if he had nothing to do, it must be a big deal to find him.

Glancing out the window, the rain was much lighter, so Ron put on Xia Chang's police uniform, took off the poncho from the hanger at the door, put it on, and ran downstairs.

Ron is an exchange student of the police in the Northern Republic of Westland and Southern Thailand. He just joined New Hangzhou two months ago. He originally thought that this was an idle job given by the Southern Thai police to deal with him, but he did not expect that since a week ago, this The murders came one after another, and today, Ron felt that another unlucky guy must have been slaughtered.

I still remember when I was young in Copenhagen, my father, uncles and grandfather always had to go to work in the middle of the night because of various things. In the words of my counterparts in southern Thailand, it is--thank you for your help. Midnight overtime pay, don't let me find you, if I find you, I'll break your legs in three.

However, when he considered that all the gangsters were killed, Ron felt that this person would die if he died. Anyway, gangsters deserve to die. Don't talk about humanity with me, gangsters have no humanity, and they don't deserve to be treated gently.

Thinking of this, Ron went downstairs, just in time to see Lao Kang's police car approaching.

Old Kang's surname is Kang, and his name is Kang En. He is an elf half-breed, and he is Ron's predecessor.

As soon as the car stopped, Ron jumped into Lao Kang's car.

"Good guy, I saw lunch." When he got into the co-pilot, Ron saw the chicken legs of the Big Mac Chicken Drumstick Burger chain store in New Hangzhou. Colleagues kindly call them night lunches. In other words, if you see it, you are ready to work overtime until all night today.

Don't be unhappy, the police are used to it, and Ron was used to it when he was young-as a child of a police family, his father, uncles and grandfather would often carry these chicken legs and step on the little tail of the night go home.

So these drumsticks, for a long time, were Ron's breakfast.

Having said that, the taste is not bad, but for Ron who has already had an appetite in New Hangzhou, this food is not as delicious as the midnight fried noodles with beef balls at the Lin Kee noodle stall.

But don't be picky, it's impossible for a guy who is really picky to be a policeman. Ron reached out and took out a chicken leg, and asked Lao Kang, "Did you not have fried noodles today?"

He shook his head: "Lin Chenggong is in the hospital and injured."

injured?Ron immediately thought of the gangsters messing around. A few years ago, the eastern hillbillies in the suburbs of Copenhagen fought. The two sides fired dozens of bullets. As a result, neither of them had any accidents. It was the unlucky guy on the seventh floor watching the excitement on the side of the road. He ate a stray bullet, and the bullet entered through his left eye, painting the back of his head and his life on the ceiling.

Lao Kang threw the police report in front of Ron, and then started the police car: "But what we are doing now has nothing to do with Lin Chenggong, because he is dead."

"Dead people, in Copenhagen, dead people are not a problem, the problem is that dead people come back to life." Looking at the first warning notice, Ron noticed the guy with a sloppy face on the first notice, as well as his body. Sportswear: "I think this guy is wearing a sportswear. Is he a teacher?"

"Yes, Gao Jian, the physical education teacher of the high school of New Hangzhou Comprehensive College in District [-], or you can call his real name, Kiryu Jian." Facing the red light, Lao Kang drove the police car from the intersection with the police lights on. whizzed by.

"Kiryu Ken, this is the name of a person from Four Islands. Why did he pretend to be you from southern Thailand?" Ron asked curiously.

"Who knows, but he and the deceased below him are brothers, which may explain why you are." Old Kang replied.

So he glanced at the second follow-up notice, Kiryu Touma, died at home, and three fellow bodyguards were killed together, and his identity was the leader of the distribution team under the criminal organization Dead Eye.

Ron raised his eyebrows—in less than a week, the leader of the distribution team of a criminal organization and several of his subordinates were all killed... No, there are still two lucky ones.

Thinking of this, Ron turned his head to look at Lao Kang: "What's the matter between Boss Lin and that kid named Chris before?"

"Lin Chenggong is our man, and Chris is our child."

Our people, in the police world, mean fish at the bottom, and they can still be called their own people after they sink to the bottom.

And our children are even more serious, which means that the children of Shenbotuyu have taken over the tasks of their parents.

So Lao Kang's answer made Ron gasp: "He co-authored this murderer and picked someone to kill."

"You can't say that, but the witness protection procedure has been activated. Lin Chenggong revealed the safe house of Kiryu Touma, but when our people passed by, his team leader had just died."

This answer made Ron pay attention to the autopsy report at the bottom of the notice.

Died at around ten forty at night... Ron glanced at his watch, good guy, was it half an hour ago.

………………

Lao Kang parked his car directly outside the gate of the residential area. The security guards here have been replaced by their peers. After inspection, Ron followed Lao Kang to the deepest part of the residential area—a single-story small building. building.

Good guy, there is such a single-storey small building in this kind of high-rise residential area, how much does this house cost.

Ron muttered in his heart, and at the same time expressed a certain degree of awe at the wallets of rich people who could spend money randomly.

Following Lao Kang through the second inspection line, Ron met his colleague at the door—a tracking expert from New Suzhou, a very capable woman with her long hair coiled, A beautiful hairpin fixed her hair. In Ron's opinion, this rabbitman, who seemed to be half-western half-blood, stood with his arms crossed, standing beside policeman Lin Yunsu, and looked at Luo with an indescribable gaze. kindness.

And this is a white-haired witch - this is what Xilu, especially Xilubei, means that this is an albino psyker.

In Xilu, I don’t know which generation it is. Recently, albinism broke out in the blood of several psychic families. In this era, albinism is not a big problem, but it proves that these psychic families were They were all married to a certain family of psykers with albinism, and then the children of this generation returned to their ancestors concentratedly.

I don't know if this is from the same origin.

Ron was thinking wildly here, and Superintendent Lin Yunsu greeted him: "Ron, come here, let's get to know your seniors, wait a minute and watch the performance of the two of you."

Ron pointed to himself, and then realized belatedly: "You mean he didn't destroy the scene, which means he left in a hurry."

As a young tracker, Ron hurriedly walked up to this young colleague: "Ron Belfast, newcomer, just joined the New Hangzhou Police Force a month ago."

"Lingguo, Mr. Ron, good morning." This Lingguo said while hugging her chest, and she didn't feel the weight of the pounds of fat on her chest pressing her hands.

However, Ron would not be as knowledgeable as this rabbit girl. In the field of tracking experts, Ron was a rookie after all, and she was a senior after all.

So, since the senior wants to see the strength of the junior, let's start.

"Do you want me to clear the scene?" Inspector Lin Yunsu asked with a smile.

"No, if you're here, Inspector, come along." After Ron finished speaking, he flipped his left hand, and an ancient gold coin of the Northern Kingdom appeared in his hand.

Being an expert on tracking, communicating elements, and reconstructing past times was a job Ron had been doing for several years, and he was gifted enough that he sometimes even helped his father.

The young man threw out the gold coin. At this moment, the arrogance on that Lingguoer's face finally disappeared, and she nodded slightly.

The light in the room went out for an instant, until the gold coins fell to the carpet.

The lights in the room were turned on again, and Ron saw a phantom standing at the door. It was the bodyguard who had been killed. When Ron came in, in order to avoid touching his body, he walked aside and was moved away as a whole. glass wall channel.

"Overall reconstruction, a very excellent method, Superintendent Lin, I seem to apologize for my underestimation of people before." Ling Guoer finished speaking to Superintendent Lin with a smile, and then nodded to Ron: "Welcome Join the Southern Thai Police Force, a young member of the Hagelberg family."

"Thank you, but if I'm not mistaken, our Mr. Murderer is about to make his debut, so don't talk, we are the audience." Having said that, Ron smiled and nodded to his senior, and then He looked sideways at the back door.

At the same time, the back door opened silently, and what appeared in the eyes of the three pursuers was a figure wrapped in a black torn robe, and then a small black thing, which could not be distinguished.

At the moment of witnessing, the lights in the room began to flicker, and from the back door, frost and snow crystals began to appear in the corridor, and the figure wrapped in black robe walked into the room slowly, and the little thing followed it.

Watching them start to work, he first killed the security guard in the room through the wall with the gun in his hand, and then attacked No.2 security guard from behind. When he killed the third security guard with a long sword, Ron suddenly I found myself in trouble.

Reaper, yes, the existence of this structure is extremely dangerous in the traces constructed by the trackers, which means that this murderer once dived deep into the era of great destruction, and his soul is polluted by looking directly at the existence of gods ... This is a very dangerous pollution.

And this killer architecture called Reaper is a derivative of this point.

It would take the place of the normally constructed humanoid, repeating his kills in tracking time, including the extra hapless ones—say, a certain Hagelberg douchebag and his two opposite-sex colleagues.

The question now is not who dies first, but how to survive.

It seems difficult.

So Ron asked himself, should I have called for help before the knife came to me?

(End of this chapter)