Law Enforcer's Handbook

Chapter 380 The prosthetic bodies are smoking for you!

Every city has its own characteristics.

For example, the second district is a city famous for its nostalgia and retro, where you can taste all the delicacies that existed in the pre-war world, and you can appreciate the cultural heritage left over from the pre-war world, such as knife drawing. .

District [-] naturally has its own unique charm.

You can wander past a long-abandoned warehouse late one night and run into a group of gun-toting gangsters who appear out of nowhere and strip you down to your underpants.

Or sometimes there are no pants left.

It was a night full of customs and customs in the [-]th district. In order to avoid such a thing from happening, Lu Xiang went to an abandoned warehouse in the western suburbs half an hour before the appointment.

There are many places like this, apparently abandoned, but actually gang trading places.

Far away from the urban area, the terrain is remote, no pedestrians will pass by here at night.

If anyone unfortunately turns into a corpse in the dark, the corpse will probably not be discovered until several days later.

While waiting for the two parties to enter the venue, Lu Xiang and Song Lan hid in the factory building of the warehouse and taught him a lot of common sense in the field of crime. She knew all about the cases that happened in this abandoned warehouse. Half a month ago, gang members who smuggled illegal drugs were ambushed by a group of addicts. When the body was found, the face of the deceased could not be put together.

Song Lan was terrified when he heard it, and he sighed that the criminals in the [-]th district were really terrible. As the leader of the swarm, Lu Xiang showed an amazing psychological quality, while vividly describing the various details they found at the scene, while relishing He ate the snacks Song Lan made.

Not long after, the party who made the appointment arrived.

The roar of the motor resounded through the night sky. A group of gangsters in leather jackets and exaggerated hairstyles drove their motorcycles into the warehouse in the western suburbs. Get off the motorcycle.

The leader is tall and burly, wearing short sleeves in the cold weather, showing off his muscular body...

Song Lan also couldn't remember how many similar people he had seen. Most of them ended up lying on the ground before they even had time to tell their names. Their incomparably strong muscles seemed to be just to prove that they were more than ordinary people. Elite monsters that are stronger than passers-by make them look more valuable when they are beaten to the ground.

After parking in line, the leader of the bosozoku clan smiled charmingly, and confidently took out the magic weapon from his waist.

a pistol.

When the leader skillfully loaded the pistol, Song Lan felt a burst of desolation.

In the story Lu Xiang just told, the criminals in District [-] were not like this before. They were well-equipped and well-planned.

And the younger brothers of the Bosozoku leader proved why they didn't find favorable terrain with practical actions.

Under the gaze of the two, they took out iron bars, machetes and other weapons from the back of the motorcycle.

They are all melee units.

These cold weapons immediately set the crime scene back 100 years.

Not long after, a taxi drove slowly towards the warehouse, and finally stopped at the gate.

Just when everyone thought that the people in the car were going to retreat when they saw this posture, the little girl in the co-pilot paid the money, got out of the car without stopping, and went straight to the siege of the bosozoku.

"You guys, who is the big carrot!"

Before the leader of the bosozoku could speak, the angry question echoed in the empty warehouse. The taxi on the street did not hesitate at all, stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"I'm a big carrot head, what, what's wrong?"

The man standing next to the leader of the bosozoku gang boldly said, judging from the number of people, they are 12 to 1, and the other party is a little girl with thin arms and legs. A tall sword.

The long knife is like a collection of rich people who like to auction it at a high price. This little girl looks white and clean. Could it be the daughter of a big company executive?

In fact, they came here today for a purpose. Before leaving, he was almost sure that the other party was Father Bruno's trumpet. Maybe this was their chance to find out the true face of the Void Investigation Bureau, but who would have thought that it would be a little girl.

But it's not bad.

Changing the plan to kidnap a member of the Void Bureau to kidnap the daughter of a company executive can also make a lot of money.

"I ask you, why are you scolding me?"

The wind chime is about to be blown up this afternoon.

This morning, she heard about a website from the comments of one-star rescuers, saying that there is a lot of information about void creatures on this website, as well as some small stories left by "adventurers".

She finished the whole day's work, went back to the apartment and lay down on the bed, registered an account with her mobile phone, opened a bag of potato chips and wanted to read the void story happily, but she didn't expect to be scolded pause.

She has never been scolded like this since she was a child!

Moreover, the reason for insulting her was inexplicable. She just said something that was empty and dangerous for the besieged person, and did not make any inappropriate remarks.

Feng Ling's questioning stumped the bosozoku.

It was the first time someone had asked him such absurd questions that he was spiraling into self-doubt.

Why are you swearing at people online?
Does this need a reason? Of course, if you want to scold, you can scold.

He couldn't think of an answer, so he could only respond with a stronger attitude, "You are the one who scolded!"

Accompanied by his loud answer, the whole world turned upside down from top to bottom. During this wonderful process, he heard screams, the sound of wind, and the sound of broken objects.

The ruins of the wall covered half of his body, and his face was covered with dust.

He smelled blood.

Some liquid started from his forehead, ran across his face, and fell all the way to the ground.

He looked forward, only to see his companions stumbling around on the ground, and all of them were lying motionless on the ground, uncertain of life or death.

Just now... what happened?
He didn't know why he suddenly crossed a distance of more than ten meters and smashed half of the wall at the door.

Wait a minute, it won't be blood that flows down, right?
The bosozoku looked at the back of his hand that was soaked by the liquid in fear, and the bright red mark made him cry out weakly.

"Help, help!"

He bled.

Maybe dying soon.

"Hey, did you see that?"

In the workshop, Song Lan's eyes widened.

"...she drew the knife?"

What happened just now happened too fast, even though Lu Xiang was prepared, he couldn't see how the provocative bosozoku flew out.

That moment was as fast as when Song Lan activated his ability, skipping the process and directly reaching the result.

But this is just too weird.

Shouldn't the person who was cut by the knife be decapitated?
Why does it look more like it was blown out by a heavy object now?
"You really didn't see it?"

Song Lan had to confirm with Lu Xiang again.

"did not see it."

After getting Lu Xiang's affirmative reply again, Song Lan realized where the disobedience in his heart came from - the bosozoku who fell in the ruins was not looking straight ahead, but at the wind chime a few steps away from him.

He completely ignored the distorted face in front of him, pressing his body into the concrete floor with sharp claws.

From its gaping bloody mouth, viscous liquid kept dripping on the top of the bosozoku's head.

But this is probably not the whole picture of the monster.

Most of its body is still hidden in Fengling's saber, and it is conservatively estimated that the complete monster will be several times larger than what he has seen now.

Just now, Feng Ling did draw his sword.

But instead of completing a beautiful slash, it released a small half of the monster's body.

The monster's attention is not on the bosozoku at the moment.

From the moment it came out, it turned its face sideways, and its eyes were fixed on the factory where he and Lu Xiang were hiding from the beginning to the end.

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