Alien paradise

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"Mr. Detective, why don't we continue walking?"

Judy felt that the carriage had stopped for a long time, and Chao, who was sitting opposite her, remained silent, seeming to be thinking about some important issue.

Before the detective came to the door in the afternoon, Judy's heart was beating violently, as if something was about to happen. But when the other party actually showed up and revealed Dan's whereabouts, she could hardly suppress her excitement. Agree to the detective's request - hire a private carriage and head to Golden Street in the north of the city at around 11pm.

Thinking about it now, she was a little too hasty, acting alone with an adult man late at night. If the other party had malicious intentions, she would undoubtedly be in a very passive situation.

She couldn't expect the coachman to help her. After all, she hired a carriage, not a mercenary.

Judy subconsciously touched the back of her waist. There was a dagger hidden there.

If the other party is really coming for her, then she will have to support him even if he dies.

"No, we'll just wait here."

At this time, the detective suddenly spoke.

This was also the first thing he said after getting on the carriage.

For some reason, Judy was greatly relieved - no matter what the other party said, it was better than silence, "Wait? You mean, Dann is nearby?"

The detective fell into a daze again.

Damn it, why is this guy so mysterious! Judy thought angrily that since she entrusted Mr. Detective to find someone, she had also asked several people who knew about this industry, but no one had heard of Mr. Chao's name. After several meetings, she tried to follow the other person to see where he lived in the city. However, every time she lost the target halfway through following him, it was the kind of thing where he was lost out of thin air. For example, when he turned a corner, he disappeared. She was amazed.

In addition, Judy also noticed a detail. Every time the detective saw him, he was dressed exactly the same, as if he only had this set of clothes. At the same time, he has no assistants by his side, and he never takes a carriage when he leaves. This can only mean one thing: Mr. Detective is really poor.

A poor detective means poor performance, and poor performance means it is difficult for him to complete the client's commission, not to mention that the commission is quite difficult.

If Mr. Chao hadn't been very dedicated, asking her about questions about the items left behind by Dan En every time, she might have dismissed him long ago.

Judy opened the curtains and looked out - the street was completely silent at this time, with a few street lamps emitting faint light. When her field of vision expanded slightly, all she saw was pure darkness. The clouds are very thick today, and even the moonlight has lost its brightness as before, and can only illuminate a corner of the sky.

She really couldn't guess where Dann would appear on Golden Street.

"If he is here, why are you sitting still?"

"If you don't want to go to him, tell me the address and I'll go. But the commission must be halved!"

"You are talking!"

After asking for a long time and receiving no response, Judy became anxious.

Suddenly, she caught an unusual flash of fire in the corner of her eye.

After being stunned for a moment, Judy looked out the window again, and then she was surprised to find that there was a faint light on a building at the entrance of the street.

That's...the Sinclair Theater?

It's almost midnight, how could there be anyone in the theater?

unless--

Judy stood up and planned to jump out of the carriage.

But a hand suddenly grabbed her shoulder and pushed her back into her seat.

"Wait here, don't move." The detective said slowly. His five fingers were like iron pliers, making her unable to move.

"Dan is in the theater, right? I remembered... all those serial murders happened late at night. Was he involved because of the investigation? He..." Judy couldn't help but swallowed, "He Was he killed too?"

"As far as I know, not yet."

"Then I'm going to save him!"

"Now is not the time!" the detective said coldly, "Listen, I called you here for no reason, and you can indeed help him, but you must follow my instructions! If you act without authorization now, not only will you send If you lose your own life, you will also harm him!"

Judy shuddered.

Although the other party was just an unknown detective with no background, the words he spoke were inexplicably persuasive. She looked at the detective blankly for a while and nodded slowly.

"Then...can we really save Dane just by sitting on the carriage?"

"Do you think I'm working alone?" The detective lowered the brim of his hat, "Don't worry, the rescue has already begun."

…

"They're coming!"

As the words fell, the first man in blue had already opened the door and rushed into the corridor.

Then he saw an unbelievable scene - the six mice did not run away in a hurry, but all gathered at the door. Not only that, there wasn't even much fear on their faces. Instead, they showed ferocious smiles when they saw themselves!

"Suka Bule, shoot me again!" Anthony held the sword with both hands and struck down with all his strength.

Before the man in blue had time to raise his gun, his head was separated from his body.

"Kill!" The Russian stepped on his body and pounced on the enemy behind him.

"Damn, they didn't run!"

"Get back quickly, these people are coming out!"

"Bayonets, bayonets ready!"

The formation of the men in blue suddenly went into chaos. They didn't expect that the mouse would have the courage to bite them back at this moment! In the past, when they needed to take action, it was always a relaxed and leisurely hunt. All the opponent could do was hide and beg for mercy, and they would find other ways to kill the opponent.

But this time, the mouse showed its fangs.

Bang bang bang!

The rifle fired continuously, and blood spattered on Anthony's body, but he didn't care. After piercing the chest of the enemy in front of him, he wiped the third person's neck with his sword.

"Hahahaha... This is the hunting I long for!" He laughed wildly, "Come on, everyone, join me!"

Taylor and Naruko Asahara took advantage of Anthony to attract all the attention of the man in blue, leaned out from the door, and began to shoot their opponents with crossbows.

Although the crossbow requires manual loading, the things it shoots are as deadly as bullets. Once it is hit, nothing can be moved. No matter how bad it is, it is still a huge bleeding hole.

"Be careful of the enemy on the other side!" Zhou Zhi reminded.

The men in blue who came down from the other side also rushed to the edge of the corridor, and the firepower suddenly became much more intense.

Anthony took more than ten rounds of bullets in a row, and no matter how slow his senses were, his body was unable to support it any longer. His last move was to grab an enemy, bite him hard on the neck, and drag him down with him.

Joe James, who also rushed out, was suppressed and came back, with his right arm broken by a bullet.

"Stand back and stop fighting with them at the door!" Zhang Zhiyuan shouted.

So the remaining five people retreated to the corridor and broke open the doors of the lounge, intending to use these rooms as cover to continue to block the pursuers.

The police captain outside also found that the situation was different from what he thought.

His subordinates seemed to have had a fierce battle with the rats at the entrance of the corridor. Then they actually stopped outside the door, pointing their guns at the corridor, but few of them dared to go in.

"What are you guys dawdling about? Why haven't you gotten rid of the mice yet?" he shouted at the people downstairs.

"Lord Gust, these people... have a problem!" One of his subordinates replied with an embarrassed look.

"what is the problem?"

"They don't seem to be afraid of death!"

"What?" The police captain couldn't help but doubt his ears, "Then you can't shoot?"

The subordinates' expressions became even worse, "We opened fire... but it seemed like they couldn't be killed. They took more than a dozen shots and didn't fall down. They even killed three of us! It's as if the bullets didn't hurt or itch them." …”

"What did you say?" Gust's expression finally changed, "You guys guard the door, I'll be right over."