Terra Hotline, crime simulator

[Some meaningless prayers, she tried to comfort people's panic, and you will soon tell Mrs. Sicily with practical actions that there are many funerals waiting for her. ]

[Inadvertently, your eyes met with hers, and she gave you a smile of relief that was unique to juniors. You felt disgusted in your heart, because the real bottom line of the city-state judge is to serve the Gray Hall, while the old woman Located above the Gray Hall. ]

[Mrs. Sicily is laughing, indicating that she wants you to get rid of her... Richard... you know what to do...]

Richard almost grabbed the shovel and went straight up to fuck her.

........

"Lavinia, I want to go to Central Park alone for a while. You go home and wait for me."

Richard found Lavinia after the funeral and expressed that he wanted to be alone.

"No, I can't leave you alone. Your injuries haven't healed yet."

Lavinia shook her head.

"Just for a moment, Nia, you know me, sometimes I like to be alone with my thoughts."

"Okay... well, then you have to be careful. Wait, you can take this."

Lavinia is still clear about Richard's behavior. After all, when he goes to college, this guy likes to live in his own world. Being able to accept living with her is a big step in Richard's lifestyle habits. .

"Nice jumping knife, I will engrave your name on it in the future."

Richard put away the jumping knife given by Lavinia and drove to Shade Park.

...........

Chapter 27 Zaro

"Come out... there's no need to hide, I know you're following me."

Deep in the tree-shaded park, Richard was sitting on a bench and suddenly said to the air around him.

As the words fell, the surrounding environment became much darker, and the moonlight above his head became brighter and brighter.

After getting clean, a giant black wolf condensed from black mist appeared in front of Richard, its blood-red eyes looming in the darkness.

"Observe carefully, bloodthirsty mad wolf. From the moment I appeared, you were not afraid of me. Do you... know who I am?"

Zaro's voice had a wild growl, but Richard smiled and shook his head:

"I don't know you, why don't you introduce yourself first?"

"Then listen up, bloodthirsty mad wolf, I am Zaro, born before civilization, wandering on the earth, I am an immortal ancient existence, the lord of the wolf pack, the embodiment of the wilderness... ....”

"And Lapland's dogs."

Richard added abruptly.

"......What did you say?"

Zaro took a step forward with his paw. He felt that Richard was offending him, and it was intentional.

"Hahahaha... It's really interesting. I always thought that you beast ancestors usually don't directly participate in human games. Why did you come to me tonight? Is it because I am about to kill all your fangs? ?”

Richard just wanted to laugh for some reason, maybe because he finally had an audience to appreciate his work of art.

"So you know me...the bloodthirsty mad wolf. You have some mental problems. If it doesn't work, go find a psychiatrist."

After living for many years, this was the first time for Zaro to see such a young man. Not only did he recognize his own essence, but he also knew his... fangs.

Ever since the birthday party massacre, Zaro had gone out personally and had been observing Volsini. It was not until the massacre at the Grand Hotel the night before yesterday that Zaro noticed Richard, who appeared to be a judge's assistant but was secretly an assistant to the judge. A murderous madman.

But now it seems that all my previous views on the mad wolf in front of me have to be overturned. This madman seems to know something.

"Crazy Wolf, are you the fang of another wolf master? I have never seen such an irrational fang as you. I don't know which compatriot raised you."

"You...you're insulting me, Zaro."

Richard narrowed his eyes and looked at Zaro. He couldn't explain why, but the Wolf Lord felt an indescribable fear from him.

This guy is definitely no ordinary Luper!

"I'm not a pet raised by you idiots, and I'm not interested in playing family games with you. Get out of my way now, and I can pretend that nothing happened."

Ow-!

A wolf howl that was about to tear out the eardrums echoed throughout the Shade Park, and Zaro's tone carried a serious threat:

"Watch your words, wolf cub, I can kill you right now."

"Kill me...hahaha..."

Richard laughed out loud,

"You can try, Zaro, as long as the other wolf masters don't think this is against the family's game rules. Besides, my God, you actually think I'm afraid of death?!"

"......"

Zaro was silent for a while, then said in a low voice:

"At first I thought you belonged to the wilderness and killed for food. Now I realize that you belong to nothing and your killing is meaningless."

"Okay, okay... I hate discussing philosophical issues with others, especially wild animals like you, Zaro, why are you looking for me?"

Richard bowed his hands and skipped the topic.

"Be my next fang. Bernardo's son is really too weak. He will probably do nothing in the future. You, go and be Bernardo's adopted son. I will explain all this to him and let him After his death, he will pass on the title of head of the family to you."

Zaro's tone was non-negotiable.

"...Excuse me, what did you say?"

Richard suspected that his ears had heard wrongly.

"For thousands of years, human language has not changed much. Or is it that you can't understand human language?"

"Has the Beast Ancestor's brain been deteriorating for thousands of years? Do you think I will agree?"

Richard asked rhetorically.

"You like killing, I can kill for you, as long as you help me win this game, I can fulfill any wish you have in the future."

"No, I don't like killing, I don't like it at all... I'm just going to fulfill some of the requests on the phone."

Richard stood up, and the dim streetlight stretched his shadow.

"Phone...what phone?"

Zaro subconsciously took a step back, his intuition telling him that something bad was about to happen.

Jingle Bell--!

[The phone is ringing, Richard, go answer the damn phone! ]

With empty eyes, Richard walked to the public phone booth in confusion, pointed at the noisy phone and said to Zaro:

"Did you hear that? The phone rang...that's the phone...that called me..."

"It's not ringing! It's a public phone! No one's going to call you!"

The weird scene at the moment made Zaro's hair burst. It's over. This guy probably has some kind of mental problem.

Richard took the phone.

[*Click* There is an uninvited guest in the company. Why don’t you hurry up and check it out and see if you can talk some sense into him. You know what I mean. I’m at No. 324 Northeast Street.

Immediately! *click*]

[Did you hear that?Richard, we have to hurry up and get to work! ]

After hanging up the phone, Richard walked to the car without even looking at Zaro.

"Wait! What are you crazy about?! Stop! I told you to stop!"

As soon as Richard opened the car door, Zaro let out a low growl, and then the latter regretted his decision.

He saw Richard pick it up from the car and put on the rooster hood, turned his neck stiffly, holding the jumping knife that Lavinia gave him in his hand, and slowly approached him.

He can kill himself!

For some reason, Zaro suddenly had such an idea in his mind.

"...I'll give you three chances, Mad Wolf. I will meet you again next time."

Zaro swallowed, stepped back, and disappeared into the black mist.

Chapter 28 Wallach

No. 324 Northeast Street is a billiards club. Behind it is the Xiali family, a large family that started in the textile and clothing industry.

But now, there is only one member of the Xiali family alive in the club, and the rest are scattered around the hall like snooker after the tee shot.

Wallach shook off the blood on the Swift Sword, and the metallic smell of the brains of those Shali family members still remained on his face. Next to him, two tall family intimidators watched the surroundings with vigilance. Make sure the operation is stealthy and efficient.

"Let me ask you one last time, where is the missing Colombian now?"

He placed the swift sword on the neck of a middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears. The blade was only one millimeter away from the aorta in the neck. If he moved even slightly away, this guy's blood would smear the entire room. A coat of red paint.

"I...don't know, sir, I swear to Mrs. Sicily, I really have never seen that guy, and I know nothing about the car accident that happened the night before yesterday..."

Feeling the chill on his neck, the head of the Charlie family poured out all the information he knew, for fear that his next words would become his last words.

"Really, sir, you see, tonight is so long and wonderful, so we have plenty of time to talk about the killer disguised as a Texas family member..."

Wallach left a wound on his neck. The wound was not deep but very effective. The blood washed away the few sanity of the horned man. He closed his eyes and tried his best to recall some important details that he had heard from his subordinates before.

"When we felt it...the driver's body had been charred along with the car wreckage, and the second person was not seen at all. Later, the Bellone family felt the scene, but did not see their family judge. .....I guess they thought it was a bomb attack and maybe another family was targeting the Texas family..."

“The Bellone family didn’t notify the judge to arrive at the scene immediately!?

These idiots haven't figured it out yet. This is not a war between families at all. There is a murderer who is killing the family as fat meat on the chopping board!And you are still fighting among yourself! "

Wallach, who was slightly out of control, pierced the guy's neck directly and gave him a painful blow. Feeling the warm blood on his face, his heart became cold.

When many people still associated the massacre of the Texas envoys and the bloody massacre that occurred some time ago with the disputes between some families, Wallach, who had a keen intuition, realized the seriousness of the problem.

First the own Rossetti family, then the Saluzzo family, then the Volsini's ruling Bellone family, and finally the Texan family from Colombia...

Is it possible that this madman plans to massacre all the twelve families of Syracuse?

Yes, contrary to Lavinia's belief that the attack was caused by an external force, Wallach always believed that these massacres were the work of one person.

It's outrageous, but Wallach's experience as a killer all the way to second-in-command in the Rossetti family tells him that it's right.

"Sir, where is the head of the family..."

Seeing Wallach kill the last person, one of the intimidators came to him with an erratic tone.

"I hid it from her first. Now that Mrs. Sicily appears here, all the families dare not make any big moves..."

When, when, when......

At this time, the sound of the alloy bat hitting the iron railing of the stairs attracted the attention of the three people present, and an inexplicable sense of oppression filled their hearts.

Richard appeared wearing a rooster hood, and Wallach read some sarcastic meaning from his cute feathered beast eyes:

"Aren't you looking for me? I'm right here."

Wallach stood up, clenched the swift sword in his hand, and ordered the two intimidators:

"Go on, destroy him, and remember to catch him alive."

The two intimidating Hercules took action almost at the same time. Even though Richard was much smaller than them, they did not feel neglected at all.

The strong man rushing in front kept his attention on the baseball bat in Richard's right hand, and he soon died. Richard stabbed his neck with the jumping knife in his left hand, and the body fell with a heavy sound. sound.

But the second strongman came over quickly with his fist, and Richard blocked it with his bat.

There was a clang, leaving deep marks on the alloy bat. The latter was forced to take a big step back and almost fell down.

Before Richard could regain his composure, Wallach struck with his swift sword. He was like a surgeon, and each strike was extremely precise, enough to cripple Richard's wrist.

And when Richard charges up to attack him, that damn Hercules will always appear at this time and block the blow for Wallach with his finger tiger.

The two of them complemented each other, aiming to destroy Richard, but Richard began to struggle. Gradually, the speed of swinging the stick slowed down visibly.

After once again deflecting the finger tiger's attack, Richard threw a baseball bat at the strongman's head, reached for the pool cue on the table, and now he had a spear.

The strong man reached out and grabbed the club. Just as he was secretly rejoicing that he had a well-fitting weapon, Richard's spear pierced his chest, and blood flowed out. He looked down at himself in disbelief. wound, and after grunting, the body fell off the club.

It's 1v1 time.

Wallach let out a war cry and stabbed Richard in the face with his sword. Now he had to make sure he could survive this murderous maniac.

The sword collided with the club, and most of the fragile wooden pole was stabbed diagonally, and then stabbed at the latter's head smoothly. Wallach succeeded.