Livingston's hand left the police insignia.

A minute ago, when the two minutes he had left for Truman were about to expire, he received a call from Albert, in which Albert had clear instructions.

Livingston didn't know the whole thing, although he was curious, he had the idea of finding out the truth of the incident, which was his work ethic as an agent, but in the end he didn't hesitate to give up, for him, Mr. Albert's orders came first, above all else.

Everything about him was given by Albert Estein, and without Mr., there would be no current him.

Knowing that he was on the verge of becoming enchanted, Albert transferred him from the squad and put him in charge of training the new generation of transcendentals, you know, this position Albert himself has been, and his intended successor Leonard has also stayed, Livingston can sit in this position and become the mentor of those future transcendents, giving him the opportunity to train the team, proving that Mr. never gave up on him.

So, he can die for him.

For this reason, it is not a problem to give up work ethics and curiosity.

In the end, though, he stayed, took notes, gave the initiative to the police, and followed the trembling policemen into the building.

All the policemen who entered the small building were all colorless, trembling, and full of fear, even if they had seen a lot of corpses, and even, some of them still had human lives under their hands, after all, there were also many veterans among these policemen, who had participated in battles and experienced a sea of corpses and blood, but at this moment, after stepping into the small building, it was still inevitable to be afraid.

The deaths of those guys were too bizarre, many of them were biting each other to death, and the blood in their mouths had not yet dried up.

Normal people would never be like this!

For most ordinary policemen, in fact, they don't know that extraordinary and mysterious events exist, in the past, most of them were mysterious serial murders like yesterday and the day before yesterday, and there were not many people involved, most people actually spread it as an urban legend, after all, hearing is better than witnessing, as long as the blockade is appropriate, basically, it will not cause any serious impact.

In a scene like the present, many people have been police officers for so many years, but they have never seen it.

Accounts of otherworldly and esoteric events are not available in ordinary libraries, and can only be accessed in the internal libraries of organizations such as Iris or the Templars.

The police were inevitably trembling and terrified.

It's just that there is an order from above, and they have to follow, as for the middle-level cadres of the police, guys like Sheriff Trim, they know a little about extraordinary and mysterious events, they know that Livingston is not an ordinary person, although, Johnny, whom Trim often deals with, has disappeared for some reason, as long as Livingston, who is as thin as a bamboo pole, is still in sight, Trim is not panicked.

There was a tall man on top of it when the sky fell, and he didn't have to worry.

This time, he was at the forefront.

In the eyes of the police, this is the leader of the leader, who is leading by example.

After all, there's a difference between coming with me and you going first.

Yes, if Trim, who led the team, also cowered, the police officers were even more afraid, and even if they had to go in, they would be frightened by some disturbances, and it was not impossible to escape.

In fact, Trim walked in front, the original intention was not to lead by example, he was not the kind of person who could give up his life for work and not be afraid of danger, the reason why he walked in front was only because Livingston and Truman were in front, although he didn't know the origin of Truman, the secretary of the city hall office, but he knew that Livingston was not a simple person, the closer he was to the other party, the safer he was.

If the incident is sudden, Livingston can at least have the ability to fight back, and he can also hide behind this guy and act at the opportunity, if he is at the back or in the middle of the team, far away from Livingston, if he encounters an accident, Livingston is beyond the reach of the whip and cannot be rescued, his companions can't count on it, basically, they can only wait for death.

Now, he has shown his brave side, boosted morale, and on the other hand, he has seized the safe area, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone.

Soon, the group walked into the hall of the small building.

Of course, there were not many policemen entering the building, and only a few of Trim's men followed Trim inside, while the other policemen walked around the building under the guidance of other policemen.

This is a task that is distributed from the very beginning.

For this reason, those guys also owe Trim a little favor for daring to lead the team into the small building, which is helpful for Trim to become the new director of the port district bureau, as long as he can get out safely, none of those guys dares to be his challenger, for the police, courage is very important, and the lost dog is not qualified to get ahead.

There were many women in the hall, some of them in ragged clothes, and they had to wear blankets or quilts that they had collected haphazardly, and when they saw strangers coming in, there was a slight commotion, and even the uniformed policemen were silent and very passively waiting.

Not everyone, though.

Landingale and Natalie followed Christie forward.

Christie was at the forefront, and there was anger on her face, like a pampered aristocratic lady whose wishes had not been fulfilled, and that anger was very plain on her face.

Her gaze swept over the uniformed policeman's face.

"Miss, are you alright?"

Truman stepped forward and greeted with great concern.

Hearing Truman say this, the hearts of the police chuckled, and Trim was no exception, that is, this seemingly invincible girl turned out to be the daughter of the mayor of Reims.

You must know that the mayor of Reims is the head of the administrative department of Reims City, and the police department is subordinate to the administrative body.

"What do you say?"

Christie snorted coldly, showing the brutal side of the aristocratic lady.

"If Landingale hadn't arrived in time, I don't know what would have happened to me? Those thugs are so hateful, you have to check for me, who is behind them, is it ......?"

Christie stared at Trim fiercely.

Here, the epaulettes on Trim's uniform indicate that he is the leader, the big brother of those cops, so Christie has his eyes on him, so that he has to lower his head and dare not look directly into the other person's gaze.

"I heard that many thugs are taken care of by officials, and the law and order here is so bad, are you policemen incompetent or shameless? I hope you can give me an explanation!"

Beads of sweat slid down Sheriff Trim's forehead, and he was a little at a loss.

Fortunately, Christie was no longer just angry at him, and quickly looked away, sweeping the faces of his men one by one, and finally, landing on the women in the hall.

"These ladies, all taken captive by the mob!"

Then, she sneered twice.

"So many people, so many people kidnapped by those thugs right under your noses, you ......"

Speaking of which, as if out of breath, Christie paused for a moment and coughed a few times.

"Miss, don't be angry, be careful!"

Truman stepped forward and persuaded eagerly.

At this point, Natalie stepped forward and gently patted Christie on the back.

Landingale stood still.

She actually wanted to take a step forward, but in the sea of knowledge, there was a sudden change, and the golden flame was no longer cold, but had a warmth, warmly warming her soul.

Oh, God!

God is coming again!

Why go and come back?

Of course, Landingale would not dare to ask such an inquiry.

However, she had the confidence to not be as scared as before, and now, even if Christie couldn't solve her troubles, she believed that with God forbid, she could solve it.

"You'd better give Miss an explanation!"

Truman turned his head and looked at the policemen who were all hunched over, with an arrogant expression and a cold tone.

"It's a shame not only to give an explanation to the young lady, but also to these ladies, to the people of Reims, as a policeman, you can't protect the people with taxpayers' money!

Here, Truman said it righteously and strictly.

On the other hand, Livingston secretly slandered in his heart.

His gaze fell on the expressionless Landinger, however, he did not release his spiritual power, among the transcendents, if he put his spirit on the other party, this is a very serious provocation, if it is not too different in rank, basically, it is equivalent to a challenge, if the other party does not dare to respond, it also means that he is subservient.

There was no need, and Livingston was naturally reluctant to do so.

Was the previous transcendent energy fluctuation caused by this woman?

In her, Livingston felt the breath of two spiritual factors that were completely different from hers, after the fall of the transcendent, the corpse would condense the spiritual factor, which was an important component of the potion ingredients, and the potion refined with this as the core was actually no worse than those potions that were mainly refined with the spiritual factor of the Secret Realm, and it was actually more suitable for some special talents.

For example, if you are all gifted, then it would be more appropriate to devour this kind of potion.

In other words, this woman killed two transcendents?

Although Albert's words just now were very short, they also had a certain background introduction, and it was obvious that these were two families fighting, but the strength of this family from the north was really powerful.

One can hit two!

Livingston did not doubt the claim that Landingale was Christie's bodyguard and maid, as Landingale had natural blonde hair and had the characteristics of an imperial northerner.

"Miss, the carriage is waiting outside, and the adults want to see you right away......"

Truman turned his head to look at Christie and whispered.

"Good!"

Christie answered.

"I'll let Landingale stay, these poor women, I'm going to shelter them!"