Upset and irritable!

This is the mood of Livingston, who is running in the heavy rain at the moment.

Originally, he was an instructor and was only responsible for training trainee agents, just like a nanny, speaking of which, he hadn't been on the front line for a long time, but now, because of the overstretched iris personnel, he had to go to the battlefield.

Today, he's a patrolman.

The so-called inspectors do not have a fixed monitoring area, unlike Siakam, who is in charge of the port area, but patrol back and forth on the north shore of Reims City, and where something happens, they will rush to it.

Speaking of which, it should be regarded as an emergency force.

However, due to the lack of manpower, there are only two or three people in this emergency force, and Livingston is one of them.

He didn't like the current situation very much, after all, he had been on the back burner for a while, and to be honest, he was already a little uncomfortable with the confrontation between sword and fire.

It is not a fallacy to say that it is inadequate.

The reason why he retreated to the second line was not only because he was Albert's descendant, the representative of the local forces, and he had to firmly control the cultivation of the successor power of the local transcendental, but also because he himself, as an extraordinary, had entered a bottleneck period, basically reaching the upper limit of spiritual power.

It's just that sometimes people can't come by their own nature.

When he needs manpower, he still has to go to the battlefield, fight against the demons, fight against the weird, this is the duty of the members of the Iris, to put it bluntly, after receiving that salary, with that income, you must do your best.

Even the transcendent must abide by this rule.

There was an extraordinary energy fluctuation in the port area, and it was sensed by the protective array of Reims City for the first time, but where the specific place was, the monitoring room located in the headquarters was not clear, and it needed to be reported by the agent in charge of the port area.

Now, it is Siakam who is in charge of the port area.

However, for a period of time, the headquarters failed to obtain Siakam's information, and several messages were transmitted through the information array on the police insignia, but they were all like a stone sinking into the sea, and there was no response.

Something is wrong!

It just so happened that Livingston patrolled the neighborhood and rushed to the port area as soon as possible.

The other inspectors also came in this direction, surrounding them from all directions, and Livingston was in a bad mood despite the backup.

The security level given to this extraordinary energy fluctuation in the monitoring room of the headquarters is F-level, the security level of Lance City has more than ten levels, and the S-level is a devastating natural disaster, if the S-level alarm sounds, everyone will wash and sleep, no need to resist, it is best to die calmly, in that case, as long as you see through everything, you will not leave too painfully.

Class F is in the medium and is a serious event that can cause a large number of casualties.

This level of alarm requires the joint action of several transcendent beings.

As a striker, most of the time you can't please anything!

Even so, Livingston had to bite the bullet.

......

"Save?"

How to save?

The question lingered in Landingale's mind.

It's easy to kill the gangsters like Redbeard, and it's easy to get these poor women out of this cave, but it's not a simple matter to make these poor women survive in this world, even if it's just to live safely.

Is it really a good thing to take these things on your shoulders?

Landingale stood in the hallway, waving his right hand lightly.

In the void, ripples rippled, and the energy as warm as sunlight passed through the corridors, and the doors of the cells opened.

For a while, no one came out.

Although, in the previous battle, the guards who were hated by the women screamed screaming, however, most of the weak women did not dare to peep outside, but curled up in the corner and shivered.

This may be a gangster vendetta!

The victors are victors, not saviors, and their fate will not change!

Maybe it will get better?

Maybe worse?

Therefore, after the door of the cell was opened, they did not dare to go out, and most of them were so disheartened that they just lay quietly in the cell, waiting for the unknown fate, hoping for something, for them, it was just a very luxurious object.

Of course, there are exceptions.

For the women who had just been put in the cell, their hope had not yet been extinguished, and they still had expectations for the world, and when the door of the cell opened, they hesitated for a moment, but finally gritted their teeth and rushed out.

In addition, there are also those women who enter the palace for the second time.

The women had been here until they were released to earn money for Redbeard, and they couldn't bear it, so they tried to escape, but they were unsuccessful, and they were captured and put back in the cave.

Their fate is the most tragic, and they don't want to get out of here again in their lives.

Punish someone as a warning to others!

They will be killed as the chicken, so that the other poor women can learn a lesson and completely extinguish the desire to resist.

Fate is already so bad, how bad could it be!

Therefore, they also staggered out of the cell as soon as possible, even if their bodies were tortured and their condition was terrible, even if they moved step by step, they also walked out.

Then they saw Landingale standing at the end of the hallway.

Landingale was wearing a cheap red gown, which was her overalls, and the clothes that were originally very erotic were worn on her at the moment, but they had a peculiar sense of sacredness, the sacredness of the smell of blood.

"Fantine ......"

Among the people who came out, there were people who knew her.

The man shouted her pseudonym, at first, it was just a soft call, with doubts, and then, quickly, a second shout, this one mixed with shock, and incredulity, and finally, a third voice, with ecstasy!

A man walked out of the crowd and stumbled towards Landingale.

Landingale knew the man, and her name was Natalie.

As a common name, one out of every ten street girls under Redbeard's command is named Natalie, and this Natalie is Landingale's roommate, and Landingale hasn't seen her for two days.

Yesterday, Landingale did not sleep during the day, but went to the scene of the murders.

Because she heard that several street girls were abused and killed, she was a little worried about Natalie.

However, when she went to the scene, she was not able to see the body, because there were police officers who were guarding the cordon and did not allow idlers to enter the scene, even if she gave money, the police refused to accept it.

There was a guy who took the money, however, after receiving the money, the guy turned his face and didn't recognize anyone, waved her away, she wanted to entangle, the guy also raised a baton to threaten, and was almost beaten by the guy.

But no, she's here.