The south-east of Barton has been plagued by uneasiness lately, for nocturnal 'socialists' often stumble over something while walking drunkenly, and then fall on a cold corpse with a full heart.

It's still a better situation, and the worse thing is that the night wanderer becomes the corpse that trips over the others.

Well, the patrolman patrolling this area is called Cowson, yes, the same Cousson we know. Now he is just a small patrol officer in the southeast, let's see what he looked like when he was young.

The little patrolman in his thirties could only pound the steering wheel of his patrol car in frustration and shout into the radio for backup. However, no one will come, so it is inexplicable sympathy.

Look, in the twilight, at the corner of an alley where people were watching, he was standing next to the patrol car again, shouting on the radio, "Eight corpses! I have already reported eight corpses! You let me write a report first! Report! Report! Report your mother's complaint! Where did my previous report go?! Did you send it to the murder team?

"Can you shut up. The gloomy man turned his head and glanced at the patrol officer Cowson who was shouting at the entrance of the alley, and turned his eyes back to the corpse lying on the ground in the alley with cold eyes, and beckoned to the people around him left and right, "Take it away, notify the family, and contact the funeral home." ”

The radio was hung up, and Cowson rushed to the man giving the order, "What the are you doing!!This is a crime scene! Don't move ......"

Corson was also 'upright', but, immediately, he shut up and put his hand on the baton on his waist, but there was no follow-up action. Because the reality is cruel. Four or five guns were pointed at him.

The man glanced at Corson without any movement, and the most direct contempt was like that, and continued to wave his hand to instruct the people on both sides, signaling to the corpse, "Carry it away." ”

Curson watched as the body was removed, which was convenient. The body was gone, and he didn't need to try to write a ninth report that wasn't destined to reach the homicide team.

Well, but now there are more important things to worry about, and the gun pointed at Cousson doesn't seem to mean to be put down, and what does Cousson have? There's a prevaricated radio, there's a baton...... This little incident that happened at the entrance of the alley seems to end badly.

"Do you have a license (with a gun)?" the situation was dire, but Curson made an effort, as he was still wearing a police uniform.

"Are you going to attack the police?!" Curson's wrinkled eyes swept over the man who was pointing a gun at him, "destroying the crime scene." Possession of a gun, is there a charge to be added now!" Finally, his eyes fell on the man who gave the order.

The man didn't look at Corson at all, but watched as his own man carried away the corpse, silently thinking about something. As if thinking was fruitless, as if he remembered, he looked at the patrol officer who was staring at him, and spoke, "You." I haven't seen you before, new here. ”

Corson doesn't have to answer that question.

"It seems so. The man shook his head. "Do you know who I am?"

"Criminal!" Coulson squeezed out two words.

"Huh. Sneering, the man looked left and right, waved his hand, and the man with the gun took the gun, "Everyone calls me 'General'." He glanced at Corson's police uniform, "You'd better remember." In the future, we will have the opportunity to meet. Now get out of here, I'm not interested in useless guys like you. ”

Curson pursed his lips, was it useless? He really had nothing to refute. I could only stare at the man who called himself 'General' and walked farther and farther away, disappearing into a bar called [General's Rest Stop]. Slammed the door and cursed in a low voice.

What is the content of the scolding? There are 'generals', and there are also their own police uniforms issued to him for their own ...... I hope you understand.

Suddenly, Corson sensed something, and turned his head sharply, and saw a civilian staring at the corner - a middle-aged Indian woman in a fancy shawl, of course, our Sbella-Tempest.

"Look at what!" Curson waved his hand and scolded, this is obviously anger, who knows if this civilian has seen the whole process of his little patrol officer being abused! Curson's temper that likes to find trouble and anger has nothing to do with his age, "What's so beautiful! Look elsewhere!"

Silbella looked away expressionlessly, and retreated to the corner of the street.

After a while, the sound of the car door clashing sounded, and the patrol car drove away.

"He's gone. At Sibella's feet, there seemed to be something protruding in the shadows of the building in the dusk, although there were a bunch of people with the appearance of Yin An standing behind Sibella, but this voice was not made by anyone, and even, this voice was full of childishness.

"Wandel, what's the matter with the corpse. Sbella seemed to be speaking to the shadows.

"It's the vampire. The voice in the shadow replied, "The amount of blood loss and the wound match, but ......"

Sbella frowned, "But what. ”

"Is he really Toledo?" in the shadows, known as the ...... of the Shadow The guy's tone was a little disdainful, "This is the worst vampire I've ever seen that eats, it doesn't seem to fit the legendary Toledo, aren't they all guys who like to be clean and tidy?"

"Hmph. "Sbella doesn't seem to bother to judge anything," he calls himself so, whatever he is, he threatens our lives and wants to get rid of it. Sbella turned her head and looked at the people behind her, "It seems that the news is correct, he went to Herman's factory one last time, and after stealing something, he hid here." Just settle him here. ”

Sbella looked around and smiled, "Hmph." Here, it's much more convenient. ”

When she said convenient, she meant that the southeast was convenient. There is no need to explain it, Patrolman Coulson's small experience is enough to explain. Oh, I'm afraid that if the southeast is blown up, no one will care, let alone just sniping a vampire!

"Spread out and find him. Sbella gave the order and walked out of the corner.

The Indians scattered behind Sbella, going in all directions, trying to force out the vampires hiding here.

"What are you doing. As soon as Sbella took a few steps, she frowned and turned her head to look at the Indian man who was following her, "'Shooter' (James followed the Indian man who was chasing the Angry Waves, at this point in time, under Anthony), what are you doing with me?"

"Corden (her husband, who always pampers her by Sbella's side) can't come, let me protect you. "The 'shooter' replied without expression.

"I don't have to protect. Sibella pulled the shawl on her shoulder, not knowing what was hidden in the shawl, and there was a crisp sound of metal colliding in ping-pong.

But the 'shooter' obviously didn't want to listen to Sbella, and continued to follow her, the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Presumably to ease the atmosphere, the shooter digressed, "Is the Firefly really going to leave their daughter (Alice) at Barton?" ”

So the reason why Corden didn't participate in this operation to encircle and suppress the vampires was that the Windwind family had a guest, just to mention it.

Sbella glanced back at the shooter, "It's all about the. "No more talking. (To be continued......)