His Majesty Mannheim had already learned about what had happened in Chaofeng Tower ten minutes later, and the King, who was enjoying lunch, glanced at the old dog of the Hagelberry family, who had no expression when he heard the news, as if everything had fallen into place, just like the gun workshop that their family had cooperated with His Excellency Marin.

The Hagelberg family, the Antoine Artisans, and Lord Marin, the only extra-spec being, are said to be in discussions with the Artisan Guild to give Marin a new title.

Divine craftsman, yes, that's so domineering.

But ......, "Hagelberg, my marshal has died, and so many big merchants in the city have died, don't you say it?" As king, Mannheim, who sat on the first seat, looked at his courtiers.

The latter raised his head and stared at his king with a pair of old and dizzy eyes: "Your Majesty, isn't this a good thing. ”

Yes, it's a good thing, but don't act like this, now the whole of Copenhagen knows the elixir of the living dead in the hands of your new grandson-in-law, who is your old and dizzy appearance to see?

His Majesty the King of Copenhagen complained in his heart, and at the same time had to answer: "How is it possible, it is my courtiers who died." ”

"They hoard and manipulate the market, wheat flour, cotton cloth, cotton, almost everything related to people's livelihood is under their control, Your Majesty, don't you feel bad." With that, the old man of Hagelberg lowered his head and began to cut the chop in front of him, and unlike his old eyes, he held the hand of the knife and fork, cutting the food in front of him with a slow but determined motion.

And his majesty could only sigh in the end: "Then who do you think will kill you?" ”

"Anyway, it's not my grandson-in-law, he's ruthless, but he's loyal and honest to people, he will drive the whole family to death in the business at most, but he will never use his hands to kill a pure human being." Old Hagelberg said this, and then he raised his head and looked at his majesty with his spiritual eyes: "Your Majesty, what do you think, I'm sure you think the same way." ”

“…… Yes, I wouldn't have given my youngest child to him, according to the information we have, unless it was a last resort. "Mannheim was talking about the runaway nobles that Marlin had killed in the south with the Giant Duke against Chaos.

In the information they gathered, he had spirit pets, but everyone knew that spirits were local products, and although his animal friends were all non-human, but under the training of Lord Marlin, that leopard is now the guardian of the hunters in the entire Fort Carter area, and even some hunters believe in it; The giant bear is now like a kindergarten tutor, with hundreds of children crawling on it every day; His falcon was confirmed to be the Protector Eagle of the Duchy of Farol; As for the latest wild boar he received...... Aside from its somewhat big appetite, but everything else is fine, and it is now even used as a cultivator under the management of the Harvest Goddess Church.

As for that exotic companion of his...... Although some people have witnessed it having an eight-pointed star on its forehead, using all kinds of messy techniques, and even having a mouth full of fangs, but considering that Lord Marin is a double God's Choice champion, there are some small details that should not be discussed - don't you see that Lord Marin still has four World Tree twigs, this kind of little pet is all trivial.

As for Chaos and Xenomorphs, Lord Marlin hated these things terribly, he experienced the siege of Chaos when he was young, and then his life trajectory fought Chaos all the way, he slaughtered the entire Black Orc Warring Gang in the South, and his workshop supported the cause of the entire continent against Chaos.

No one had ever heard of him killing people casually, and only those few times he could count them with his fingers could be counted, and in Mannheim's eyes, that time was not His Excellency Marlin's reasonableness.

In fact, in Mannheim's eyes, these rebellious ministers and thieves of his are dead, and he can completely turn a blind eye to this matter and fool it over.

It can even be said that even if they were killed by His Excellency Marin, considering that His Excellency Marin helped him, a king who was under pressure from many sides and had achieved nothing, to kill the national moth that he had wanted to kill for a long time, so why should he, His Majesty of the Mannheim family, be blind once.

Thinking of this, His Majesty of the Northern Kingdom raised the wine glass beside him: "Hagelberry Qing, I hope that our police officers and gentlemen can find their murderers as soon as possible." ”

The old man in Hagelberg smiled when he heard this, and he also raised his glass: "May the officers and gentlemen be able to pay tribute to my Excellency the Marshal, the parliamentarians, and the citizens with the blood of the murderers." ”

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Standing at the scene, Officer Jin Haocheng took off the glasses on his face for the seventh time and wiped them - he has been a police officer for so many years and has seen so many murders, and today's murder should be the only time in his life that he wishes he was not a police officer.

The whole scene is littered with psionic traces, and in order to detect the corpses that have not yet been removed, the place is decorated with a surreal scenery like hell - in his left hand, sitting in a chair is the leader of the Copenhagen cotton industry, the famous Mr. Eichi Gelle, who strangled himself with a thick cotton towel made of cotton.

And on Officer King's right hand, laying himself on the bed is the unicorn of the Gobhagen Fish Market, the mastermind behind the largest gangster in the docklands, the Blackfish United, City Councilman Mr. Donald Leonard, whose cause of death was a slit wrist, and with a dinner knife in his right hand, he cut off his entire left wrist and placed the broken wrist on the large bowl in front of him.

Damn, Officer Jin Haocheng looked at the big bowl full of Tainan Mao Xuewang in front of him, and suddenly lost the slightest appetite.

"Officer Kim, did you find anything?" Jin Haocheng's colleague asked.

"Not at all, only certain that the murderer was a very powerful psyker, as evidenced by the fact that he smashed the entire door to pieces." Officer Kim replied as he looked uncontrollably at the wall facing the door, where hung the largest butcher in Copenhagen's butcher market, with the nominal landless Baron Lee Spencer, who had accepted a thousand private soldiers.

He was supposed to be behind the door, but he was the first victim when the mahogany door shattered, and the shards pierced his body and pinned him to the wall, like the unsightly saronia on a meat market stall.

May the Lord have mercy.

Officer Kim, who never believed in the gods, drew a badge of the Lord of Justice on his chest, and then walked behind the new victim, and sitting to the left of Officer Kimhoseong was Mr. Song Jae-yi, one of the biggest sellers of charcoal in Copenhagen and one of the city councilors.

Oh, damn the remnants of the peninsula, not the insatiable people of my race.

Jin Haocheng looked at him and the small stove in front of him and cursed in his heart, every year, I don't know how many poor people end up freezing to death because they can't afford charcoal, and you also have to commit suicide by swallowing charcoal today, Councilor Song.

Thinking of this, Officer Kim looked at the victim on his right, it was a white-haired old woman, with a kind appearance, it was Mrs. Alice Moriarty, she was sitting there smiling, looking like nothing had happened, but who would have thought that this was the only controller of the underground black liquor market in Copenhagen and the most powerful gang in the city' The host of the family, how many crimes does her family have, let's put it this way, the Copenhagen police department has a special file room for storing these, eight large bays, and there are already seven and a half rooms.

From Jin Haocheng's point of view, it can be seen that there is a bullet hole in the back of the lady's head, and why the bullet failed to break out of the shell is a question, but this problem is obviously not what Jin Haocheng wants to understand.

Good night, ma'am.

Walking past her, Kim saw a halfling, Simon Bigtoe, the Dark Guild's Mr. Assassin who had turned his arm upside down in a very difficult move, stabbing him in the back with his most beloved dagger.

At least seven of his colleagues have died in connection with him, and this time, no one will go to their tombstones to cry, and if Jin Haocheng goes to see them, he will also tell them that this guy Simon has been killed by a ranger, and he has also created a very thoughtful cause of death.

It's amazing that a sinner died for his own crimes, and Jin Haocheng almost wanted to applaud the murderer.

Because he saw a new 'victim', Chopin Corbyn from the southern city, who was a respected councillor of Copenhagen during the day, and the only usurer in Copenhagen at night, he was able to sustain only because he had hundreds of private soldiers and hundreds of fast guns in his hands, and these fast guns from His Excellency Marin's workshop were so fast that they didn't even need to be fired and pulled a bolt, and anyone who dared to steal business from him was now buried in the cemetery on the north and south sides.

The way he died was also very fitting for his part-time job - his mouth was stuffed with Movis notes, and maybe his trachea was all over it.

Walking past him, Kim glanced at the young man who had drowned himself in a large bowl of soup, and he grabbed the ponytail on the back of his head and lifted him up.

Ah, isn't this the young fish seller in the eastern dock area, Mr. Junichiro Hirata.

Unlike Donald Leonard, who was a man of power in the fish market, Junichiro Hirata preferred to bully independent fishermen with a strong fishing fleet, and these bastards even robbed poor fellow fishermen at sea, tied them up and sent them into the sea to feed the fish, and then took their fishing boats for himself.

So, Mr. Hirata, your eventual drowning in this big pot of soup seems to confirm the old prophecy that good swimmers are good at drowning.

"Very creative way to die, isn't it." An exclamation from his old partner came from Jin Haocheng's side, and he turned his head and saw the red nose of the old man, Harriel Duboa, your nose is finished.

Thinking of this, Jin Haocheng sighed: "My old friend, you don't seem to have been drinking today. ”

"I haven't drunk in months, and our future Queen is right when she says that soaking your past in alcohol is the most cowardly of all, so I'm here today."

"Your inspiration should be better than mine, can you feel anything?" Jin Haocheng asked with a smile.

"The frenzied psionic energy, everyone present is completely controlled, and the cause of death of each of them corresponds to their crime, this is not so much murder as a righteous trial, the squad of the Church of the Lord of Justice, how can I not see them."

"The Justice Squad refuses to take on the case, and His Excellency the Bishop says they don't want to take on a case where every victim is innocent." Jin Haocheng replied, to be honest, he really likes the Lord of Justice and his followers, this case has been working on it for almost half a day now, and the families of these guys have already issued a bounty order, but they also don't have any information at all, and the psionic rank who came to kill people is at least a half-step legendary existence, and has a very high magical talent, and may even be a legendary mage, because the silent force field he arranged makes everyone downstairs feel nothing, Even the members of the Mage Tower, who detected the fluctuations of spells in the city, were unaware.

"The Church of the Lord of Justice is really straightforward, and they don't have to be afraid of anything, but in this case, we are the ones who are unlucky?" Harrier asked.

"So to speak, my old friend." Jin Haocheng nodded: "I'm fine, I was transferred here from the Northern Province to support, you can leave at any time, you will be miserable." ”

"Ha, it's not my turn to take the blame, everyone in Copenhagen knows that Hariel Duboa is an alcoholic, and it's good that he can report to the police station every day." With that, Harrier noticed the dead man who had stabbed the dagger into his head from the jaw.

"Behold, who have I seen, is this not our tongue-cutter?"

Jin Haocheng followed the old man's line of sight and saw Mr. Habibi Sharod, who was also a sanctimonious Mr. Councillor, but not many people knew that he was related to the kidnapping syndicate that caused trouble to the entire central province, these guys would cut out the tongues of their victims and sell them to other places or even abroad, and many of the victims could not be found even in their lifetimes.

Including Harrier's wife, who is still missing, the Northern Kingdom has not signed a torture agreement with the Lord of Justice because these councillors are unwilling to hand over their fate to a righteous maniac.

"They wouldn't have imagined that there would be another righteous maniac to sanction them." Harriel laughed and pulled out a flat, wrapped-up strip from his pocket.

"You're no longer smoking?" Jin Haocheng was a little strange: "What is this?" ”

"Mild Healing Sugar Gum, a sugar gum with a diluted World Tree potion, is used to chew and can effectively deal with tartar between our teeth, as well as our gums, lungs and stomach, and many old smokers are starting to use it to protect themselves at Fort Carter." At this point, Harriel, who had peeled off the package, put the white sheet in his mouth, and then took another slice: "Do you want it, old man." ”

"Let's have a slice." Jin Haocheng took the candy, peeled off the package, and put it in his mouth.

Ah, yes, mint-flavored.

Noticing the commotion outside the hallway, Kim and Harrier stepped out to see Lady Moriarty's only son, standing there, spitting at their boss.

The poor boss and the poor victim's family were not able to arouse the sympathy of the two police officers, who stepped aside and watched their boss take the gentleman to the door.

"I must avenge my mother." So says the head of the family, who had just lost his mother.

Then he heard the sound of glass shattering at the end of the corridor behind him, and before he could turn around, he and his old buddy Harriel saw the scene of Mr. Moriarty's skull being blown off.

Mr. Moriarty fell down the hallway without saying a word, and it was only then that their boss screamed for a gunman and fell headlong on the carpet in the hallway.

Harrier climbed to the window, he watched Jin Haocheng walk to the window and immediately stretched out his hand, but Jin Haocheng shook off his hand, and Mr. Police Officer pushed open the window with a small lattice of glass, and looked out the window at the wind and snow, and the large bell tower looming in the wind and snow.

Straight-line distance...... Seven hundred and ninety-six meters.