"Casaman, come over here." The call from a colleague made Casaman look up, and he walked over after putting down his clipboard, "Agent Jinhaocheng, is there something wrong?" ”

"Well, let's see, what kind of mark is this."

The man whom Casaman called Agent of the Golden City has a very standard Thainan face, and he doesn't look pleasing because he is too handsome and poses a certain threat to Casaman, but Casaman wants to say that the pot of noodles he made at noon today is really amazing - Casaman has lived so long and has never eaten noodles that taste so good.

And he heard that he was also a great detective, but I heard that he didn't know who he offended in the north recently, and he was finally driven out of Copenhagen and had to come to the southernmost part of the Northern Kingdom.

Then again, the word rush seems more appropriate.

On the contrary, the agent was exiled, but he himself had no regrets or grievances about it, and the half-breed found three suspicious points that had not been noticed in the previous investigation.

Therefore, in Casaman's point of view, Agent Jin Haocheng is much more effective than his peers in these ordinary people, and in these years, those who can do practical things are good.

This is the morgue, during the morning raid search, the joint operation team found a den of the Chaos Sect, killing more than sixty Chaos, the Golden City Detective is now conducting a second autopsy, of course Casaman sacrificed his life to accompany the gentleman.

Casaman glanced at the Chaos Cult members who had been placed on the operating table, and he noticed that Jin Haocheng was pointing to the soles of the corpse's feet, which contained a tattoo of three circles tangled with each other.

"I don't know, it's not like the mark of all the Chaos sects I know." Casaman said, noticing the corpse's face, a middle-aged man with a bullet hole in his forehead: "He should have been watching each other's doors before the operation began, right?" ”

"Yes, our sniper killed him before we were able to get into the yard." Speaking of this, Jin Haocheng looked at the middle-aged man's face and frowned: "It's really very strange, why is he smiling." ”

"I can't tell, but you also know that the members of the Chaos Sect have some problems with their brains, and I doubt that his mind was clear when he was shot." Casaman said this, and in his opinion, this was a very normal analysis, after all, members of the Chaos Sect did not necessarily have more clear minds than they did not have in a day.

"Yes, too...... However, this tattoo still has to be recorded. Detective Kim said as he wrote down the situation in his diary.

This is a very good way, and a good memory is better than a bad pen.

"Agent Jinhaocheng, why do you want to do a second autopsy on all the corpses?" Casamane has one more problem.

"Because I want to know where to hit these guys in the most efficient way to kill them." Agent Jin's question made Kasaman stunned for a moment, and then he thought of it - Agent Jinhaocheng used to preside over ordinary cases, and a monster like a member of the Chaos Sect who put fire on his head and couldn't necessarily kill if the bullet didn't go wrong must have never been seen before today.

Wait a minute, since Agent Jin Haocheng is so thirsty for knowledge, Casaman thought of a good idea: "I see, I have some experience in this way, come, this is my note, you can copy it back to me." ”

"Thanks, Casaman, now that I have the answer, let's go." With that, Agent Jin Haocheng tightened the belt that bound the corpse, and then pushed the corpse back into the ice coffin with the joyful Casaman.

The two agents walked out of the morgue and paused for a moment in the corridor in charge of purification, and Casaman noticed that the Thainan half-breed had pulled out a box of cigarettes, which were mint cigarettes from Fort Carter, which was a good thing, and he had heard that it was a cigarette made with herb-grade mint, which was quick to think and didn't hurt the lungs.

"It's expensive." Out of curiosity and vigilance, Casaman asked with a smile.

If the source of the cigarette is fine, he will definitely say it generously, and if there is a problem with the source of the cigarette, then he will definitely not open his mouth.

"This cigarette was given to me by His Excellency Marin." Agent Jin Haocheng said generously and gave Casaman a cigarette.

As soon as Casaman heard that it was Marin, he was unwary - there are some things that cannot be said nonsense, especially when it comes to legends, so what Agent Jin Haocheng said should be the truth.

Since it's true, what's the politeness?

He's also familiar with Kasaman and Marin.

With the view that Lord Marin is not a bastard, Casaman lit his cigarette, and the two old smoking guns stood in the purification hallway for ten minutes before exiting the hallway in a cloud of smoke.

The local female agent in charge of the corridor glared at them: "No smoking in the corridor!" Gentlemen! ”

"I'm sorry, ma'am." In terms of gentlemen, Casaman and Kim Ho Cheng show the same temperament.

The lady finally sighed and forgave them: "Next time, you can't smoke in the hallway, gentlemen, I know your work is stressful, but at least don't let the old ladies of the cleaning team bow their heads for your ashes." ”

"Ah, I'm sorry, we apologize to you." Casaman nodded, his face full of pain.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, we're not going to smoke anymore." Jin Haocheng stroked his chest and saluted.

In the end, the two retired unharmed.

Coming to the office area of the hall, Agent Jin Haocheng took Casaman's diary to transcribe, and Casaman came to the young man next to him: "Agent Zem, what are you drawing?" ”

The young man raised his head and saw that it was Kassam, and a smile appeared on his originally rigid face: "It's Mr. Kassam, it's really hard work, I'm outlining the chain of evidence in this case, confirming what happened before and what may happen later." ”

Zem Mayer, an agent from Sidney's Department of Homeland Security, is a specialist in dealing with the Chaos Cult, unlike Agent Kim.

He and his Watson, Kahi Sheringham, worked together with their Secret Service Team in the morning battle, causing the Chaos Sect members to cry and cry.

"What do you think will happen in the future?" Casaman asked, smiling.

"The purpose of the members of this Chaos Sect is puzzling, I have seen the previous three sacrifices, all of which were very small and unnoticeable actions, only this time they held a sacrifice with enough victims, but they ran into us...... I have confirmed these three sacrifices, and I do not see that they will be consecutive sacrifices, because there is a difference in the time and number of people in each sacrifice, and if it is a sacrifice based on the number of people, then they are simply reminding his opponent, that is, us. Speaking of this, the young man sighed: "Sure enough, the longer I have been an opponent of these madmen, the more I can't understand their thoughts, it's better to say that it's better to be an agent of Jin Haocheng, his opponents are at least still human, unlike us, I don't know whether the opponents I face are humans or ghosts every time." ”

"It's very strange indeed, and I can't understand what they're thinking." Casaman sighed with a smile - yes, he felt the same way.

Chaos Cultists, you never talk to them about reason, they don't have that concept in their heads.

………………

"Damn, how did those GIs get into our warehouse." Two men dressed as passers-by merchants in the heavy fur clothes of ordinary northern townsfolk stood at the top of the small building, looking at the warehouses guarded by soldiers from Fort Carter in the South - their caravan had come to take a batch of weapons with them, but who would have thought that by the time he arrived in Cosell, it would already be controlled by the soldiers of Fort Carter.

If it is a gang that does not have a long eye, it is not difficult for them to kill a few people, but the problem is that there are tens of thousands of soldiers, and they are dozens of people, but they are afraid that they will not even be able to catch a round of guns, so they can only stand here and watch the people in the warehouse come and go - from the open warehouse door, it is brightly lit, but it is too far away, they can't see clearly, and others don't dare to use observation tools, otherwise it will be troublesome if someone notices.

Now it is the case that they have released the messenger and hope that His Excellency the Bishop will give new instructions as soon as possible.

Hearing footsteps on the wooden staircase beneath their feet, the two men turned their heads - familiar footsteps, but pressed their hands on their holsters for safety reasons.

As a businessman, how can you not have a little self-defense?

And as their leader ran up, they breathed a sigh of relief, and the young man with black hair spoke first: "Sir, what are we going to do now?" ”

"Keep waiting, I just saw our people being hung on the side of the road outside town, it's weird, there's one missing." Their leader frowned: "Your Excellency Bishop told me before that among these guards is a lackey of the Northern Kingdom, who made me improvise, but now there is one less person......"

"Who?" The gray-haired middle-aged man asked.

"Stoke Downer, I didn't see him." The chief's words shocked two of his subordinates.

"How could this kid be a lackey?! He's older than all of us! The young, dark-haired man said.

"yes, how could Stoke be a lackey." The gray-haired middle-aged man was extremely puzzled by this.

Just as the leader was about to reprimand them, the three of them saw a commotion coming from the warehouse.

A young commander scolded his soldiers in Sidney about how the body of a bandit had been left in the warehouse.

And his soldier dragged the legs of a corpse out.

The leader raised the telescope in his hand, and soon he saw the lifeless young man's face.

“…… Well, I saw Stoke Donner, he's dead, and now I can't figure out who would be a lackey. At this, the leader sighed.

"But at least the lackeys are definitely dead." The black-haired young man sighed as he said this, "What are we going to do now, Chief." ”

"Keep waiting, we can only wait until His Excellency Bishop's next instructions arrive." After saying that, the leader turned and walked to the stairs: "Do you want to go down, if you don't go down, I'll go down, it's really cold here." ”

Seeing that their leader chose to leave the rooftop, the two subordinates finally chose to go downstairs as well - after all, there was a stove downstairs, and there was only damn snow on the rooftop.

And when they walked down the stairs, far at the top of the bell tower where the observation post had been cleaned and set up, the sharpshooter from Tonkin's troops looked away from the binoculars observing the three men, and he turned his head to look at his assistant: "The leader of the suspicious caravan and his two deputies have gone downstairs, they have been observing the warehouse since they entered the small building belonging to their caravan, their location must have been chosen a long time ago, they have a major problem, you go downstairs to find Lord Tokin." ”

"No problem." The assistant climbed over the sandbag, carried the gun to his body, then grabbed the fixed rope and slid straight down the bell tower.

There was a platoon of soldiers under the bell tower who was responsible for guarding the gate of the manor, and when he heard that the assistant had something to inform the commissar of Tokin, the platoon commander sent a squad to follow the assistant out of the city.

………………

As soon as Marin stepped out of the teleportation tunnel, he saw Tonkin, a young man sitting around a large campfire listening to his commissar's story, and the soldiers below listened to it with some relish.

And Marlin's appearance also attracted the young man's attention, and he ran over: "Your Excellency, Lady Lulu didn't follow you?" ”

"I sent her to the National Order to ask for news." Ma Lin shook his head when he said this: "The National Order is really strange, there are so many branch organizations in a Order, and they don't deal with each other, and they haven't broken up yet, it's really curious." ”

"Your Excellency, don't talk about you, even people like us don't understand this very much." The commissar of the 13th regiment came over and said to him, who was on the front line of the battlefield, perfectly executed the act of not saluting his superiors: "Your Excellency, Saunders Lawrenster reports to you. ”

"Welcome back, Commissar Sanders, how does it feel to be back home."

"It's good, it's cold, I'm a little used to the south." After saying that, the rugged northern barbarian laughed.

Marlin and Tonkin laughed as well.

Then a soldier of the Thirteenth Regiment walked over with a soldier from Tonkin's First Regiment, and Marin recognized him at a glance - it was the assistant who followed the sniper during the previous battle, and the sniper later sighed, saying that their first generation of snipers had just come out of school, but there was no need for snipers to deal with snipers in the era.

Marin could only smile at this - you see, these are the tears of the times, but at least you can still bully the Chaos Boss.

"Soldier, is there anything wrong with you?" Thinking of this, Marin walked over, he and his shooter should be at the commanding heights in the city, and at this time, there is definitely something going on.

The soldier immediately told Marin what he was going to report, which made Marin a little puzzled: "Caravan? Coming in the afternoon? Right next to the warehouse? Observing the warehouse for a while? ”

"Yes, we watched them for about half an hour, during which their leader left."

Hearing the soldier's words, Marin turned his head to look at Tonkin: "Tonkin, Sanders, take your squad with me, and ask the leader of the caravan on the south side of the city if he has been out of the city." ”

"Your Excellency Marlin, do you suspect that this caravan is related to the warehouse, and the leader left the small building to confirm the number of corpses?" Sanders asked.

"Yes, I have enough reason to suspect them, if they really have something to do with the organization of the warehouse, they will definitely confirm that target, by the way, Tokkin, I asked you to hang that young man's body on the gallows, did you do so?"

"The news has just been dragged out of town." Tonkin replied.

"Yes, we saw it on the bell tower, when the body was dragged away, the leader and two of his men left together." The soldier's answer made Marin even more affirmative.

The group walked out of the camp, through the clearing, and after handing over to the patrol, they arrived at the town gate.

The company commander in charge of the inspection immediately answered in the affirmative when he heard Marin's question: "That's right, the leader of the caravan took the official caravan certificate, and after they went in, I saw the leader come out again, he went to the gallows area with many townspeople who came to see the excitement, and listened to the political commissar about the crimes of those people. ”

"It's a good thing we dragged the young man away, otherwise something might have gone wrong without him." Tonkin said with some trepidation.

And Marin felt that it was not too late: "Tonkin, Sanders, you gather your direct company. ”

There are almost hundreds of people in the caravan, and with such a small number of people, there will definitely be fish that slip through the net when the fight starts, and Marin will definitely not give these guys a chance to escape this time.

So the two commissars contacted their troops using messengers trained by the army, and after about ten minutes more than two hundred soldiers came running, followed by two companies—two other commissars followed.

In this case, Marin does not dislike the crowd, arranging four companies to copy from the four, Marin dispatches in the middle of the air, if there is anything they can't deal with, Marin's World Tree Twigs will not stand idly by, if there is really any real strong person, then you need to eat a palm that falls from the sky.

Once in town, Marin began to rise into the air, while the assistant led four companies towards the goal.

Under the guidance of his assistant, Marin saw the small building and the cattle pack team in the yard behind the small building, and many people were entering and exiting the shack area in the yard.

There was no one on the roof of the small building, and it looked like the assistant had said that the three guys had made the right choice in the stove and the snowstorm.

Yes, the deadliest choice.

Because in the range of infrared vision, Marin did not see any observation posts.

It's no different from putting your neck on a knife.

Wait for death, guys.