"This is the Los Angeles Police Department (LAPD), don't resist!"

It wasn't until ten minutes after Jason brutally killed the two masked men that the belated police finally arrived and surrounded the smoking clothing store with several police cars. At this time, Zhang Luo and the others, who had already completed their disguises, had already appeared on the roof of a four-story building next to them.

"What idiots, what did you do just now?" The red-haired woman in the brown trench coat snorted contemptuously, apparently complaining about the low efficiency of the LAPD.

"Ha, I know that the criminal has a heavy machine gun, and I don't want to come out if I change it." Zhang Luo next to him was playing a round game, but the smile on his face revealed the fact that he was also laughing at the Los Angeles police.

"So what do we do next? After all, kill the exorcist, and tomorrow the bastards of the Authority may be looking for trouble. Jason, who finally regained his composure, finally realized that his actions just now were too impulsive.

Hearing her words, Zhang Luo said confidently: "Don't worry, it's not the exorcist who will kill us this time." ”

"Huh? So what are they? Jason narrowed his blue eyes and stared at the young man beside him.

"It's a heretic." Zhang Luo's tone was very affirmative.

"How do you know?" Jason asked.

"I saw Monster Daily in the passenger seat just now." Zhang Luo named the name of a newspaper that only flowed among heretical creatures.

As soon as these words came out, Jason was stunned for two seconds, and then on his smooth face, he suddenly showed a helpless expression of "caring for the mentally retarded": "It's normal for exorcists to get the newspaper of heretical creatures, right?" It's too hasty to draw conclusions based on that alone......"

"No, no, no, the exorcist can't do that." Zhang Luo shook his head and explained, "Think about it. What does the Monster Authority do? ”

"Hunt down heretical creatures that pose a threat to human society and maintain the stability of the human world. Cover up the truth...... "Jason skillfully recited the "charter" on the lips of the bald man sent by the Authority to monitor all day long, and then immediately understood what Zhang Luo meant:

"You mean. Are they acting too high-profile? ”

"Exactly." Zhang Luo nodded: "Even if they are free exorcists, it is impossible to 'exorcise' on the street so blatantly, if they really do this, they will be dealt with by the Administration Bureau tomorrow." ”

-- The previous battles in the Sahara Desert and the battles in Cairo had already overwhelmed the Authority, and no matter how idle those guys were, they couldn't continue to die in Los Angeles.

Speaking of this, Zhang Luo changed his words: "And there is another point, that driver is obviously not a human being." ”

"How do you tell?" Jason asked curiously.

"What human have you ever seen speak clearly despite so much blood? If it were really humans, they would have died ten times ago. Zhang Luo said and walked towards the staircase of the rooftop.

In order to avoid running into the police. Getting into unnecessary trouble, he didn't have time to examine the body just now, so he quickly left the scene of the car accident.

However, for Zhang Luo, it is not difficult to track the enemy's movement route.

Walking through the alley and walking briskly down another street next to it, avoiding the sight of the police who were still examining the body, Jason followed Zhang Luo towards the direction of the restaurant and asked, "What are you going to do now?" ”

"Of course, it's to find out the other party's hiding place." Zhang Luo strode forward by the dim light of the street lamp.

What he cares about now is the pickup truck that is standard for terrorists. Where did it come from?

Although all members of the Strange Tales Research Society they belong to have their own storage space and can open unstable portals, this is only possible with the technical support of super scientist Frankenstein.

-- Space teleportation technology. Neither in terms of exorcists nor heretical creatures, in fact, is not popular.

Except for a few terrifying guys whose strength has reached the god level and can "teleport" on their own, most of the monsters have mastered space technology. I can only make myself a small pitiful storage space, and there is a risk of breaking my hand if I want to take things.

In Zhang Luo's opinion. The possibility of teleporting that kind of pickup is undoubtedly very low. And if the car wasn't teleported. Then it must have been hiding somewhere nearby.

After all, the LAPD is not stupid, and it is impossible to allow a pickup truck with a heavy machine gun to roam the streets. Before the attack, the car was undoubtedly hiding in a nearby building.

So now it's time to find the other person's hideout.

Zhang Luo was about to turn on the observation mode of the Executioner's Eye to check if there were any spirits nearby, when an inexplicable dizziness suddenly hit his brain.

Immediately after, something strange appeared in his sight.

"Uh......"

Realizing that his "spiritual vision" seemed to have flares up again, Zhang Luo stopped.

"What's wrong?" Jason asked.

"I need to calm down...... Zhang Luo said slowly.

At this time, the red-haired woman in his sight suddenly had an unusually protruding bone on her body, hanging like spikes on the outside of her brown trench coat.

However, Zhang Luo didn't have time to observe Jason's "hidden form" at all, just looked at the street in front of him, and then immediately found a clue:

Under the influence of the vision, the clue could not be more obvious—above a single-family apartment diagonally in front of it, a pale light rose into the sky, with black spots on it, and it looked like a distorted skeletal face.

Countless drifting white mist swirled around that white light, I don't know if it was a resentful spirit or something else, but there was no need to think about it so much now.

"The enemy is in that house."

As he spoke, Zhang Luo walked briskly to the other side of the street, and as he had done in Cairo before, he squatted obscenely in the shadows of the street and released a small drone with a black shell.

--The monster hiding in the house is obviously much higher than the machine gunner just now, and if you rush in, you probably won't have time to "talk and laugh" with him, and you will be killed by the other party.

Due to the fierce gunfight that had just erupted in the vicinity, this old street was so quiet that there was not even a single passing car, apparently taking a different route.

At the same time as the spiritual vision effect disappeared, the black "spider" had already crawled across the street, and only the palm-sized body quietly crawled towards the apartment without lights, and stopped in front of the door under Zhang Luo's operation.

Just as Zhang Luo was about to control the robot and climb in from the small door where the newspaper was delivered, the door suddenly opened outward. Knock the robot out and drop it on the lawn in front of the house.

Immediately after that, a pale and tall figure appeared in front of the door.

"Oh my God, is that ......"

Before he could see the other party's appearance, Jason's eyes suddenly widened. And the certain aura carried by the other party made the well-informed Zhang Luo pause slightly.

- It wasn't murderous anymore, it was a complete death aura, just like the feeling of the black-robed Grim Reaper in Donrosk City.

But a closer comparison reveals some differences:

The Grim Reaper harvests life just for work, and this guy ...... It's a complete murderous maniac!

The figure only appeared for a moment and then suddenly disappeared, and then, a gentle male voice suddenly sounded around the two:

"You're finally here, I've been waiting for a long time."

"Are you supposed to be ......" Zhang Luo stared at the miserable white face in front of him.

The moment that guy appeared, he and Jason were both unable to make a move as if they were suppressed by some kind of aura.

And the other party's face is obviously not an ordinary human face, it is constantly changing!

Sometimes he was a handsome young man, sometimes he was an old man with a wrinkled face, and his face was constantly changing like some kind of projection, matching the other party's white clothes, like a crazy resentful spirit.

"Is it the 'Slayer'......" Jason let out a stunned voice.

"That's right, it's me!" The other party suddenly laughed nervously, with a complete madness in his voice: "Two newcomers who have just entered the killer world, welcome to the theater of the slaughterer!" I am the embodiment of all the famous serial killers in the history of mankind, and this time I appear as the 'Zodiac Killer'! ”

Speaking of which, the guy who had not yet been stereotyped suddenly turned into a middle-aged man with glasses and a high hairline, tall and personable, more like a standard gentleman than a killer:

"I don't want to kill you, but I'm at the request of the conqueror this time, so I can't help it......"

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Luo and Jason's eyes suddenly darkened, and they fell into the boundless abyss of terror. (To be continued.) )