In the midst of the uproar, the paper man woke up, he looked at his watch, and it was evening again.

When he falls asleep at his desk, he is usually not disturbed, except in the case of a bomb parcel being sent to the police station.

"Alright, squat down for me! Be honest, hey, you, send that foaming mouth to the hospital! Are you new here, don't cuff someone who overdoses, what if you die in the hallway!" came Deacon's roar outside the door.

Two more gangs of hooligans were caught fighting with their guns, and the bloodied thugs were handcuffed and refused to be honest, fighting in the corridors. The local security is a real headache for the police officers, and almost every night until dawn, the police station is bustling with activity.

Paper Man sighed, thinking that he wouldn't be able to sleep anyway, so he shook his head, unlocked the locked computer, and continued his investigation. His eyes were full of tears and yawning, and he really didn't have the slightest interest in the work he was doing in his office. If a policeman like Paper Man asks him to chase the murderer on foot for dozens of kilometers, he will definitely be in good spirits, but it is undoubtedly torture to let him do this information screening and analysis investigation.

"With the aviation channel alone, so many people are coming in and out every day...... Damn touristy city. Paper Man swore as he skimmed through the entry and exit records he had transferred from the airport.

Because there is no way to investigate from the name, the only way to find the blood lord is to look at the ID cards of those incoming passengers one by one (the world is not divided into countries, only regions, so there is no concept of passports). Paper Man started the search from the records seven days ago, and watched the appearance of each entrant very carefully, if it was HL, it would be possible to deploy a large number of people to carry out this part of the work at the same time, but Paper Man was closed to his old friend Ma Long, so he, an ordinary policeman with limited power, had to go it alone. He really didn't feel comfortable asking other people in the police station to help, because there was no room for the slightest difference in chasing this prisoner, and if someone missed it, the chance of arrest might be missed forever.

After working like this for three hours in a row, Paper Man still didn't make any progress.

"Sir!" the door suddenly opened, and a police officer stumbled in without knocking, and shouted, "Steel ...... Steel ......"

"Don't stammer, act like a panicked citizen, you're a policeman. Paper Man replied in a calm tone.

This calmness and majesty calmed the officer a little, or at least the words were smooth: "Sir, it's a steel precept!

Paper Man stood up, didn't say anything more, and walked straight out, in fact, he was still a little happy in his heart, although he didn't know what was going on, but he finally had a reason to go out and breathe.

Walking out of the police station, pedestrians on the street are looking up at the northern sky, showing frightened or dazed expressions.

In the night sky, a huge incandescent white cross was suspended, not a fireworks, nor a hologram, but a pattern built by some kind of energy that was burning.

"Just kidding......" The paper man looked at the cross, and the corners of his mouth actually smiled: "The Inspector General of the Holy City is here, do you want to provoke a war?" From his trench coat, layers of white paper slowly flew out, spreading themselves under his feet, forming a paper flying carpet, carrying him into the air at high speed, and soaring towards the distant cross.

............

HL, Northern Second Branch.

On the big screen in Jim Malone's office, the white air cross was displayed. And he, with his mouth half-open, his eyes wide, the ash of his cigar had fallen onto his shiny leather shoes.

"Colonel, where did you just go?" The man who asked the question was sitting across from Malone's desk, dressed in a black HL military uniform with simple blonde hair, and his face was originally handsome, but there was a scar that split the whole face in two, making his face look quite hideous.

Malone turned his chair in the direction and said to the other party, "Hmm...... Don't worry, Mr. Faro, everything is under control. I'll send someone there now. As he spoke, he reached for the walkie-talkie on the table.

Faro waved his hand to signal him to stop, and said, "No need, it's better for me to go alone, it's not that I don't trust your department's combat power, it's just ...... On the side of the Iron Commandment, I have a few people I want to meet, and I may encounter this kind of scene. ”

Ma Long hurriedly said: "Mr. Faro, you have only been off the plane for a few hours, and the general has sent you to ......"

"Needless to say, the general's orders and the duties of the HL, there is no conflict. Faro stood up from his chair: "Murderers of the fourth danger level must be killed, and those rebels who dare to swagger through the city must be killed." He turned around, as if to remind the other party of something with the words "supreme kingship" on the back of his military uniform: "Since it is HighestLaws, any factor judged to be a threat to the stable rule of the empire will be killed without mercy." ”

............

North of Venice.

Less than two kilometers to Murano Island, a piece of ice floe with a diameter of 100 meters appeared, and the color of the ice was also very strange white. And there were more than a dozen people standing on the ice.

They wore heavy metal boots, white trousers, the hem of the blouse extended straight to the knees, the buckle of the leather belt was in the pattern of an ankh, the shoulders to the neckline were made of hard material, the collar was high to the cheekbones, covering the lower half of the face, and the front of the white jacket reflected a conspicuous symbol, the wild red cross, which was the symbol of the steel precepts.

Leading the dozen or so heavily armed knights was the Inspector General of the Holy City, Carmo Botrini, who was two meters tall, carrying a cross higher than a lamppole on his back, and wearing a white robe with gold forged and wide inlays, but the part of the metal armor was devoid of those metal armors. He took out a pocket watch from his arms, and saw that the hands were trembling wildly, but he only sneered: "It seems that there are indeed many masters here." ”

A black-faced man with a collarbone standing on his side and said, "My lord, the chief priest sensed that only one of our brothers killed more than one of our brothers, and now it is like this, if you really attract him, it would be fine, but if he doesn't come, the HL army will come......"

Botrini said: "The county of the crown is where our foundation is, although Venice is only a small place, but in less than half a day, more than 100 brothers here were slaughtered, and it was done by one person, I don't care who he is, what kind of force it is, in short, I must not let him see the sunshine tomorrow morning." ”

............

Venice underground, reflecting the city.

During the day, after seeing Zuo Dao, the blood owl went to many stores, bought a lot of preservatives and other materials, mixed a chemical spray that could hide the smell of corpses, and found time to modify the ventilation system in two of the rooms in the underground passage with some hardware store stuff. After that, he gathered all the corpses and stumps into those two rooms, and worked for a whole day, which was considered to be cleaned up in the real sense, as for the blood stains and various unknown bodily fluids, he directly used them as paint for pasting the walls, anyway, he didn't care about the smell, so he didn't do anything at all.

The lab equipment and computer equipment still had to wait for news from Zuo Dao, and he didn't have time to get the normal furniture items such as beds and refrigerators, so the blood lord decided to find a hotel on the ground tonight to deal with it.

He casually found an exit to go up, and after several searches and cleaning and understanding of the geography of the upper layer of Venice, the blood lord basically knew where he would appear on it, but this time as soon as he got on the ground, he saw a more interesting scene before he could see the street signs around him.

The Blood Owl looked at the northern sky, stood in the street and laughed wildly, a white cross reflected in his pupils.