It's dark.

A small breeze was blowing.

Several streets in the vicinity are deserted.

A few wild cats and dogs scurried around the corner.

Outside the main entrance of the Miller family's mansion, a small group of policemen, wrapped in thick coats, with gloomy faces and whips wrapped in tightropes, stood in a sheltered place on the side of the street, staring unkindly at a group of unlucky people who were working the street.

"Bastards at City Hall!" The whispered cursing of the police could be faintly heard.

They were prison guards in a detention center in the imperial capital, and the unlucky ones who were slowly clearing the snow from the streets were the ruffians who were temporarily detained in the detention center, or some other bastards who had not committed serious crimes but were only temporarily held for a few days.

Originally, such a thing as clearing the snow on the streets should have been specially allocated by the city hall and hired municipal workers to handle it.

God knows which big man who is full of idle eggs - pain, whimsically put forward a bill in the city hall to "save the taxes paid by taxpayers, save municipal operating costs, and make more efficient use of idle resources in society".

The city hall official in charge of financial expenditures immediately responded to the bigwig's suggestion and withheld funds to clear the snow from the streets.

Without wages, the municipal workers of course left their hands and did not work.

The prisoners held in the Imperial Capital Detention Center were escorted into the streets by the prison guards to clear the snow in the bitter cold wind.

After all, this is an unprecedented thing, and no place in the empire has ever done such a thing before.

So, the bigwigs of the town hall are a little shy and a little cautious.

They did not dare to let the prisoners go to the street in broad daylight, but after it was dark, they secretly let the prison guards escort teams of prisoners and carry all kinds of tools to work on the street.

"The city's money has been saved...... How do we calculate overtime pay? A tall prison guard cursed in a low voice: "At this time, we should have spent the whole night comfortably drinking hot coffee, reading the newspaper, or playing a few cards in the duty room......

"But now, we're eating cold air on the streets...... Hey, isn't there overtime pay? ”

The tall prison guard stomped his foot hard.

"There should be, right?" The prison guard, who was relatively short and much more savvy than his colleagues, trembled slightly with his hands behind his back: "I heard that some of the money saved from those municipal workers will be paid to the Prison Administration of the Ministry of Police...... We should have an overtime pay. ”

The short prison guard pouted at the weak prisoners: "The wool comes out of the sheep, these guys work, you don't have to give them a son!" ”

More than a dozen prison guards gathered together suddenly smiled.

"Well, it's idle in the duty room anyway...... It's nice to have overtime pay. The tall prison guard, who was the first to complain, giggled, and waved the whip in his hand proudly: "Well, if the overtime pay is high enough, I may be able to get a bearskin coat for the old guy at home on the New Year!" ”

He spat heavily on the ground, muttering in a complicated tone: "Ha, that old guy, always say that I am a policeman, and I am ashamed to give him this old ***...... Hmph, his old cold legs frozen out of the Great Plains of Rule...... Tsk, well, with or without this overtime pay, I'm almost saving enough money. ”

A group of prison guards opened their mouths one after another, looking forward to whether there would be this unexpected overtime pay, how much it would be, and after getting the money, they would use the money to buy something and do something.

A fine four-wheeled carriage drove slowly past the guards.

In the warm carriage, the two sisters, Mia and Mick, who were wearing thin skirts, looked through the gap in the curtains and looked at the policemen outside who were huddled in shelter on the side of the street, trembling and chatting.

"Humble fellow...... A little little sweetness can make them feel happy and warm. Mia shook her head slightly.

"Happiness and warmth? I hate this stuff...... Hehe, when I see their smiles, I am not happy. I want to destroy the things that make them smile...... The luster that emanates from the souls of these black-skinned dogs is truly disgusting. Mick squinted and let out a vicious curse.

"Well, then, it's time to destroy them." Mia shook her snow-white, slender, tender little hand indifferently: "Let their happiness be shattered, let their souls fall, and let them become believers in my Lord...... Isn't that a simple thing? ”

"These mortals are powerless against us...... Isn't it? Dear McCan! Mia smiled as she looked at Myken, who was prostrate on the floor of the carriage with a metal dog ring around his neck and a thin iron chain attached to it.

Maiken, who was once a sunny and cheerful high-achieving student majoring in mechanical processing at the Second Polytechnic University, has completely changed at this moment...... Even, his current state makes it impossible to determine whether he is still a pure 'person'!

He lay on the ground, like a tamed vicious dog.

He wore only a thin single coat, and through the white, almost transparent silk fabric, you could see the knotted, raised, and bruised muscles on his body like a beast.

His face was distorted, a dozen green tendons bulged out on his forehead, and his high, bulging eyes were dull and cloudy. And the most terrifying thing is that his eyes are weird triangles!

The triangular eyes flickered with a black-purple glow, and if he looked carefully, the three corners of his eyes were attached with fine twisted runes. These bug-like runes wriggled and flickered, constantly emitting a feeling of suffocating filth that made people's hearts stagnate, like sewage in a sewer.

"What a perfect masterpiece you are, my dear McCan." Mia kicked McCon on the chin with her toes: "Hee-hee, you're doing well these days, very good...... Those pure little girls, but because of you, they have all fallen into irreparable depravity. ”

"You have to work harder...... Hey, after midnight, there's a bunch of pure and lovely little girls, and they want you to deal with it...... When their souls are also corroded and completely sunk, our arrangement is almost complete. ”

"I'm over, can't wait to see what Hyderabad will be like when our plan is launched!"

"That's going to be fun, isn't it?"

Mia smiled brightly.

Mick also smiled brightly.

With the sisters' strange and bright smiles, the carriage went straight to the main entrance of Miller's house.

The door of the carriage quietly opened, and Mia pulled Miken out of the carriage with a thin iron chain. Mick sang softly and stumbled out of the carriage.

On the main door of Miller's house, there were several seals of the Ministry of Supervision pasted horizontally, Mick tilted his head, walked briskly to the door, and blew out lightly, these seals seemed to have suddenly experienced the baptism of hundreds of years, and they were decayed into ashes in an instant.

'Click', the bolt with the thickness of the metal door arm is also rapidly rusting and corroding, and after a breath, such a thick metal bolt will turn into a large canopy of rust and scum and fall down.

Mick smiled and gently pushed the door open.

Mia pulled Mia into the door with a dull expression, and the corners of his mouth kept drooling from the corners of his mouth.

Behind them, sitting in the coachman's seat, more than seven feet tall, with dark skin, and the short hair on his head dyed a miserable white, the indigenous man of the Black Continent grinned, shook his whip slightly, and the two horses pulling the cart snorted, and a few faint sparks erupted from their nostrils, and they walked into the gate with the carriage very obediently.

Mick stayed behind, and she looked out the door at both ends of the street, smiled, and closed the door gently.

Her fingers shook slightly, and the remains of the deadbolt that had corroded and decayed, turned into iron slag, flew lightly. There was a purple-black viscous breath oozing out of the air, and these viscous glue-like breaths quickly fused with these iron slags, and melted into a strange paste-like object in three or two clicks.

Mick gently slapped the mushy object against the door, and the paste quickly hardened, sealing the door firmly.

"Okay, Mick, don't be so careful, the prey we fancy can't run away." Mia turned around and smiled at her sister, "It's like a game of cat and mouse, and if they're obedient, we can make them our henchmen...... If they are disobedient, then it just so happens that there will be a few more sacrifices tonight. ”

Mick touched her rosy lips with her fingers, and she chuckled, "I'm sure they'll make a wise choice...... Hey, that big bald head looks majestic, can I enjoy him first? ”

Mia's face darkened slightly: "Oh, no, Mick, I'm my sister, let's still follow the rules, good prey, I'll use the first bite first...... You, you have to be behind me, unless ......"

'Boom'!

Mia and Mick had already approached the main building of the house, and they had already walked outside the gate of the main building.

In the hall on the first floor, a gunshot was suddenly heard.

Because of the rapid change in temperature in the main building, all the window glass cracked large and small. So this gunshot, through these cracks, came out, very loud, very crisp.

Because of the cold winter, because of the cold wind, the neighborhood was empty and there were not many people.

The sound of gunfire followed the wind, and it was so easy to spread far away, far away......

The prison guards, who were trembling and discussing overtime pay, were in the shelter on the street outside, and one by one subconsciously dropped the whips in their hands and pulled out the batons hanging from their waists.

"Gunshots?" A prison guard asked his colleagues in a daze.

"Sentinel...... Whistle ...... Call the brothers over ......" The tall prison guard, who was worried about buying a bearskin coat for overtime, yelled, "Damn, we don't have guns......"

They are just ordinary prison guards in the detention center, and they only deal with some ruffians and thieves on weekdays. They were not armed prison guards in the prisons for felons, and they were not issued any firearms.

But when they heard the gunshots, the guards looked at each other, and they pulled out their whistles, blew them with all their might, and strode towards the Miller mansion not far away.

"Overtime pay...... To double! We're prison guards, we're prison guards! Several policemen ran wildly, chattering incessantly.