While Crane was dealing with Cynthia's wreckage, Wang Zichuan dragged the half-dead Lu Er'an over, and he peeked at Crane and felt that he couldn't care about it, so he muttered in a low voice.

"This two-five fish stinks, well, it's hopeless, wait for death."

He glanced at Klein again and continued:

"It's so polluting the environment, why don't I clean it up."

Lu Er'an's body suddenly twitched slightly, and then fell into eternal peace.

The flickering points of light quickly precipitated and condensed into a black mass, and Wang Zichuan scooped it up and put it in his mouth.

Crane had just finished cleaning the mutant flesh with the holy light, and he sighed, walked out of the master bedroom, checked on the members of the General's Escort one by one, and woke up several of the Extraordinary Ones in the middle order with his foot, telling them to inform their cronies.

Knowing what had happened, Crane simply ordered them to arrest and imprison the members of the Celestial Sect around Cynthia, and prepare to leave it for Admiral Emilius to come back and deal with it personally.

During the night, Klein finally waited for Emilius, and the admiral asked calmly:

"Has anything happened in the past few days?"

Klein forced himself to switch to Gelman's state and replied with a blank face.

"Your brother has been relieved of his position as governor, and a new governor has been inaugurated."

"Your mansion has been badly damaged, and your guards and servants have been partially wounded and some dead."

"Your secretary was killed in the attack."

"Your Miss Cynthia has turned into a monster and is dead."

Emilius's expression cracked slightly.

After receiving all the rewards and bounties, Crane casually changed his face and bought a ticket to Tuscat Island, east of Olavi Island, which is the easternmost island of the Roth Islands, known as a pirate's paradise, and the law and order are quite chaotic. Walking on the road after dark, you can often encounter local gangs fighting, or pirates of different genera fighting each other.

I found a random hotel, and Crane stayed.

This time we need to keep a low profile, we need to let Gelman disappear for a while, but I can't stop playing, I will go out tomorrow to find an opportunity, do you want to go to a hospital or a workhouse or something like that? I really don't want to use the toilet anymore, Klein thought casually, falling asleep.

That night, Klein took a shortcut down a relatively remote alley back to the hotel, and he spent another day in the hospital, still not finding a suitable person to play, but instead found that the hospital blood bank administrator was a vampire in disguise.

This alley passes the back door of quite a few taverns, and if you are not careful, you will step on nauseous vomit.

Crane turned a corner and saw a man walking crookedly.

A drunkard, Crane gave him a nonchalant look and continued to walk forward.

"Whoa!"

"Bang!" "Bang!"

The glass on the second floor of the building, which was probably the bar, suddenly shattered, and one person jumped down first, then several more, and finally a group of people rushed out of the back door of the bar.

Loud cursing, chaotic gunshots, screams one after another, they scuffled, and after a few minutes, they chased each other noisily and ran away.

The alley was silent again, leaving only a dead male corpse shot in the chest, staring at Klein.

The next day, Klein went out early in the morning to buy body bags and other items to send the hapless drunkard named Cuomo to the cemetery, and along the way he used his ability to create hallucinations so that no one around him noticed him in particular.

Coming out of the cemetery, Klein had changed into a middle-aged man's face with vicissitudes of life, gray-blue eyes slightly cloudy and bloodshot, dark brown hair slumped on his head because of greasy, and a ring of obvious indentations on the side of his forehead ears.

Back to the apartment where Cuomo was renting, it was a complete reflection of what a room without a hostess looked like, and everywhere was dirty and messy.

Crane resisted the urge to clean it all, washed his face, changed into a patrol uniform, put on a police hat, grabbed a standard gun and a short stick, and went to work.

Cuomo was a low-level patrolman, and yesterday he got a half-day off, so he stayed in the tavern for a whole afternoon, and when he came home in the evening, he was too drunk and went the wrong way, ending an unhappy life.

He is a mixture of Rune and the local natives, his mother is a lover of a Rune businessman, it is a good saying to say that he is a lover, the Rune businessman still has a little conscience at first, and in the years after Cuomo was born, he will occasionally give their mother and son some money, so Cuomo went to school and can read and write, and Rune speaks well.

But then, the father forgot about them, and his mother had to work as a handyman while standing on the street to raise him, and then his mother died of illness, and later, by virtue of his mixed-race handsome appearance, he also married a good girl, but the good times did not last long, and his wife had a difficult birth.

After that, Cuomo began to be depressed about life, and began to wander between police stations, taverns, casinos, brothels, and rented apartments.

Arriving at the police station, Cuomo's immediate boss, a fat man who bowed his head, casually found a reason to reprimand Klein as usual, and then walked back to his office with the latter nodding and bowing his head.

Today it was not Cuomer's turn to patrol the streets, Klein sat in the place where Cuomo belonged, the sun fell through the glass window, a little warm, so Klein fell asleep on the table.

Shortly before noon, Klein was suddenly kicked, and he almost reflexively shot him.

"The boss told you to go out with him."

Klein looked up at the window, felt his stomach again, and muttered to himself, "Don't you want people to have lunch?" But a smile appeared on his face, and he said:

"Let's go."

Klein followed Xie Ding's fat boss all the way to the Tuscat court, and today he was going to try a crime of extortion, and the defendant was personally ordered by Xie Ding's fat boss, and Cuomo and his colleagues arrested him.

The defendant, a small plantation owner, was accused of using his wife to maliciously discredit an upright gentleman and to commit extortion.

Cuomo didn't know what the truth of the matter was, and he didn't want to find out, he just had to follow his boss's instructions and give his consent when the upright gentleman's lawyer asked questions.

"On the afternoon of February 20th, you were patrolling the streets, and you saw this lady pestering Mr. Mosona outside the Oak Bar."

The lawyer showed a portrait of a beautiful woman with a gentle and quiet temperament.

Crane struggled to recall the psychic memories of Cuomo, but could not find any relevant images.

"Yes." Cuomo replied in the affirmative.

"You met this lady again in the evening near the Oak Bar, and she was very happy and content, didn't you?"

"Yes." Cuomer replied nonchalantly.

"On the morning of February 22, Mr. Tori gathered a group of people to make trouble at the Oak Bar, claiming that his wife was bullied by Mr. Mosona, and demanded that Mr. Mosona pay a large amount of money.

"Yes." Cuomo confirmed again.

The high platform blocked the position below Klein's chest, and a copper penny flew between Crane's fingers, pausing for each question.

Klein looked at Mr. Tori in the dock, his expression contorted with anger and despair from his inability to resist, like a dead volcano that never erupted.

The court soon convicted Mr. Torrey of extortion and sentenced him to three years' imprisonment, allowing him to atone for his crime by paying Mr. Mosona 8,000 gold pounds.

It was just a normal little case, and it was dealt with fairly quickly, without even delaying Klein's lunch.