Sirens sounded from far and near, and the road to Catrice became noisy. Looking up, a streamer of lights in the distance gradually approached with a shrill sound. In a short time, a number of small police vehicles painted in black, white and blue were parked next to the wreckage of the regular vehicles.

Curt put his hands in his purse, looked lazily at the protectors of the law, and muttered mockingly, "Really, these guys are always half a beat slower." ”

One by one, the police cars were connected to each other, creating a small barrier to traffic. Several men in plain black police uniforms stepped out of the car. They looked at Curt sternly, approaching him in a semicircle. These men all had small mechanics in their hands, and the cutout had been lifted, and if Curt made any moves while they were moving, they would inevitably be shot at indiscriminately.

Curt had no intention of making enemies against them, but simply stood where he was, slowly raising his hand to signal to the officers that he was unarmed and had no ill will.

"Oh my God...... This tastes ......."

After a while, a tall man in a blazer stepped out from among the officers in uniform of uniform in uniform. He probably hasn't done much physical training on weekdays, and his figure looks a little bloated. He was about thirty years old, with an iron-blue face and a fierce look.

He glared at Curt, who raised his hands high, and yelled at Curt in a high-pressure tone: "Who are you, and what does it have to do with what happened here?"

His body is not burly, and the decorations on his body are not elegant. Ironically, his bloated size gives him the impression of being dull. Despite this, there was still an aura of invincibility in him, which made people wonder where his strange arrogance came from.

"I'm sorry, I refuse to answer your question. If I'm not mistaken, according to the Police Code, if a security officer asks for information about any person involved in the performance of his security duties, he should first report his department and identity, right, Mr. Security Officer?"

Faced with the guard's arrogant questioning, Curt retorted unhurriedly.

"You kid......"

Stimulated by Curt's remarks, the officer's forehead was bruised with anger. In the face of his blatant anger, Curt did not care, and faced him calmly.

"Mr. Leinster!"

Just as the atmosphere at the scene was tense, Curt was suddenly stopped.

From the densely packed group of security officers, another middle-aged man without a police uniform was transferred. The dark gray suit on his body was already a little old, and there were only a few remaining heads on Xie Ding's head, and the whole person was shrouded in an atmosphere of pre-aging and decay.

"Sergeant Grostide, I haven't seen you in a long time. ”

Curt knew the apparent old security officer, who had been working together for a few months for something. Immediately, he put on his usual smile and greeted him as if he had nothing to do with it, as if the present tension had nothing to do with him.

"Sir, do you know this kid?"

The domineering guard in front of him seemed to be Grosted's subordinate, and he restrained his attitude a little when he spoke.

"He's Curt Leonster, an iron-rank mercenary under the Mercenary Administration. In response to the question raised by his subordinate, Grostide nodded in response, "Banks, don't look at him young, in fact, his strength is not bad. I have also helped the garrison with many problems before. ”

The security officer named Banksy was dismissive of Curt's identity, and said in a mocking tone, "Hmph, I thought it was amazing, but it was just a mercenary." ”

"Ahem, ahem!" As if to remind the subordinate to pay attention to his words and deeds, Grostide cleared his throat visibly before pulling Curt aside, "I'm sorry Leinster, I didn't expect to meet you here." Can you tell me what happened here?"

"Sir, I'm going to see the scene!"

Banksy seemed not very happy with Grostide's attitude towards Curt as a mercenary, and with a frown, he turned around with a few of his men and walked towards the wreckage of the regular car. There were already a few security officers working on the investigation before, and when they saw Banksy approaching, they all stood up and saluted him.

"the?" said Curt, looking at Grostide, "haven't you met the driver of this regular car before?" ”

Grostide grimaced, pointing to a police vehicle: "We did run into the driver halfway through. He has now been protected. The problem is not that he did not tell us the specific situation, but that he seems to be overly frightened, and the information he provides is fragmented and difficult to verify. ”

"I see......"

Curt looked in the direction Grostide was pointing, where the nervous driver was now hiding in the compartment of one of the police cars. His face was quite bad now, and he cowered into the seat from time to time and shook his head, obviously looking frightened.

It really doesn't look like one that can provide reliable information.

"What do you say...... Curt organized the language for a while, sorting and rearranging what could and could not be said before responding to Grostide's question, "Do you remember the fact that the eldest sister reported that we had found an unknown kind of monster in the abandoned mine some time ago?"

"I knew about it, but I had other things to deal with at the time, and the report was finally submitted to the guys in Section 2. If I'm not mistaken, they came to the conclusion that 'there is no reliable evidence in the future, so let's wait and see', right?"

As Grostide flipped through the notebook, he recalled that, according to him, he was too busy with the theft of an artist's collection to do so, and that the task of investigating security around the territory was transferred directly to the Second Section of the Garrison, which was in charge of patrolling the guards.

"I know they've had some trouble with you before, but this investigation is about the safety and security of the Catrice neighborhood after all. A business is a public matter, and a personal grudge is a private grudge. I don't think they'd be deliberately lazy in the middle of such an important task in order to avenge past vendettas. ”

There are several sections under the Cutrice Garrison, and the main scope of tasks is different, and the course of action is naturally not monolithic. Grostide manages the first department, which is mainly responsible for handling criminal cases, and this time the report is a "dead body", so he will arrive at the first time.

"I know that one of the most important virtues in your business is to distinguish between public and private. Curt pursed his lips indifferently and didn't say much, "It's just that some of the things that appeared just now are too familiar, and I suspect that it is related to the 'unknown kind of monster' that appeared in our report earlier." ”

Grostide blinked in confusion, "What does it have to do with the 'unknown kind of monsters' that appeared in the abandoned mines?" ”

"Actually, it's not ......."

Curt shrugged his shoulders as he spoke, and began to introduce Grostide to the face of the culprit who had wrecked the regular car to this terrible appearance. From the first encounter with the construct rock spider and the monster encountered before the strange appearance and anomalous activity ability.

"Oh my God, what the hell is going on. ”

Listening to Curt's narration, Grosted's expression became more and more bitter. When Curt made the general idea clear, his brow was furrowed.

He held his forehead and drooped his head tiredly: "According to what you mean, the two are related." There is now an activity of an unscrupulous individual or group in the vicinity of Katris. Not only did they create a 'war machine' in the shape of a monster, but they also produced a chimera that could almost dismantle the protective armor of a regular vehicle with a few attacks. ”

With that, he let out a long sigh of displeasure.

"In case what you say is correct, we are now facing a situation that is almost annoying for the army to be dealt with. ”

Curt shook his head in disinterest, he didn't intend to tell Sù Grostide about the deeper content - he had a lot of knowledge that he shouldn't know as a mercenary: "It's not such an exaggeration, these are just my conjectures after all. At the moment I do not have enough evidence to prove the truth of this inference. ”

"It would be nice if it was really just 'possibly'...... Anyway, thank you for this information, I will let them pay attention to it in their work. ”

Grostide replied to Curt's words as if he had exhausted all his strength, and the information he provided made it possible for the Yiqiē to be born here beyond a single incident. The fact that a series of incidents involving a large number of people occurred in a short period of time is a situation that must be guarded against.

"What will happen next? At the very least, we need to be more vigilant. Curt pointed to the nearly disintegrated wreckage of the regular vehicle and the scratches left on the ground when the monster evacuated, "The academy and the city are guarded by high walls, so it's probably safer. But the surrounding villages and farms are dangerous. ”

"We're going to strengthen the police in these weakly guarded areas in the short term, and we're going to organize a search for the monster you're talking about. There were thick dark circles around his eyes, obviously he hadn't been able to rest properly in a while, and the life of this incident made him even more tired, "You know, that can easily remove the armor of a regular vehicle, and our strength alone may not be enough. ”

"If necessary, I will submit an application to my superiors and let the mercenary management office, the staffing agency, and the contractor participate in our operation. He said, "You should go back and rest earlier today, and then there may not be much chance for you to sleep." ”

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