Chapter 397 Intermission

"I didn't feel anything at the time... Those three people were clearly kneeling in front of me, and then they suddenly died..."

Lafite Road, 11pm, in front of the warehouse owned by Lescott Spiritual Property.

Four police cars were parked at the entrance of the alley in front of the warehouse gate, and two black FPI law enforcement cars were parked outside.

The path leading to the warehouse was surrounded by police tape, and a county police officer was standing next to the police tape, describing the situation at the time to the field agent of the Administration.

Bader crossed the police tape and checked the three gunmen who were lying on the path and died of suffocation.

A female agent walked up to him and looked in the direction of the warehouse gate.

"The throat was cut by a knife. Judging from the incision, the other party had plenty of time." Bader said.

"Do you believe what the county police said, Bader? The three gunmen were kneeling in front of him at the time, and there was a county police officer assisting him. How could the killer have time to cut the throats of three people without being discovered?" The female agent asked.

"Let's go in and take a look, Connie. These days, anything is not surprising." Bader stood up and asked the accompanying forensic doctor to examine the body.

The two walked to the door and saw the broken table and several gunmen whose spines were broken. Their bodies were twisted at a horrible angle and paralyzed on the ground.

There were several Mercedes-Benz cars parked by the door. Two of them were pierced by the powerful force and overturned to the side of the road, but they did not explode.

"Look inside..." Connie pointed inside the door.

There were more bodies lying in the warehouse. These bodies were incomplete and the scene was extremely disgusting.

Balder stepped over the bodies at the door, looked at the remains of the round table on the ground, and then looked at the bodies again, trying to piece together the killer's attack methods in his mind.

"What do you think it looks like?" Connie asked.

"Piercing damage, a person can be torn in two with a single encounter. It's either a thunder gun or a soul gun." Balder said.

"It's unlikely to be a thunder gun... There are no signs of burning on the body." Connie approached a corpse and looked carefully at the horrifying wound. The circular penetrating wound was unbearable for the human body. It pierced the entire waist and abdomen, leaving only a little flesh connecting the upper and lower limbs.

"And for these two skills, isn't the power too great?" Connie added.

There are four types of gun-related supernatural skills, Thunder Gun, Flame Javelin, Soul Gun, and Ice Cone Gun. These four supernatural skills are standard skills for senior field agents of the Administration.

Because they are versatile and easy to use, simple and effective, and the consumption of spiritual essence is also within a controllable range.

An agent with a psychic energy level of 2 can throw at least 7 guns, which is enough to be used in a battle in terms of their power.

"The trauma radius is four times larger. It's like throwing four guns together... I've seen a man who can do this." Bader laughed.

"Is it Chen Ke?" Connie said.

"He killed me once... Connie, using this trick." Bader said, his black face split slightly on both sides of his cheeks when he spoke, revealing the purple texture under the skin.

"Bader...control your emotions, your face just cracked, hiss..." Connie said, her tongue like a snake, slipping out from the slit of her lips, poking, and then retracting in a whoosh.

"Do you think he has anything to do with the massacre in Deep Anchor District that night?" Connie moved closer and asked in a low voice.

"It's unlikely to be related, he should not know about the angels..." Balder shook his head.

"Why not use the management system to search him? Grandmother gave us little time..." Connie said.

"We can't take the risk of being exposed, you just joined Asra not long ago, you must pay attention to hiding your identity..." Balder said.

Connie nodded, she took a deep breath, her eyes flashing with a strange orange light.

"He has been moving more and more frequently recently, we will find him." Balder said.

"Knock knock knock!"

"Knock knock knock knock!"

"Open the door, I know you are in there."

At 9 o'clock in the morning, Heinard was in the small fish factory in Deep Anchor District.

Chen Ke stood in front of the red door of the basement and knocked on the door. It was already noon, and he knocked on the door for five minutes.

"Open the door, Lu." Chen Ke knocked on the door.

He used his psychic vision to scan the room and found that Lucina was hitting the sandbag vigorously.

Even without psychic vision, he could tell what Lucina was doing from the "bang bang" sound coming from the door.

"Uh... okay, it seems that you don't want to see me, so I'll leave first." Chen Ke said, and then turned and left.

After taking two steps, the door suddenly opened.

A wave of hot air rushed to Chen Ke's back. The temperature inside was much higher than outside.

Lucina was wearing a tight vest and sports shorts, barefoot, with her hair in a ponytail, and her body was covered with sweat.

She grabbed Chen Ke's arm, dragged him into the room, and then closed the door with her foot.

Chen Ke was dragged into the room and saw four pistols on the table beside him, leaning against two automatic rifles, and bullet boxes on the sofa.

Lucina took Chen Ke to the sandbag and kicked it with a heavy leg, making a loud bang.

Then she punched the sandbag silently, as if she was using body language to tell Chen Ke something.

Chen Ke did not disturb her, but sat on the sofa beside him and looked at the bullet boxes piled up next to him.

They were all 7.62 caliber rifle bullets. Then he looked at the automatic rifle with the magazine removed leaning against the table. It was a FAL automatic rifle with a folding stock.

The postman has his own network for guns. Speaking of which, he hasn't contacted Pihom for a long time. Chen Ke doesn't know how Heinard communicates with Pihom. Has he accepted the 3 million offer for the green holy diamond?

"Hu... Hu... Hu..." Lucina fought for a while and finally felt a little tired. She was panting while holding the sandbag. The sweat on her body dripped on the ground. Her calves and fists were red.

"You are..." As soon as Chen Ke opened his mouth, Lucina turned around, with an expression on her face that seemed angry.

"Don't talk first, Mr. Madfak. I'm thinking about something very important." Lucina said.

"Oh?" Chen Ke was stunned.

"Don't talk! Don't talk! Let me think about it alone!" Lucina shouted.

Chen Ke spread his hands. He didn't know what was wrong with her, but he didn't plan to ask now.

Lucina is a hot-tempered old sister. Although she can't be called moody, she can also be said to be unpredictable. When such a woman explodes, it is best to put it aside. Going to the bottom of the volcanic eruption will only make you bored.

At this time, Heinard opened the door and walked in. Chen Ke looked at Heinard, as if he knew his daughter's current situation.

"Chen Ke? Can you fish?" Heinard asked.

"Fishing?" Chen Ke was stunned.

"Yes, fishing in the literal sense. Come on, I've even prepared the fishing gear." Heinard said.

"What a coincidence..." Chen Ke stood up, looked at Lucina, sighed, and followed Heinard out of the basement.

This time Heinard drove the pickup truck of Pihom. There were fishing tools in the trailer. In addition to the fishing rod, there were also two small buckets full of special baits and other things that Chen Ke didn't recognize.

The sudden fishing trip began. Chen Ke felt that he looked a little mentally retarded to go fishing in a suit.

Heinard didn't speak along the way. Chen Ke felt that the atmosphere was a little subtle. When the car arrived at the destination, he helped Heinard take the tools out of the trailer and followed Heinard to the fishing spot with one foot deep and one foot shallow.