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Chapter 282 Arrest
Chapter 282 Arrest
"Bang!"
An air bullet accurately struck the forehead of the extraordinary female named "Katie".
She was engulfed in flames and lay on the ground struggling; this fire gave her release.
With her falling, there was no one left alive in the entire restaurant.
The only thing that Klein found somewhat regrettable was that a few escaped through other exits during the chaos.
"Never mind—" he muttered to himself, suppressing the urge to pursue.
He remembered that his main purpose for tonight's actions was to save people, not to cleanse these degenerate extraordinary beings.
Immediately afterwards, the black armor encasing the spirit body swiftly flew towards the entrance to the underground area.
"That's strange! Why is there no one here?"
To his surprise, the underground area, though filled with signs of a fierce battle, was completely deserted.
No, that's not right, it can't be said to be completely empty.
At the entrance to the basement, there was a body. It was a burly man with a thick beard, and next to him lay a damaged high-pressure steam rifle.
That's Belis. The extraordinary one Klein had seen in the scene before, the one who guarded the dungeon.
"He's dead, but—" Klein's spirit paused briefly beside the corpse, "What about the girls who were kidnapped?"
"Were they rescued, or were they moved?" The thought flashed through my mind.
He quickly searched the underground area, but found nothing except Belis's body and signs of a battle.
He flew back to the ground and searched the area around the villa again, but still found nothing.
"In such a short time, it's impossible for Kapin's people to have moved so many people away—and no secret passages were found in the dungeon either."
"It seems that the girls have already been rescued by someone else."
"Let's confirm it with a divination later."
Unable to find the kidnapped girls, Klein returned to the restaurant, where flames flickered and smoke filled the air. He took out a complete tarot deck from his pocket, drew out all the major cards, and then walked to Capin's already cold body.
Then, he deliberately took out two cards and poured the rest onto Kapin.
After completing this step, he placed the two specially drawn tarot cards face up over Capin's unseeing eyes.
"That's good."
Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly heard a faint sound of rubble shifting from the ruins beside him.
"An enemy?!" Klein instantly became alert.
If they were accomplices of those criminals, he wouldn't recommend eliminating them before leaving.
"Well----"
It hurts so much!
Lorne stretched out his arms and struggled to turn away the rubble that was pressing down on him, managing to stand up from the ruins.
Damn it—the wound on my abdomen hadn't fully healed yet, and this has torn it open again.
Which lunatic blew up the gas pipes?! If I weren't an extraordinary being, I'd be dead for sure!
He had barely managed to stand up and was brushing the dust off his body when he turned around and saw a majestic figure, entirely black and exuding an ominous aura, floating coldly in the center of the restaurant.
Holy crap—what is this thing?
Lorne's expression changed instantly, and he subconsciously clenched his fists.
This feeling—it's so similar to Sharon's! Is it a "vengeful spirit"? Could it be—someone from the Rose School again?
Could it be that Capin is backed by more than one force, with the Rose School also involved? Considering the evidence he found in the study that might involve even higher-ranking figures, Lorne felt that it wasn't impossible for the Rose School to be colluding with Capin's group.
However, this "vengeful spirit" has a truly peculiar style—he scrutinized the "ghost" before him with a wary expression.
He wore a heavy black full-body armor and a crown of thorns on his head.
Although Sharon also has a retro style, this is just too...tacky!
It feels like the kind of style Rosell would like.
On the other side, Klein was also observing the rather disheveled figure who had crawled out of the ruins.
That figure is—James Scott?!
Due to the violent explosion, most of the mask Lorne was using to disguise his face had been torn off.
Given that the two had just met not long ago, Klein quickly recognized the other person's identity.
How did he end up here?
Could it be that he rescued those people from the basement?!
Klein remembered the burly man's corpse in the basement and the empty dungeon.
Sure enough, James Scott was no ordinary man! He felt a chill run down his spine, but then he felt relieved.
That's right, how could someone who can be friends with Lorne Disenke be an ordinary person!
So disheveled—could it be that he was caught in the explosion? Looking at the other person's disheveled appearance, covered in dust and with tattered clothes, he felt a strange sense of guilt.
"If you had told me you were here earlier, I wouldn't have lit the gas." He muttered to himself.
Wait a minute! We're not enemies, why waste time here? — Klein suddenly realized this.
He took a step back. To Lorne's puzzled gaze, a tarot card scattered nearby suddenly fluttered in the wind. Then, with a slight effort, the card abruptly changed direction and flew towards Lorne.
hidden weapon?!
Lorne instinctively stepped back. But as soon as he took a step, he saw the "ghost" in front of him quickly take off and fly into the distant night sky, disappearing from his sight in the blink of an eye.
Could it be—not an enemy? Or a competitor?
Lorne looked at the scene before him with some surprise. He recalled the sounds of fighting he had heard outside the villa earlier.
"To run into a fellow professional in something like this, unbelievable—" He chuckled bitterly, shook his head, and said, "Get out of here!"
!! ?
This is----
Before leaving, a playing card at his feet caught his attention. It was the same card the "ghost" had thrown at him before leaving. He hesitated for a moment, then curiously leaned closer, using the flickering firelight in the distance to make out the image on the card.
That was a tarot card.
"world"!
On the other side, as a gust of wind blew by, "God's Pigeon" Ace Snake arrived late.
"Why are you here—"
A middle-aged man, around forty years old and dressed in a sharp suit, had already arrived. He had a pair of golden eyes that shone like gold, and he was coldly surveying everything around him.
Upon hearing the question, the handsome "Dove of God" replied with a less-than-pleasant expression, "I live nearby."
The two arrived at the ruins of the restaurant.
"A vengeful spirit?" A member of the Rose School?
"Not a vengeful spirit, nor a true undead creature"
"And it wasn't just one person."
There was a pile of playing cards on the ground.
"Poker?" Ice Snake asked.
"No, it's Tarot."
"Whoosh—whoosh—"
Despite the excruciating pain in his abdomen, Lorne ran as fast as he could out of the villa's vicinity.
"We're nearing our limit—"
He leaned against the wall and knelt on the ground.
The premonition of impending doom is growing stronger, and a sense of danger is emanating from all directions.
"Phew—we have to get out of here quickly—otherwise—"
He struggled to his feet again, his gaze fixed on the end of the street. If only he could hold on a little longer, cross this street, and leave the Joewood district for the more complicated East End, where it would be easier to hide.
!!!
"Click."
The crisp sound of a bullet being chambered.
"Sir, you're very suspicious."
"A serious criminal case has just occurred here. Please come back with us to cooperate with the investigation."
Lorne slowly raised his hands and turned slightly around.
He saw a dozen men dressed as police officers, armed with revolvers, surrounding him warily.
Among them, several exhibited spiritual responses that were clearly different from those of ordinary people.
This feeling—Lorne was very familiar with it. He had experienced it frequently during his time adrift at sea.
Substitute punishment!
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