Diana Prince bent down and slipped through the yellow warning tape. She saw the completely black office building with a strange green glow. She was less than 30 years old, with a strong figure and firm steps, and her eyes were as sharp as a knife.

County police from Opportunity City surrounded the building. Several black vans from the PWAT psionic weapons and tactics unit were parked on the side of the road, with white "psionic weapons and tactics" letters printed on the side of the vans.

They set up a temporary command post and it looked like they had sent people in.

"I'm Lieutenant Morgan." A soldier wearing PWAT's iconic black combat uniform stepped forward and introduced himself. He had white hair on his temples, a businesslike tone and expression, and a specially modified MP5 hanging on his waist.

between.

"CPA, Diana." Diana replied, flashing her ID. There was a very eye-catching dark yellow round shield badge embedded in the leather case. Under the badge, there was a row of letters "central psionic authority".

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Diana looked at her watch, 10:50 p.m.

"The alpha team and the bravo team have cleared the building, and it only took 6 minutes. We are currently trying to adjust the frequency. The psychic explosion effect occurred about half an hour ago, and we arrived in time." Morgan introduced the specific situation to Diana.

"I saw the ambulance. Are there any civilian casualties?" Diana asked, looking at the white ambulance in the distance.

"I suggest you go in and take a look yourself." Morgan replied.

"Is the light slit still stable? I don't want to be locked up for several hours like last time." Diana asked, looking at the several light slits opened by the spiritual explosive device.

"The people from FPI have already gone in first, as well as the forensic doctors. The explosive space this time is very stable." Morgan pouted and motioned Diana to look at another black SUV.

The door of that SUV had "FPI" printed in white bold letters. Diana sighed deeply. Of course she knew it was a vehicle belonging to the "federal psionic investigation".

Because CPA and FPI are under the jurisdiction of the General Administration of Spiritual Energy, their departmental functions partially overlap, which leads to friction between the two parties.

"Those guys are always haunting." Diana muttered, walking towards the slit of light and tying her long, slightly curly chestnut hair into a ponytail.

She unzipped her brown leather jacket, took out a strange-looking revolver from the holster, turned the barrel and checked the bullet. It was a modified Chiappa Rhino60ds revolver, firing .357mag Magnum bullets.

"It's safe in there now." Morgan reminded, looking at Diana's back.

"Professional habits." Diana jumped into the crack of light without looking back.

With a snap, Diana jumped from the crack of light into the green-lit hall. At a glance, the floor was littered with the corpses of human-faced dogs, and a dozen PWAT members were scattered in the hall with guns on guard.

A human corpse fell near the reception desk in the lobby. The body was outlined with white chalk. The blood on the ground had long dried. The forensic team was taking photos and collecting information.

Diana counted the number of human-faced dog corpses on the ground, and then looked at the bullet holes on the floor and pillars around her. She already had her own judgment in her mind.

"This guy is really unlucky. He killed so many human-faced dogs and still managed to escape without his life." A forensic doctor wearing glasses stopped what he was doing and talked to Diana.

"Is there anything on this guy that can prove his identity?" Diana walked over to the body and looked at it carefully.

"There is a wallet, a D-class investigator from Weber Spirituality, named Parker." The forensic doctor took out a transparent evidence bag, which contained Parker's wallet.

"Where's his gun?" Diana asked.

"Not found." the forensic doctor replied.

Diana frowned.

Every time a psychic firearm is fired, it will transmit a coordinate signal to the "Firearms Management Department" of the Administration. This signal is not an electrical signal, but a psychic waveband, which comes from the psychic power poured into the investigator when he tows the firearm.

It will not be shielded in the explosive area.

In fact, the reason why the administration was able to dispatch pwat to control the situation so quickly was precisely because Parker fired the first shot.

Someone must have taken the gun.

"There must have been two people here at that time, because we collected two kinds of bullet casings, one is a white disciplinary bullet casing, and the other is a 9 mm ordinary bullet casing." The forensic doctor explained, taking out another evidence bag, which was full of bullets.

It's a bullet casing.

In other words, Parker was protecting another civilian at the time. After Parker died in the battle, that civilian took away Parker's gun? Diana secretly guessed that people without psychic powers cannot use psychic firearms, so that civilian might

It's also a bad situation.

"Did the civilian escape?" she asked.

"It's very possible that he escaped, because we didn't find Parker's gun on the other body," the forensic doctor answered.

Diana raised her eyebrows, another corpse? She felt that this matter was not simple.

"Where are the sacred objects? With so many human-faced dogs dying here, there will always be sacred objects dropped, right?" Compared to Parker and firearms, Diana actually cares more about the sacred objects. After all, the main function of the CPA is to collect all the sacred objects.

And create files and save them.

"I don't know. We didn't see the sacred diamond when we came in. You should ask Badr from the FPI. He is investigating with another team of forensics on the eighth floor. Maybe he will tell you something useful." Forensic.

He spread his hands.

"Oh, Badr, who else can run faster than him..." Diana had a headache when she heard this name. He was an FPI operator. Every time a psychic explosion occurred, he would rush to the scene immediately.

Get the sacred diamonds first before cpa.

In fact, the FPI also has the right to recover sacred objects, but they do so in the name of "seizure" and "care."

It was very unwise to take the elevator in the explosive space, so Diana climbed the stairs to the 8th floor along the safe passage. There were four PWAT members on guard in the corridor. She came to a slightly spacious office and saw several people.

The forensic doctor is investigating the body of a black man lying on the ground. A few steps away from the body, a tall black man in a black suit is leaning on the desk, playing with a diamond.

That's Badr.

Diana knocked on the door when she came in, causing everyone in the office to turn around.

"Diana, I knew you would come too. But I didn't expect you to come so late." Badr said with a smile.

"You must have had a lot of fun while I was away, Badr. Tell me, how many holy objects did you harvest tonight?" Diana replied angrily. She knew that the diamonds that those dogs exploded downstairs must have been all.

Was "detained" by him.

"Oh, you have wronged me this time. I'm afraid the situation is a little complicated this time. Look at this."

As Badr spoke, he flicked his wrist, and the small diamond in his palm suddenly turned into a dagger.

"Sacred object...where was this found?" Diana asked.

"In his throat." Badr looked at the corpse on the ground with his eyes. After the black man died, his face was eaten by a human-faced dog. The death state was ugly.
Chapter completed!