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

Lafite Road, 11 pm, in front of the warehouse of Lescott's 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 at the periphery.

The path leading to the warehouse was surrounded by guards, and a county police officer was standing next to the guards and recounted the situation to the field agents of the Administration.

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

A female agent walked to him and looked towards the warehouse gate.

"I was cut by a knife. Looking at the incision, the other party has plenty of time." Badell said.

"Do you believe what the county police said Badell? The three gunmen were kneeling in front of him at that time, and there was a county police officer next to him. The killer had time to cut the throats of three people and was not found yet?" asked the female agent.

"Let's go in and see, Connie, it's no surprise that anything has happened these days." Badell 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 who had broken their spine. Their bodies were twisted at a terrifying angle, paralyzed on the ground and motionless.

There were several Mercedes-Benz cars parked by the door, and two cars were penetrated by powerful forces and overturned to the side of the road, but there was no explosion.

"Look at what's inside..." Connie pointed inside.

I saw more corpses lying in the warehouse, all of which were incomplete and the scene was extremely disgusting.

Badel stepped over the corpse at the door, looked at the wreckage of the round table on the ground, and then looked at the corpses, trying to piece together the killer's attack methods in his mind.

"What do you think is?" Connie asked.

"Through the damage, you can tear people into two pieces with just one encounter, either a thunder gun or a soul gun." Badr said.

"It is unlikely that it is a thunder gun... there is no sign of burning on the corpse." Connie approached a broken corpse and looked at the terrifying wound carefully. The round penetration injury was unbearable, and it pierced the entire waist and abdomen, leaving only a little bit of flesh connecting the upper and lower limbs.

"And for these two skills, is it too powerful?" Connie added.

There are four types of gun-type extraordinary skills, namely, thunder gun, flame javelin, soul gun, and ice cone gun. These four extraordinary skills are the standard skills of senior field agents of the Administration.

Because it is both general and ease of use, and is simple and effective, the consumption of spiritual essence is within a controllable range.

Agents with a psionic energy level 2 can throw at least 7 guns, which is enough for use in a battle in terms of their power.

"The radius of trauma is four times larger. It's like four guns are pinched together and thrown out... I've seen a person who can do this." Badell smiled.

"Is it Chen Ke?" Connie said.

"He killed me once...Connie used this trick." Badell said, his black face slightly splitting out on both sides of his cheeks as he spoke, revealing the purple texture under his skin.

"Bader... control your emotions, your face just cracked, hissing..." Connie said, her tongue slipping out of the crack of her lips and poked it, then shrank in.

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

"It's unlikely that it will be related. He shouldn't know about the angel..." Badell shook his head.

"Why don't you use the Administration's system to search him? Grandma doesn't give us much time..." Connie said.

"We cannot take the risk of exposure. You have just joined Yasra, so be careful to hide your identity..." Badell said.

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

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

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

"Dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong!"

"Open the door, I know you're inside."

At 9 a.m., Heinard was in the small fish factory in the deep anchor area.

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

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

He glanced into the room with his spiritual vision and found Lucina hitting the sandbag with force.

Even without spiritual vision, he could still hear what Lucina was doing from the "bang bang" sound coming from the door.

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

After only two steps, the door opened suddenly.

A stream of heat hit Chen Ke's back, and the temperature inside was much higher than that outside.

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

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

Chen Ke was dragged into the house and saw four pistols on the table next to him, leaning against two automatic rifles, and the sofa was full of bullet boxes.

Lucina took Chen Ke to the front of the sandbag, kicked a heavy leg onto the sandbag, making a loud bang.

Then she silently punched the sandbag, as if she was revealing some information to Chen Ke in body language.

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

All of them are 7.62 caliber rifle bullets. Look at the automatic rifle that has removed the magazine against the table. It is a fal automatic rifle and a folding stock style.

The postman has his own network for guns. Speaking of which, I haven't contacted Piholm and the others for a long time. Chen Ke didn't know how Heinard communicated with Piholm. Have you accepted the 3 million offer of the green holy diamond?

"Hu...hu...hu...hu..." Lucina beat for a while, finally felt a little tired, holding the sandbag and panting, sweat dripping on the ground, her calves and fists were red.

"You are..." As soon as Chen Ke spoke, Lucina turned around, her expression on her face seemed rather than angry.

"Don't talk for now, 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, not knowing what kind of nerves she was, but he didn't plan to ask now.

Lucina is a irritable old lady. Although she is not moody, she can also be said to be in a state of uncertainty. When such a woman erupts, she is best to put a play and chase the volcanic eruption to get to the bottom of it. She will only make things boring.

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? Do you know how to fish?" Heinard asked.

"Fishing?" Chen Ke was stunned.

"Yeah, literally fishing, come on, I'm even ready for fishing gear," said Heinard.

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

This time, Heinard drove Piholm's pickup truck, and there were fishing tools in the tow bucket. In addition to the fishing rod, there were two small buckets of special baits, etc. that Chen Ke didn't recognize.

The sudden fishing trip began here. Chen Ke felt that he looked a little mentally retarded when he was fishing in a suit.
Chapter completed!