"What is that?"

A young police officer exclaimed.

"This is the sign of the midnight executioner. This terrible phantom, and it is not launched at midnight. It is definitely a very powerful executioner. Maybe it is that real clown."

Another older police officer whispered.

James' cigarette burned quietly, burning his index and middle fingers, and then he threw it away in pain.

"This seems to be in the direction of Lu's villa?"

Lu Daming pushed down his gold-rimmed glasses and whispered: "Let's go and have a look, too."

James took out another cigarette lonely, lit it, took a deep breath: "If you don't go, you have to go. It's so big that you can't stop it. You must mobilize the police force in the city."

Su Guanyi carried his sniper rifle, put his two pistols on his waist, and said loudly: "Since you have decided, don't hesitate. No matter how late you go, maybe the Black Stone Girl will be killed by the clown!"

Several people thought Su Guanyi’s words made sense, so they got on the truck, roared with police sirens, and roared away.

The group headquarters, the police station of the Legislative Council, Mao Xuelong just implemented the order and ran to report to Director Du, and pushed open the office door anxiously.

"Director, everyone has been arrested. Now you are on the way to the Duzhou General Administration. You..."

Bang!

With a heavy slap, Director Du shouted sternly: "Come here, Mao Xuelong faked orders to arrest Xianliang, and immediately sent him to the General Administration of Duzhou torture. All the people he framed were released and comforted!"

Mao Xuelong fell into an ice cave. When he looked up, he saw the director standing respectfully. An old man was sitting in his position, and the other two deputy directors were also standing respectfully behind the director.

He immediately understood that he had caused a big disaster, but at this time he could no longer do so, so he just shouted for help: "I am wronged, Minister, this is all arranged by Director Du, he wants to cover it up..."

Before he could speak, Director Du kicked the rest of the words into his mouth.

Two big and thick guards rushed in, knocking Mao Xuelong out of nowhere without saying a word, and then dragging him away.

The deputy minister looked at all this coldly and did not speak. After the office door was closed, he snorted coldly: "The subordinates put the jar on the boss, the result is from the superiors, and the blame is from the subordinates. This is the rule of survival of the group. Look at what you raise, and you still want to backfire at this time!"

The Deputy Minister seemed to have something in his words, which was thought-provoking, but he did not dare to think deeply.

Last time a group of clowns was arrested, the Deputy Minister made a great show of the limelight. As a senior leader of the group, his political achievements represent the right to speak. The current Minister of Law and Ordinance is already in his eighties, and the next one will inevitably be born among the deputy ministers.

Director Du understands very well that the Deputy Minister means that if it is time to shut up, he will keep silent and take all the responsibility on himself.

He was silent for a while, and although he was reluctant, he still said loudly and respectfully: "Yes, Minister! We are always loyal to you."

The deputy minister nodded with satisfaction, then changed his tone and said, "A clown, it's just a clown. It's true, fake, fake, real, and real, but a group of people. They are Yu Du, the midnight executioner. The largest anti-group organization at present, and this organization is called the clown! Do you understand? What should you do, you can catch it, it's no big deal. Hasn't the long night sprouting still been killed yet?"

Director Du immediately understood that the Deputy Minister was giving him a way out.

The Deputy Minister soon immediately, and Director Du also began to reorganize his work. Although he would not have any major problems as long as he defines the clown as an opposition organization, this time, this time, such a thing still needs to be blamed alone!

The group's police force began to act, and a group of people gathered secretly in the slum east of Duzhou City.

They observed the surroundings vigilantly, and after confirming that there was no problem, they closed the doors and windows.

A girl with pure white hair, natural pink eyes, and a petite figure with a ghost mask, stood up.

She looked about 1.5 meters away, and she was obviously very small, but she seemed to have a lot of energy. She seemed to be pulling a big bow tightly, and she might burst out at any time.

She held a black samurai sword that was about the same height as hers and said to everyone present:

"I, the Ghost Swordsman, are your temporary leader, but this time we must discuss the action, and I cannot be alone.

After the bald boss died, we kept hiding like mice, being chased and beaten by the black dogs of the group, and didn’t even have a decent counterattack. I really feel ashamed of you."

The people present were all dressed in different costumes, the only similar thing was that they were all pretending and wearing masks.

They are the famous anti-group organization, the remaining branch of the long night sprouts. Since the previous great leader [Justice Friend A] disappeared, the long night sprouts have quickly separated and disintegrated, and traitors have appeared one after another, and have been beaten by the group to breathe.

The group of people who pretended to have died were their companions, and the bald middle-aged man who led the lead was one of their previous leaders.

The people who had been hit by the group who had almost lost their fighting spirit had already lurked and played their role quietly, but after seeing the huge vertical eyeball that appeared in the daytime, everyone was excited.

They contacted each other and began their first secret party since the bald boss died.

"This is Lord Clown signaling us, and also demonstrating to the group!"

"Yes, we should act immediately. This is a rare opportunity to join Lord Clown."

"But this distance is a bit far. When we arrive, I'm afraid..."

"But will this be the trap of the group?"

For a moment, everyone was silent, and the group was conducting a fishing operation, not once or twice.

The Ghost Sword Ji Warrior was not tall, but very well-proportioned, and had agile legs. He jumped onto the table and shouted to everyone: "It cannot be a trap. The kind of spiritual fluctuations, trembling, inresential and angry, I can feel it. It must be the door in Si Chen's pupil, and he can call out the shadow of the door in the pupil in the daytime. Lord Clown must be a top extraordinary person!

We must go and see if there is any possibility of contact, but it is too dangerous to go together. Maybe the black dogs who are cleaning up the mess in the group will be taken away by the black dogs who are taking care of the mess."

"What do you think you should do?"

A strong man wearing a crying mask buzzed.

"Don't worry, cry, boy, just let me and the bookmaker find out. You can lurk patiently and wait for the news!"

She told her plan, the man code-named Bookmaker was a plump woman wearing a fox mask.

Everyone looked at each other, expressed their agreement, and then left cautiously. After many betrayals, everyone was extremely cautious and uneasy.

The bookmaker and the ghost sword warrior walked quickly, avoiding everyone, and then went into a private room.
Chapter completed!