Klein looked at the policeman who arrived ten minutes later, and suddenly felt that his hand, which he had raised for ten minutes, became even more sore.
If I remember correctly, Silveras Field should attach great importance to this exhibition, and even arranged a small team near the museum for the first time, probably opposite the main entrance of the museum.
As a result, the total distance was less than ten meters, and these people walked for ten minutes?
"Everything I did was in self-defense, as all the visitors here can attest to."
Klein symbolically pointed with his chin at the flustered commentator beside him, and at the same time glanced at the desk that was smashed with blood and glass shards all over the surface.
The bookmark with the emperor's picture was incompatible with the creative manuscripts soaked in blood around it. Although he didn't want to admit it, Russell's handsome face was still spotless, with a stern look on his face.
"Take him away first."
The blond police sergeant in charge of security for the Emperor Russell exhibition had a livid face. He waved to his subordinates behind him, and a few black and white squares swarmed over and put a pair of silver bracelets on Klein.
Boss Merik will definitely be very unhappy this time... The blond police chief's face was gloomy and almost dripping with water.
A few days before this awesome exhibition was held, he heard from his immediate boss, who was even more gangster than a gang boss:
The so-called Russell Exhibition was actually for those big shots in the bank to ease the transactions between the Southern Continent Company and the New Southern Continent Company. The Steam Church was only sent here for the limited development rights of the railway projects near the former Highland Kingdom.
With so many genuine products, we are planning to make this Emperor Russell exhibition a precursor to cooperation between the two established companies.
The fact that the Golden Rose was blown up to the sky for no apparent reason was enough to upset the boss before, but now such an important cooperation project has gone awry again...
He no longer dared to think about how his boss would punish him!
The blond police chief with dark eyes hung his clenched hands on his sides, his joints turning white. He glanced at the shattered glass frame and looked at the unlucky guy who was lying on the ground with his head spread out in a dark red.
He couldn't help but shouted:
"Don't worry about his head, just take it back to the police station."
The police officer who was bandaging the unconscious Roselle fan on the ground suddenly stopped and stared blankly at his superior.
He read some familiar emotions from the police chief's eyes, swallowed hard, and then his movements became rough. The gauze in his hand casually wrapped around Russell's head a few times, and he grabbed his collar and
The lower part of the arm was forcefully pulled up from the ground.
"By the way, there's also the one at the back, too..."
Suddenly remembering that there was another person involved, the blond police sergeant pointed behind him. Before he finished speaking, he saw several men and women in black trench coats walking toward him. The leader was holding up his ID in his hand.
Backlund Police Department Special Operations Team.
Bastard... The blond police sergeant frowned for a moment.
He quickly turned his face away and tried hard to move his gloomy features, trying to look as calm as possible.
"Chief Ender, I am the leader of this special operations team, Max Mikkelsen."
Max, who also had a bad expression on his face, gestured with the ID in his hand, and then threw it to the team members behind him without a care. He easily put his arm around the shoulders of the blond police chief and said in a low voice:
"We are responsible for these three."
"But..." Seeing that the "suspect" he needed to carry was about to be taken away, the blond police chief suddenly panicked.
"This accident happened because the gentleman who fell on the ground and the lady in skirt behind you were taken advantage of, and the gentleman who looked like a scholar was just acting bravely. Do you understand?"
There was no unnecessary expression on Max's face, but the emphasis in his tone when he said "being used" was clearly implying something.
"I see......"
The blond police chief's eyebrows relaxed a little, and he didn't even notice that the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
He has heard some untrue rumors, such as that just like the recent crazy Ripper, there are always some freaks in this world.
It's easier to deal with if there are freaks... For example, everything today was done by freaks. Naturally, it's natural that I, an ordinary person, couldn't stop it...
Seeing that this ordinary police chief was quite cooperative, Max let go of his slightly weak arm and walked to Klein, who was still being held by two police officers.
"Step aside."
A black-haired police officer who looked like he had just joined the job suddenly blocked Max.
"Leon, get out of the way, these guys belong to Mr. Mickelson now."
Seeing his superior waving his hand nonchalantly, the brown-haired, average-looking little policeman frowned, but honestly stepped out of the way.
"You don't seem surprised at what happened to the unfortunate gentleman."
His left hand deftly fiddled with the silver bracelet a few times. Max, who took off the handcuffs for Klein, pressed his shoulders and whispered while leading him out of the exhibition hall.
"I have left files with the Church of the Night before."
Klein took the cane passed from the police officer's hand, and his answer was somewhat haphazard.
"Okay, Mr. Beiyu, anyway, you have to go with us now."
Max retracted his gaze from the cane and nodded uncertainly, but there was not much smile in his teasing tone.
...
Someone took the lead and created chaos... Seeing that the "fat sheep" he was targeting was taken away by members of the Machinery Heart, Victor Morris, who had moved to the edge of the exhibition hall through the crowd early, saw a figure flashing past his sharp eyes.
, turned his head calmly and walked towards the exit, taking the opportunity to throw aside the distinctive peaked cap on his head.
He quickly walked through the corridor with no visitors, quickly took off the stolen coat and glasses, and replaced the white cloth wrapped around his left hand with his own black gloves. In addition to the original waist coat, he changed back to
He's dressed like a noble man.
He walked a few steps quickly and caught up with the fleeting figure in front of him, raising and lowering his hand with stretched fingers.
A "demon"?
Smelling the faint smell of sulfur in the air, Victor looked at his right hand. A big hole had been burned into the dark glove, and the white palm inside was also scorched black.
If the knowledge he bought before is correct, only "demons" have the ability to control brimstone flames.
And what a coincidence, the most dazzling extraordinary item on the figure's body, the target of his theft just now, belonged to the "Devil".
So the man who just went crazy suddenly was also because of the "devil's" ability?
Ignoring the burning pain in his palms, Victor suppressed the corners of his mouth that were beating with excitement and looked diagonally behind him as if he had a premonition.
"Master!"
The housekeeper ran over with a coat hanging on his arm, his wrinkled face flushed with a rosy color that was not for his age.
"Didn't I say that you should call me sir outside?"
Victor frowned pretending to be displeased and skillfully took the coat that was handed to him.
"Where were you just now? I saw the police come in?"
The housekeeper didn't care about his young master's feigned anger. Instead, he looked him up and down, and finally his eyes rested on Victor's right hand.
"It's nothing. You know I prefer shiny little things, but this time someone took the initiative."
The right palm with the big hole burned out waved twice in the air, and the smell of sulfur in the air became even stronger.
"Don't look at me like that. I have just graduated from college and am not free enough. I will definitely not rush to report to MI9."
Facing the butler's solemn gaze, Victor acted normally and shrugged unceremoniously. At the same time, he put his right hand in front of the butler's eyes, clenched his fist and opened it again.
After confirming that it was just an ordinary burn, the butler stopped asking questions and silently took out a pair of spare gloves from behind and handed them to Victor.
Anyway, for the Morris family, their wealth and power are enough to serve as the capital for the young master's willfulness. Even if the young master's identity as an extraordinary person is exposed one day, he will just join MI9 and be subject to the control and orders of the military from then on.
Rather, the reason why the master has been pampering the young master in this regard is that he originally had the idea of letting him join the military... The old housekeeper bowed and pointed his finger in the direction of the light.
"Sir, it's time for us to go home."
...
Outside the museum, a considerable number of tourists who originally wanted to see the legend of Emperor Roselle walked out of the gate.
But they are not important, because there are many fans of Emperor Russell outside the door, or citizens who want to see new things are pouring in.
Perhaps what happened in the study exhibition hall today will not make any waves at all, and will not even appear in the next day's newspaper. It will only become a topic of conversation after dinner among the tourists who witnessed the disappointing scene, and be circulated among a small group of people.
But having said that, Backlund is so big, there are all kinds of unreliable rumors every day, right?
Nyus Andrelade looked at the museum with invisible barriers once again raised in the distance, and took a breath quietly.
Although he was often disliked by his father whom he had only met a few times because he failed to master powerful attacks after being promoted to "Cold-Blooded", but to be fair, if his "gaze induction" ability had not been concealed enough just now, he would now be ignored by the Heart of Machinery.
The only person you can take away is yourself.
However, before becoming a "demon", my "gaze induction" should not be able to go further and affect the target precisely.
News objectively evaluated the results of his ability just now, his eyes lowered.
After being promoted to "Cold-Blooded", Extraordinaries of the "Devil" path will gain their first innate ability. This is why most Extraordinaries believed that "Devil" was an exception among the twenty-two paths when ancient mysticism was not systematic enough.
Because compared to other ways that have roughly similar abilities in front of the body, the abilities of "devils" are all kinds of strange and highly personal. Not only do different types of demons have different abilities, but almost every "devil" has different abilities.
For example, some people awaken in the "cold-blooded" stage and create poisonous fire, while others have a weak curse like "hurting bad words."
Neus Andrelade stared at the vast gray area. Under the tall main entrance, several figures wearing black and white checks were walking out together.
"Sorry, unfortunate gentleman."
He bowed there, without a trace of apology on his face.