By the time Mr. Coffee arrived, the parking lot had already been swarmed by reporters.
"Make way! Let the victim's family go in first," Mr. Coffee said as he raised the police cordon.
At this time, a blonde policewoman who was maintaining order came over and stopped him.
"Sorry, no entry is allowed here."
"I actually don't want to do this kind of thing because I despise people like this in the past and in the movies. But you have to admit that it's nice to do it once in a while." Mr. Coffee coughed softly, then said sternly, "Who is your bureau chief? Ask him to see me."
The policewoman frowned, "Sir, if you continue to be unreasonable, I will arrest you according to the law."
"I bet you won't do that. Your phone will ring in half a minute, and your bureau chief will ask you to let me in," Mr. Coffee said with a smile.
The blonde policewoman must have just graduated from the police academy not long ago, and her heart was still full of passion. Mr. Coffee's words stimulated her a lot. With one hand already on the handcuffs on her waist, she straightened her neck and said, "No, the law is sacred and inviolable."
"I like how serious you are when you say this," Mr. Coffee said.
As soon as his voice fell, the blonde policewoman's cell phone rang. She glanced at the phone number, and her expression changed slightly. When she answered the call, her expression became even worse.
Mr. Coffee noticed that the blonde policewoman tried to argue several times during the process, but to no avail. The other party must have said something harsh to her, as she was still sniffing her nose when she walked over, looking aggrieved and indignant.
"As I said, the world doesn't work the right way most of the time. It's a pity, but this is the reality."
Mr. Coffee had already seen Vincent, who had arrived at the parking lot first. The slightly plump middle-aged man next to him should be the police chief. The two walked over together, but Vincent gestured for them to wait.
He then said to the policewoman, "Justice and evil are nothing more than two camps. There is no essential difference. In the end, it's the strength that determines the outcome. No matter which camp you choose, you won't be able to carry out your beliefs if you are not strong enough."
A thoughtful look appeared on the policewoman's face.
Mr. Coffee chuckled and turned to walk toward Vincent and the director.
Vincent's face was still expressionless as he said lightly, "I didn't know you had the hobby of being a life coach."
"I have nothing to do," Mr. Coffee rubbed his hands and said, "How is it? Did my companion die?"
"No, but her injuries are not light. She is receiving treatment downstairs."
"Tsk tsk, that woman is really powerful. Even an RPG couldn't kill her." It was hard to tell if Mr. Coffee was appreciative or regretful. "Sure enough, you are a monster like me. Let's go down and have a look."
…
On the second floor of the parking lot, Scarlet was resting in the ambulance with her eyes closed. Her left shoulder was seriously injured, and her scapula was fractured. Before Mr. Coffee arrived, the doctor had just helped her restore her index and pinky fingers that were bent at 90 degrees. In addition, one of her legs was also fixed.
Mr. Coffee staggered to the ambulance, "Wow, isn't this our Lone Knight? You don't look very well."
"If you want to kill me and take away my game items, come and try," Scarlet said indifferently.
"Tsk tsk, you seem to have misunderstood something." Mr. Coffee sat down opposite Scarlet. "I'm not a murderer. I killed those players because they were too weak, and they would only be a hindrance to me. They refused to listen to me, and they always wanted to share the spoils of war. But you are different."
Mr. Coffee paused, "You and I are both chosen. We are special. The boring appetizers are coming to an end, and the main course is about to be served. The proxy war is about to begin, and those who will be left behind will be the strong ones. Lone wolves can't survive. Admit it, you need companions, and I need companions. We are like … uh, like a perfect match between soy milk and youtiao."
"You'd better give up. Even if I have to choose a companion, I won't choose you," Scarlet said.
"Why? I've won 18 consecutive games. Including this time, it will be my 19th. It's hard to find someone as good as me," Mr. Coffee's eyes widened.
"Don't be too confident. Your 18-game winning streak might end in this round."
"Huh?" Mr. Coffee raised his eyebrows. Scarlet seemed to have finally piqued his interest. "Come on, tell me who the guy you fought with was. How many people were there, and how strong are they?"
Scarlet closed her eyes and leaned her head against the carriage. "There was only one person I fought with. I can't tell his age, but that guy's swordsmanship is very strong. I estimate that he has reached Level 3. He must have practiced for at least a decade, and he has a lot of combat experience. He must have killed a lot of people, but there was no hostility in his swordsmanship. No, that guy's emotions have always been very stable.
"Pure skill level suppression, and not relying on items like you?" Mr. Coffee was a little surprised when he heard that. It was as if he had discovered a giant panda. "Ah, is there a psychopath in this world who would spend more than a decade practicing swordsmanship? It's better to use this time to practice marksmanship. "
"I thought so too before I met him. But even with the Mikazuki Munechika, I'm no match for him," Scarlet said. Scarlet said. As soon as her voice fell, a person in charge of cleaning up the scene ran over excitedly with a broken blade in his hands and shouted, "Found it! We've found what you're looking for!"
However, halfway through his run, he tripped on a gravel, and his body fell forward. The next moment, there was a wound on his hand, and blood gushed out.
"Be careful, the blade is very sharp," Scarlet reminded him. Scarlet reminded. She used the hand that could still move to take the broken half of the blade. A trace of distress flashed in her eyes as she carefully put away the broken half of the blade.
"Now that you mention it, I finally feel a little excited," Mr. Coffee said. Instead of being surprised, he was delighted. "I thought it was going to be a clean sweep. I didn't expect to get some extra fun."
Scarlet looked a little puzzled. "Aren't you busy looking for an ally for the proxy war? That guy is not weak. Why don't you just choose him as an ally?"
"You have to admit that having a teammate of the opposite sex is always more exciting than a teammate of the same sex," Mr. Coffee said, spreading his hands.
"…" Scarlet was too lazy to pay attention to him. After a while, she said, "I will forfeit this time. You can play by yourself. I will use a Mission Failure Exemption Card to offset the punishment."
"Don't, I'm still here. Try to win without doing anything. Maybe you'll like it," Mr. Coffee laughed.
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