Chapter 1175
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At this moment, a Rolls-Royce limousine stopped.
A few strange people got out. One of them was the old woman who'd harassed Chen Zhao today.
When Rococo saw Chen Zhao smoking outside the car, her eyes lit up.
"Hey, handsome."
Chen Zhao immediately stopped Bolton, who was about to go to the police station. "Mr. Bolton, this woman harassed me today."
Seeing Chen Zhao's fearful expression, Bolton suddenly found it funny.
"Her? Did he harass you? "Bolton was suspicious of Chen Zhao's words.
"Handsome, don't say that. I just want to have a romantic relationship with you." Rococo looked at Chen Zhao seriously.
Chen Zhao's expression was lifeless. Bolton believed her.
Even he got goosebumps when he heard this.
The words spoken by an old woman who had one foot in the coffin were really lethal.
It wasn't that people didn't respect women or the elderly. It was just an instinctive reaction.
For example, Chen Zhao and Wright often joked, but it was just a joke.
But it was just a joke. Wright wouldn't really want to sleep with her grandson and great-grandson's friends.
So, their jokes would seem natural.
But Chen Zhao really saw desire in the old woman's eyes.
"Rococo." Beisa couldn't watch anymore. She walked up to Chen Zhao. "Sir, I apologize for her words."
Chen Zhao's smile was a bit forced. He really didn't want to interact with Rococo anymore.
"Handsome, can you give me your phone number?"
“no！ I don't know you. "Chen Zhao retreated in fear.
"Rococo, don't forget what we're here for," Beisa scolded.
"Fine, fine." Rococo shrugged helplessly and looked at Chen Zhao. "Handsome, I'll go find you when we get back to the hotel. Oh, you live downstairs, right?"
Bolten looked at the people in front of him and realized that there were four young men beside the two old women. All four of them had blonde hair, handsome looks, and a strong and tall figure.
He couldn't help but suspect that they weren't hired by the two women.
Why were the four men carrying swords?
But the swords in their hands were pretty. They were probably for decoration.
"Are you a police officer here?" Arthur asked as he approached Bolton.
"Yes, how can I help you?"
At this time, Arthur took out an ID. "We are from the MI6."
MI6 was Britain's MI6.
As the staunchest ally of the UA, the British MI6 and the UA CIA also had a very deep cooperation.
Both sides had the right to operate in the other's territory.
Of course, this was after reporting to the enemy's intelligence department.
Bolton was puzzled. The British MI6?
Why were they looking for him?
Chen Zhao's eyes also flashed as he looked at the people before him.
Not to mention the two old women, these four people also seemed to be exuding magic power.
The exquisite swords in their hands seemed to be magic tools as well.
"We need to see those charred bodies."
"Burnt corpses? Are you talking about case FB-1244? "
"That's right." Arthur nodded. "We've already received permission from the CIB. We've received reliable information that the murderer in this case may be carrying out some unknown evil plan."
"What evil plan?" Bolton asked.
Chen Zhao rubbed his nose. He was just killing people to vent his anger. Was this an evil plan?
Were they mistaken about something?
"You don't need to know. We need to see those corpses now."
"Is it some kind of cult ritual?" Bolton asked.
Everyone looked at Bolton in surprise. "You know?"
"I knew it. It really is a cult ritual. Is it to summon some demon?" Bolton said, "I've seen a file before. Fourteen years ago, there was a case of a cult killing people and sacrificing them to the so-called devil in New York. It must be the same thing this time. Are you guys taking the corpses somewhere?"
Arthur shook his head. "No, we're not taking them anywhere. We just want to guard the corpses and make sure that Zhou Qian's body won't be stolen. If the murderer appears, we'll subdue him."
"I think you're too late," Bolton said. "Just now, the murderer killed someone in the police station again. After that, he escaped."
Rococo, Beisa, and the four Guardian Knights heard Bolten's words and their expressions changed.
"You're saying that the murderer broke into the police station, killed someone, and then left?"
"Yes," Bolton explained. "The murderer destroyed the station's electricity first and then broke in."
He wanted to find an excuse for his and his colleagues' negligence.
"Oh no, take us to see the corpses."
"What does this have to do with the evil ritual you mentioned?"
"It didn't matter before, but now it's very important."
"I still don't understand."
"The murderer wants to create an evil creature called the Thousand-Face Demon Spirit."
"Are you kidding?" Bolton clearly didn't believe it.
Even Chen Zhao thought that Arthur was joking.
He was the person in question, and the mastermind didn't even know.
"I'm not kidding. The Thousand-Face Demon Spirit needs a large number of sinful souls. It uses cruel torture to magnify their resentment before death by a hundred times. Then, it burns them to death with evil flames. In the end, all the sinful souls will be reborn in the flames of Hell and forged into one. This kind of evil creature has appeared more than once in history."
"Are you really from MI6? Are you scammers? Or maybe he just came out of a mental hospital. "
Arthur suddenly pulled out his sword, but he didn't slash at Bolton. Instead, he slashed at a nearby car.
The blade of the sword flashed past, and the body of the car was cut open.
Arthur looked at Bolton, who couldn't close his mouth. "Do you think the people from the mental hospital have this ability?"
"Sir, you cut my car …" Chen Zhao was speechless. If you wanted to do an experiment, shouldn't you consider other people's feelings?
"You're still here?" Arthur asked despite knowing the answer.
Chen Zhao was depressed. I've been standing here the whole time.
"You … Is what you said true?" Bolton asked in disbelief.
"Do you still think I'm joking?"
"Hey, don't ignore me."
Arthur glanced at Chen Zhao and then at the car he'd cut open. "You'll receive a check for compensation tomorrow."
"Fine."
"Handsome, if you're willing to spend a night with me, I can give you a Porsche." Rococo's eyes lit up.
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