After a moment of silence, Smith replied with a trembling voice,
"Alright, I'll be right there."
After ending the call, Lou Cheng scanned his surroundings but couldn't find any valuable clues. He had no choice but to turn his attention back to the unconscious Joseph.
In the previous battle, it seemed like it was easy for him to "kill" the Grandmaster of Combat without giving him a chance to retaliate. But in reality, to achieve such an effect, he had gone all out and held nothing back. With the "Ice Mirror" as the core, he had perfectly integrated his prediction, force, unique skill, footwork, and other skills into one. That was how he had managed to subdue his opponent without any accidents.
An Inhuman Mighty One wasn't as easy to deal with as he made it out to be!
Because of that, he didn't hide the characteristics of his martial arts, nor could he. Even if he didn't know how he looked, Joseph would be able to find out who the attacker was after he regained consciousness. That would leave behind a rather troublesome trail.
When he first thought about the Connecticut Criminal Cleanup Plan, he was thinking that he could easily disguise the characteristics of his martial arts and mix in the techniques of the Geruga Sect. However, if he were to face a stronger enemy, once he was sure that he was guilty, it wasn't as if he couldn't be ruthless. It wasn't uncommon for people to have their brains damaged during a "battle". Anyway, the American government would probably like such results. According to his master, their "man-made weapons project" urgently required Grandmasters of Combat who had been thoroughly "brainwashed".
But considering that he wasn't familiar with this place, he didn't have any information or clues. Rashly determining who was guilty and who deserved to die wasn't in line with his beliefs. Moreover, it could easily leave behind other influences. So, he gave up on the sudden plan. It was as though he was playing a YY game. Who knew he would run into Smith?
As agents, they should have more ways to deal with such situations … If it really doesn't work out, I'll do it myself. "Step by step" … As Lou Cheng's thoughts raced, Smith had already parked the car. He maintained interference with the alarm system, walked into the villa, picked up the dropped lunch box, and closed the door.
His gaze swept past Lou Cheng, whose face was covered by his glasses, and landed on the unconscious Joseph on the ground. His facial muscles suddenly twitched, and veins appeared in his eyes. It was as though he couldn't wait to pounce on him and chew on his enemy's flesh!
"It's too fast. Sunny's father hasn't arrived yet. Let me do a preliminary search first." Smith was also an agent who had undergone years of training and evolved superpowers. He quickly calmed down.
Lou Cheng nodded slightly and said in a low voice,
"If you can't find any clues, I can help."
With his perception abilities after breaking through the Ice Mirror, he might be able to "see" more than an experienced person and discover subtle clues.
Through his "communication" with the gem fey and other evidence, he was almost certain that Joseph was the murderer. He was the "butcher" who was the main source of the Connecticut girls' nightmares. That was why he was so certain.
There were many superhumans and psychics in the United States. If there was any other evidence, the case would have been solved long ago. In other words, Joseph's villa was the key to the case. Smith believed that he could find something here, and so did Lou Cheng.
"Okay, you can deal with the scene first." Smith took out the device and began to search from the first floor. He opened the door of the treasure room and cast most of his eyes on the shiny bone sculpture. However, due to the process of identification, he could not make a direct judgment. He could only knock on it to check and scrape off the debris.
Lou Cheng, on the other hand, used pure Fire Force and Ice Force to give Joseph a few hits, destroying the remaining symptoms of Emperor Yan Force and Ice Spirit Force. He also cleaned up the traces of the battle in the living room to ensure that he did not miss any clues that belonged to him.
After a few minutes, when Smith was feeling a little impatient because he could not find any evidence, the doorbell rang.
Lou Cheng narrowed his eyes. His hair stood on end as he prepared himself for action. Smith came out of the treasure room and waved his hand. "It's Sunny's father … We have to hurry. The delivery guy will be here in ten minutes."
As he spoke, he walked to the door and took a look at the surveillance camera. He unsealed the door and let in a middle-aged man with gray hair and sagging cheeks.
Cole … Lou Cheng was stunned. He muttered to himself.
Isn't this the same Cole who followed Joseph's student, Lin Delo, to practice the Geruga Technique?
In the morning, I was still surprised that he did not become a combat apprentice despite being a Professional Ninth Pin fighter. He seemed to have to awaken his own spirit before he could make the "promotion" …
From the looks of it, he has other plans …
As soon as Cole stepped in, his eyes were attracted to Joseph on the floor. His tightly shut mouth made the sound of grinding teeth. The flesh on his sagging cheeks trembled. His gaze was filled with hatred, violence, and madness. It was as though he could melt and penetrate the body of his enemy.
"Uncle Cole, hurry up," reminded Smith.
Cole panted heavily. He forcibly retracted his gaze and began to scan his surroundings.
He did not recognize Lou Cheng. He only nodded gratefully at the "superhero" who was wearing a baseball cap and black-framed glasses. He could not see his face clearly.
"He's Sunny's father?" Lou Cheng asked in a low voice while Cole was looking elsewhere with a sorrowful expression.
He believed that with Smith's monitoring of him, he should know that he was in the same class as Cole.
"Yes. Uncle Cole wants to become Joseph's student so he can guard this place," answered Smith with a gloomy and pained expression.
"Isn't he afraid of being discovered?" asked Lou Cheng, puzzled.
"For a devil who has killed at least forty innocent girls, how can he remember their many relatives? Uncle Cole divorced Sunny's mother a long time ago. He only comes to visit her a few times a year," said Smith after a moment of silence. "He regrets his choice back then …"
While the two of them were talking, Cole seemed to have been summoned by something and heard a voice. A layer of mist appeared in his gray eyes. He turned around and walked towards the treasure room. He stared at the crimson gem and muttered to himself, "What a pity!"
"Sunny, is that you?"
"Sunny, is that you?"
He extended his right hand and touched the surface of the gemstone with trembling hands. Suddenly, the gemstone lit up as though it had been illuminated by a strong light. Patches of crimson jumped out from the gemstone and "caressed" Cole's cheeks.
"Sunny … Sunny!" Cole shouted in a low voice. The fog in his eyes condensed into droplets of water that slid down his rough face and grayish-white beard stubble.
The surrounding gemstones and sculptures were affected by this as they shimmered with spiritual light, enveloping the treasure room in a sorrowful and gloomy atmosphere.
"Sunny …" Smith rushed in with large strides and kept muttering softly. He vaguely felt the warmth that the blonde girl had once given him, as though it was yesterday.
He believed that he had found a clue …
Hehe … Stimulated by the spirituality, the unconscious Joseph's eyes moved as he slowly woke up. He heard "Sunny" again and again and felt the signs of the spiritual object's radiance going out of control.
"I've been discovered …" he said wistfully.
"Why? Why?" Smith turned around abruptly and rushed to Joseph's side. He shouted, "Why did you kill Sunny?"
"Sunny?" Joseph clearly didn't remember who Sunny was. Perhaps he never knew the names of those innocent girls.
After a short pause, he smiled without any hint of remorse.
"Because they are pure and holy spirits."
Cole held the bright red gem in his hand, and his pupils reflected a crimson color. He shouted sorrowfully,
"Where's her body?"
Joseph revealed an intoxicated expression. It was so perverse that it made one's hair stand on end. "Part of it became a spiritual object. The rest merged with me."
Retch … Lou Cheng, who understood the meaning behind his words, almost spat out the coffee he had just drunk.
"Demon, you're a demon!" Cole panted and cursed as he approached Joseph step by step.
Poor Sunny. She didn't do anything. Because of this, she was innocently murdered! She didn't even know the murderer's reason!
She must have been confused, puzzled, and confused at that time.
Joseph ignored Cole and Smith's reactions. He struggled to look at the delivery boy who had defeated him. However, all he could see was his pants, clothes, black-rimmed glasses, and baseball cap.
He was 1.76 to 1.78 meters tall. His body was covered by clothes, and his skin was covered with ice crystals. He couldn't tell which race he was from … but his spirit was very, very strong …
"Are you the new 'superhero'?" Joseph asked in a hoarse voice as he rolled his blue eyes. He wanted to know why Lou Cheng interfered and why he was attacked.
"No," Lou Cheng answered with simple words.
Well, I can't reveal that I was here to eliminate the source of the threat to Ke. That would alert Smith and the rest of them to my weakness …
Joseph killed women for the pure and holy spirit. He didn't limit his targets to younger girls. He might have targeted Ke, who had the talent for meditation …
"Then you're doing this for justice? The 'bane of criminals'? "Joseph sneered.
"Not really," Lou Cheng answered frankly.
Joseph was stunned for a moment. He blurted out,
"Then why are you here? Why are you targeting me? "
Lou Cheng thought for a moment. He lowered the brim of his baseball cap and said,
"I have nothing better to do."
Theoretically speaking, I do have too much free time. That's why I have the time to indulge in whimsical thoughts. Coincidentally, I've always been good at taking action …
"Nothing better to do …" Joseph was stunned. He didn't expect this at all.
Just because I have too much free time, I'm being targeted?
FUCK！ SHIT！ What kind of stupid reason is this?
The anger in his heart turned into flames. He couldn't wait to get up and bite Lou Cheng.
In that instant, he felt the confusion, doubt, and pain that Sunny and the rest felt when they were innocently killed.
In his sorrow, Smith thought that Lou Cheng was merely retaliating verbally against Joseph. Amused, he walked over and took out a metal box the size of a palm. From the box, he took out a syringe, a needle, and a liquid that glowed with a faint golden light.
After assembling the syringe, Smith injected the liquid into Joseph's body. He turned to Lou Cheng and smiled.
"Muscle Slowing Agent. It will make him feel weak for an hour. Also, it has serious side effects that will damage his recent memories. If he was in good condition, he might be able to pull through. But now, may God bless him."
"Not bad." Lou Cheng nodded in satisfaction.
Smith stood up, glanced at his watch, and said to Lou Cheng,
"I'll send you off first. Uncle Cole, watch the scene."
"Okay." Cole replied in a deep voice, his eyes fixed on Joseph.
After Smith and Lou Cheng left the villa, got into the car and drove away, Cole let out a maniacal laugh and slowly approached Joseph.
"What, what are you going to do …" Joseph, who had been waiting calmly for a lawyer, finally panicked.
…
In the car, Lou Cheng glanced at Smith and sighed.
"You should be able to guess what happened in the villa."
"Uncle Cole is determined to pay the price." Smith didn't answer directly.
Lou Cheng didn't say anything else and closed his eyes.
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