"Missing?"
"What do you mean missing?"
Ditko looked at the information in his hand and looked at the member in front of him.
"Sir Hunter, it's just like what's written in the book. The Flame Brothers, Bearman, and Hair Fiend have all gone missing on Route 12."
"I know it's unbelievable but this is what happened."
The Funeral Society member answered with a heavy expression.
As the member in charge of the intelligence department, even though Fuco was transferred to the Flame City branch, his usual vigilance and instincts didn't go away.
He had a feeling that something big was about to happen.
"Didn't our men find anything?"
Ditko asked in an unwilling tone.
"You know, even a real Fiend Fiend would have to be careful when facing those monsters, let alone a common member that relied on tools.
It's already not easy for them to send back a message. "
Fuco couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Ditko also fell into silence, he didn't have any intention to refute.
It was the truth.
Even Fuco dared not be careless when facing those fiends and half-fiends.
Let alone those commoners who had gone through training and used some tools.
"What happened there?"
"Is it related to 2567?"
"Or is Perforation Sting up to something again?"
Thoughts kept popping up in Ditko's mind, he couldn't stay any longer.
"I'll investigate it myself!
"Report everything that happened here to Lady Lotus," Duan Ling Tian said.
After saying that, Ditko walked out.
"Okay."
Fuco nodded and after he saw Ditko off, he started to draft up a new document and was ready to hand it over to the Fiend Exorcist.
While the Funeral Society was making their move, some other people in Flame City were making their move as well.
Inside a dark alleyway, Albunai didn't mind leaning on the dirty wall, he was holding a paper bag and patiently waiting for the arrival of the trader.
Around 10 minutes later, a figure carefully approached the alley.
The figure peeked outside the alleyway and when he saw Albunai, he heaved a sigh of relief and quickly walked in.
"You're late."
Albunai said, his dark and ferocious-looking face trembling like a shark about to open its bloody mouth.
Albunai was patient enough but it didn't mean he would willingly wait for someone who was late.
The one who was late took a step back in fear and quickly said, "Oaker has been tracking me down too closely recently. I wanted to ask him for help, so I had to spend more time."
"That's your problem, not a reason for me to wait here."
Albunai waved his hand.
The guy who was late immediately hit the wall on the side. After the bones in his body made a crisp sound, his whole body slowly slid down.
"This is just a reminder!"
"If there is a next time …"
Albunai didn't finish but the meaning behind his words was enough to explain everything.
"Don't worry!"
"I won't!"
"I swear!"
Who knew how many bones were broken, but he didn't die. He didn't even feel any pain. But because of this, this guy was even more terrified. He crawled there, not moving at all.
"Very well."
Albunai nodded and simply threw the paper bag in front of the guy. He then took out two rolls of cash from the guy's pocket and walked out without turning back.
As for what would happen to the guy?
Albunai didn't care at all.
All he wanted was to achieve his goal.
After walking out of the alleyway, Albunai went around two blocks and entered a small underground bar.
There were no signboards or any eye-catching signs.
Other than frequent customers, no one would find their way here.
Or in other words, the bar only catered to frequent customers.
Albunai walked to the bar counter and sat beside Zackary.
Zackary, who was dressed in a neat suit and had a handsome face, didn't fit in with the slightly dirty environment of the bar but he was leisurely pouring himself a glass of wine. Even under Albunai's gaze, he didn't change a bit. He only looked at Albunai when he finished his glass of wine.
"You need to change your habits.
"Otherwise, it will be very easy to be targeted."
This isn't our turf. "
Zackary said but he wasn't nervous at all. Instead, he poured himself another glass of wine.
"My business is done."
Where's yours? "
Albunai snatched the glass and stared at Zackary with a gloomy face.
If he had a choice, Albunai wouldn't want to team up with Zackary to complete this kind of mission that concerned his life and death.
It wasn't that Zackary wasn't strong enough.
In fact, in the whole of Perforation Sting, Zackary was similar to him, one of the few powerhouses.
However, Zackary's attitude wasn't something Albunai liked.
Pretentious and lazy.
And …
Not reliable enough.
That's right, not reliable enough.
From the first moment Albunai met Zackary, he didn't think he was a reliable person that he could trust his back to.
Therefore, Albunai didn't want to have too much contact with Zackary.
Just like now, Albunai was eager to know the progress of Zackary's mission. He wanted to leave immediately and he had made up his mind not to meet Zackary again before the mission actually started.
"My mission?"
"Of course it's done.
But I noticed something more interesting … Don't you want to hear it? "
Before Zackary could finish, Albunai already stood up and left. Zackary asked loudly when he saw Albunai's back.
"Not interested."
Albunai acted according to his will. Not only did he not stop, he even hastened his pace.
Zackary shook his head and sighed softly after he picked up his glass.
"What a pity!
"If you hear that the pursuers who came for the Bird of Death have all gone missing, you will definitely be very interested."
But … "
"That 'Bird of Death' sure is a concern!"
Zackary muttered to himself after he took a sip of the sweet wine in his glass.
His handsome face showed a sense of strangeness as he muttered to himself.
But soon enough, he returned to normal and continued to sit there, pouring himself a cup of wine.
…
Beside the main building of the police station, in front of a two-storey building, Old Inspector Oaker entered with furrowed brows.
Flame City hadn't been peaceful lately.
Those bastards who were supposed to be moving around in their own areas were eager.
Fighting, seizing territories.
It was almost the unchanging main melody in those bastards' lives.
But it had its own periodicity.
Unless some big shot got into some kind of accident, otherwise, it would only be a small skirmish and wouldn't be as frequent as now.
Based on his past experience, Oaker was sure if it continued, it would escalate into a large scale conflict.
"What the hell happened?"
With doubts lingering in his mind, Oaker pushed the door open.
Then, he saw the figure in the room.
Instinctively, Oaker reached for the pistol at his waist.
However, when he got a clear look at the figure's face, Oaker's face showed a sense of joy. Then, he thought of something and quickly closed the door. He used the self-made peephole to check the surroundings, making sure no one was paying attention to the place before he turned around and headed to the guest in the room.
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