The passengers who got off the train looked at the exit nervously.
A group of a dozen ferocious-looking adult men were blocking the exit.
They were holding pictures in their hands and comparing them to the departing passengers.
When a few of the buff passengers voiced their dissatisfaction, they were beaten to the ground, blood gushing out of their wounds. The police officers turned a blind eye to them, so no one else dared to object.
All they could do was look at the dozen men in fear.
Kieran frowned even harder.
It wasn't because of the police officers' negligence.
It was because of the pictures in their hands.
Even though they were quite a distance away, with his sharp eyes, Kieran could tell that the person in the picture was him!
"Jones's situation is worse than I thought!"
Kieran thought.
The situation before him was enough to explain everything.
Before he could even return to the West Coast, there were already people searching the train station.
It seemed like they had gotten the news beforehand.
It was quite detailed too!
Kieran looked at the pictures in their hands.
Kieran was sure that they had already figured out Jones's background.
They even knew who Jones could ask for help from.
On top of that, they were much more powerful than Kieran had imagined.
Being able to search through so many passengers in the train station without the police officers doing anything was not something anyone could do.
"Have they infiltrated the West Coast government?"
Kieran guessed.
Then, he thought of the chief officer, Schmidt.
Given Schmidt's straightforward personality, he might not be in a good situation.
"Hope everything is fine!"
Kieran thought.
At the same time, he walked towards the exit.
He had no intention of hiding.
First of all, a dozen commoners were not strong enough for him to hide.
Second, he had been discovered long ago. It was too late for him to hide.
Kieran's eyes subtly glanced over the shadow on the ceiling beside him.
There were waves of malicious gazes coming from that direction.
Dak Dak Dak!
Unlike the other passengers, Kieran's footsteps attracted the attention of the dozen men.
The ferocious-looking men were stunned at first. They looked down at the pictures in their hands, then their faces were filled with joy.
"It's him!
"Kill him!"
Amidst the ecstatic shouts, a dozen muscular attackers pounced on Kieran.
In his hands, there were even more weapons such as batons.
The leader of the group took out a dagger from his pocket.
The passengers, who were already terrified, were scared out of their wits when they saw such a scene.
With cries of alarm, the passengers scattered in all directions like birds and beasts.
In an instant, the space between Kieran and the attackers that were charging towards him was cleared.
Without a second thought, the leader raised his hand for a handshake.
However, before he could pull the trigger, his vision was shrouded in darkness.
Wu!
With an ear-piercing sound, it was equipped with
With the crisp sound of bones breaking, the leader was sent flying away. The box in his hand made a creaking sound that made people's teeth ache, and fell to the ground in a twisted way.
The attackers were stunned. They unconsciously looked at their leader, whose chest was flattened.
The enemy was stunned, but Kieran wasn't.
Like a tiger jumping into a flock of sheep, Kieran launched a series of kicks.
Layers of afterimages of his kicks shrouded the men.
In the next moment,
Bang Bang Bang!
The thuds of boots and bodies echoed on the platform.
Similar to the leader, the attackers were sent flying as well. As if they were hit by a car, their bones were all broken.
Just as the attackers were sent flying away, wailing in pain, a black shadow threw itself at Kieran's head. A black sword with a pungent stench was thrust towards Kieran's neck.
Kieran moved his feet and easily dodged the stab.
However, out of Kieran's expectation, the black figure didn't fall to the ground. Instead, it swung its arms like a bird flapping its wings and flew up again.
That's right, it flew!
Kieran looked at the figure in surprise.
A black mantle covered his body and half of his face, revealing only his chin.
Judging from the stubble on his chin and the skin around it, the figure was a middle-aged man.
"As expected of the assistant of the strongest shaman on the West Coast!
But in front of Master Syke, you're still … "
The figure was trying to describe the gap between them in a superior manner.
Kieran didn't give him the chance. He raised his hand and fired a punch.
Bang!
The one that was shot out directly exploded the other party's head.
Brain juice splattered everywhere as the man's body fell to the ground.
The poisoned man's head fell to the ground with a ding, bouncing back up and falling to the ground again before stopping.
Kieran did not even spare a glance at the body. He raised his leg and kicked the bag.
He raised his foot towards the box.
The box tumbled and flew towards the top of his head.
It collided with a figure that only made a slight sound.
Bang!
The middle-aged man named Syke fell in front of Kieran with an expression of disbelief. He spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at Kieran in confusion.
Until his death, he still didn't understand how Kieran had been able to see through such a realistic illusion.
Kieran wouldn't explain to the man. The battle log didn't show any information about the man's death, and the man's movements that made a slight noise sounded like thunder to Kieran.
Kieran reached out his hand and caught the falling box. He picked up the Magical Equipment on the man's body and walked towards the exit.
The passengers around him widened their eyes at the scene.
Everyone was like a statue made of mud.
After a full 10 seconds, when Kieran was nowhere to be seen, some people came back to their senses.
"Aaaaaah!"
"Murder!"
The passengers screamed in agony as they fled the scene even faster than before.
Some of the braver ones tried to call the police with trembling hands.
When the operator asked them about the situation, they couldn't tell them what had happened.
When the police arrived at the scene, they saw bodies all over the place.
As if they were familiar with the scene, the officers quickly dialed another number.
Schmidt, who was exhausted, had arrived at the scene alone.
He, who was exhausted by a mysterious case, wished he could slap these colleagues in front of him, grab their collars, and yell, "Not all murder cases are mysterious!"
However, his duty as a police officer forced him to ask for more details.
When he confirmed that one of the victims was Syke, who had risen to fame on the West Coast for the past year, his expression became even more serious.
He had to take someone who could kill Syke seriously.
"Can you tell us what happened?"
Schmidt asked some of the passengers at the scene.
Unfortunately, everything had happened too fast. No one could explain it clearly.
Even the one who had described it the most made Schmidt frown.
The passenger said:
"They are looking for the man in the picture!
"They attacked this person, and then they were all killed!"
...
Faced with such a description, Schmidt could only ask the police to bring over the photos as physical evidence. He then asked patiently, "What did the person who was attacked look like? What was he wearing? What was he holding? "
"What did he look like?"
"I didn't get a good look.
"However, that guy was carrying a huge backpack and a big box or something in his hand. He was also wearing a black feather cloak. He looked like an ominous bird like a 'crow'!"
It's really ominous! "
Under Schmidt's persuasion, the passenger finally spilled some useful information.
Schmidt didn't care about what the passenger said. He just drew a picture in his mind based on the passenger's description.
Then, a familiar figure appeared in Schmidt's mind.
"Picture!
Bring me the picture! "
Schmidt roared.
He was eager to confirm whether his theory was correct or not.
When one of the officers took the photo from the evidence bag and Schmidt saw the person in the photo, the tired-looking chief officer's spirit was lifted.
"He's back!
He's finally back! "
Schmidt muttered under his breath.
Then, he suddenly thought of something and dashed out of the train station.
He didn't care about his colleagues' shouts behind him.
At the same time, the mystical forces that had been paying attention to the train station received the news through their own channels.
The assistant of the strongest shaman on the West Coast was back! Second Update ~
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