"The male deceased was about fifty to fifty-five years old. His body was divided into two pieces from the middle of the thoracic vertebrae by a huge tearing force, and he died on the spot..." Although the weather was very cold, Deacon was wiping sweat all over his forehead and listening to his subordinates' reports.

The murder scene was in the bedroom, a very spacious bedroom, which was so spacious that it could match the living area of ​​some civilian families. Because the bodies were broken, the specific death figures could not be confirmed for the time being, but at least five people were more than five. The scene in the room was simply a slaughterhouse. Even though most of the remaining limbs had been cleaned up, the remaining blood, body fluids, and some slippery substances that were unknown to them still emitted a disgusting smell.

Paper Hero came in from the door at this time: "Okay OK, this familiar smell..." He frowned as soon as he stepped in, and pulled the collar of the windbreaker higher.

Deakin turned around and said, "Why are you discharged from the hospital?"

Paper Hero said: "I just went to HL's branch to do something, and then I received the news there. Since they are all here, let's talk to me."

Deakin said, "I left the hospital, picked a restaurant, and just sat down and ordered two dishes. The director called me and told me in a tone that something big happened."

The paper man said: "Ah, aristocrat...I remember this is Baron Giuseppe's mansion."

Deakin continued: "It should have died early this morning. The servant came to knock on the door until noon as usual, and there was no response. Then he smelled a strange smell."

"Looking at these traces, there is more than one baron who died." The paper man squatted down and looked at the blood stains.

Deakin said: "Ah, the Baron must be dead. The part above his chest is relatively complete. You can confirm from his face that others... about four or five women."

"Ha, if you are poor, you will be safe; if you are rich, you will be full of wives and concubines." The paper hero sneered: "This huge bedroom is soundproofed on six sides. The servant didn't knock on the door until noon. It seems that he was singing every night and died."

"Don't comment on his lifestyle anymore. There are so many nobles who live like this. Just do our job well." Deakin also occasionally said a few honest words. Obviously, he didn't want the paper hero to make some inappropriate remarks in public.

The Paper Warrior was distracted: "Of course, of course, this is what it should be, but I think there is no job here. Just judging from the scene, it is already very obvious who is the killer."

Deakin wasn't stupid either, he continued: "The one in the Copper Parrot Bar?"

The paper hero said: "He is called Blood Owl."

Deakin asked quickly, "Do you have clues about his whereabouts?"

The paper man smiled bitterly: "No, I can't catch him even if there is one." He said and was about to leave: "I have to admit that Jim said the correct opinions to me at the beginning. The prisoner of the level 4 of the danger level can only let HL send reinforcements."

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That night, Jim Malone's office.

When Paper Man visited, both Ma Long and Faro had been waiting for a long time.

"Sorry, I'm late." Paper He said this to Faro. With his friendship with Ma Long, there is no need to be so polite.

Faro said: "It's okay, we haven't waited for too long."

The paper hero also sat down and said, "I have seen the scene. Giuseppe is undoubtedly killed by the Blood Owl."

Malone lit the cigar again: "What do you think is his purpose?"

Paper Heroes; "According to the normal thinking, what he did this time is to do the best, and to the smallest, to eliminate harm for the people."

Faro cleared his throat: "Mr. Ness, please pay attention to your wording."

Paper man shrugged and said, "But in my opinion, it's meaningless to guess his purpose is. I don't have much contact with him, but I can basically be sure that he is not a normal person, but a complete madman. He acts casually and dares to kill anyone at any time, place, for any purpose, or at all." He said to Faro: "You also heard the conversation between Blood Owl and Botrini that night, he is not just killing ordinary people in the bar."

He went to kill the priests of the Iron and Steel Prayer. The Chief of the Holy City brought the flag-holding officer and a group of warriors to seek revenge with great fanfare. It can be seen that he killed absolutely a lot, maybe thirty or fifty? Who knows, do you think there are those who are solitary in this world who have no ability to go alone inexplicably to form a bond with the Iron and Steel Practice? Think from the perspective of others, if you, or me, have no legal status and have no position, dare to do such a thing?"

Faro thought about it and then replied, "From this case, Blood Owl is still in Venice. He is indeed different from the normal wanted criminal. After the incident that night, ordinary people must have chosen to hide for a while and wait for the opportunity to leave the city. But he committed another bloody case after more than a month.

I think this is also something that can be used. Since he is so arrogant, or in his personality, we will mobilize forces far beyond his imagination and kill him with all our might. Let this arrogant murderer see the horror of the combat power of HL."

Ma Long said, "Do you have a plan or a candidate?"

Faro said: "I plan to contact the instructor Luca at the headquarters. That lord is my mentor. If he is willing to come to Venice to help us, even the Blood Owl will die without a place to bury him."

At this moment, the phone on Ma Long's table rang again. As soon as he picked it up, he had not said half of the word, and the other side shouted in a trembling voice: "Col. Ma Long... General... Governor..."

The expressions of the three people at the desk suddenly changed. Could something happened to the governor?

"The Governor's son... has just been confirmed to be killed!" The man finally finished speaking.

Although this is also bad news, fortunately the governor is fine, which makes people sweat.

The paper man stood up and said, "Okay, I'll go and have a look, but according to my guess, no one else will do such a thing."

Faro couldn't sit still: "I'll contact Instructor Luca now, hoping to stop this lunatic before he killed all the nobles in Venice."

Ma Long was the oldest among the three, and he was indeed a general. He put down his cigar and spoke solemnly: "The work of mobilizing troops to support and all the aftermath matters will be left to me to handle. Before the combat power of the Blood Owl can be brought together, the safety of this city depends on two. He is just an individual. To put it bluntly, he is a powerful and cruel murderer, but humans are humans after all. There is no individual in this world that cannot be defeated. We cannot be distracted and we must do our own things according to the rules."

Both of them responded, walked out of the office, and left separately.

Faro was walking alone in the corridor, recalling the scene when he first came here a month ago. He had just got off the plane and the jet lag had not reversed. He encountered at least two people above him overnight, and was injured. Then there were a series of reports after the incident. Countless questions should be answered, countless lies should be announced, and today, a series of bloody crimes have rekindled...

Over the past month, Faro also secretly investigated many things he was interested in, such as the relationship and history of Paper Hero and Ma Long. The two served in the same army twelve years ago. Eight years ago, the chaos that lasted for four years on the South African continent won, and the two returned triumphantly alive. Ma Long was an officer, and was promoted to the HL branch as the highest commander, and Paper Hero actually went to work as a police officer.

Now it seems that this water city is really hidden. The dispatch of the army that night, as well as a series of unforgettable information blockades, diplomatic words, etc., can all show Jim Malone's ability to do things. A person with this kind of talent is much more useful to the empire than a person who only knows how to fight.

Paper Hero seriously hurt Faro's self-esteem. This ability who has not undergone any HL intensive training is both strong, but far surpasses him. This can only be said to be a gap in talent. If Paper Hero also joined HL, his current military rank is very likely to be one level higher than Faro.

Although these thoughts are quite concerned, Faro has not yet studied the energy and time of the two of them. The most important thing in front of him is to hunt down the Blood Owl. This demon king wandered outside for a day and had to open his eyes when he slept.

He quickly returned to his room, turned on the video communication screen, and connected a name called Luca...

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Fifteen minutes later, the paper hero just arrived at the door of the Governor's son's mansion and ran into Deacon. The fat man looked almost crazy, worried and indifferent.

"Elot! Do you know what's going on? If you know, think of a solution quickly. Do you want the bureau to lose your job together?!"

Paper Hero only found it funny: "Calm down, don't worry, you can regard these cases as some kind of natural disaster of human majeure. HL will soon send a god-like guy to solve everything."

"You can still show such a relaxed face? Recently, there have been robbery, burglary, and sex crimes for a long time. In addition to posting missing person notices to find a few drunkards who never stayed at night, the police station almost never even had a fight between little hooligans at night. I thought the crime rate had dropped significantly and the social atmosphere was in a good harmonious scene. As a result, as soon as you were discharged from the hospital, suddenly there was an incident in the city where two nobles were killed in a row. I said, have you been cursed by some voodoo! Can you lie back to the hospital for a few more days?"

The paper man was too lazy to pay attention to him and walked into the big house, "You have finished surveying, I'll go in and see you in the bureau later."

Deacon gestured his middle finger, roared a few times, and took a few accompanying police officers back. The Paper Hero walked all the way to the house, and the rest of the police officers at the scene knew him, so he didn't stop him.

The body at the scene has not been transported away yet. You can see the Governor Prince, a 16 or 17-year-old boy, whose whole body is twisted like a wrung towel. The bones of this twisted corpse, whose bones are scattered out of the body, their expression is extremely twisted and painful, and blood stains from a large beach spread out from the ground.

The Governor of Venice had a son in his later years, and he was already sixty-three this year. According to Paper Hero's estimate, the old man's emotions should be three steps in the next period of time: grief → anger → madness.

Of course he couldn't care about these things. At this time, the paper hero's mood was already different from the past. He no longer had the idea of ​​"upholding justice". The identity and responsibilities of the police had long been abandoned by him.

A more frivolous attitude and the decadent and indifferent surface of the matter, another emotion is quietly growing in the heart of the paper hero, and will change his destiny for the second half of his life in the not-far future.
Chapter completed!