Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me - v2 Chapter 167

“Don’t move, police!”

Klein looked at the policeman who had been late for ten minutes, and suddenly felt that his hand that had been raised for ten minutes was even more sore.

If I remember correctly, the Civellas Field should attach great importance to this exhibition, and even arranged a team near the museum for the first time, probably opposite the main entrance of the museum.

As a result, with a total distance of less than ten meters, these people walked for ten minutes abruptly?

“Everything I did was in self-defense, as all the tourists here can attest.”

Klein symbolically pointed his chin to the panicked lecturer beside him, and at the same time, he glanced less obviously at the desk that was covered with blood and glass shards.

The bookmark with the emperor’s picture was incompatible with the surrounding creative manuscripts soaked in blood. Although he didn’t want to admit it, Roselle’s handsome face was still spotless, with a stern face.

“Take him first.”

The blond sheriff who was in charge of the security of the Emperor Roselle’s exhibition had a livid face and waved to his subordinates behind him. A few black and white boxes swarmed up and put a silver bracelet on Klein.

Boss Merrick will definitely be very unhappy this time… The blond sheriff’s face is gloomy and almost dripping.

A few days before this undead exhibition was held, he heard from his immediate boss, who was even more gangster than the boss of the gang:

The so-called Roselle exhibition is actually for those big figures in the bank to ease the transaction between the Southern Continent Company and the New Southern Continent Company. The Steam Church was only sent for the limited development rights of the railway project near the original Highland Kingdom. With so many genuine goods, we are going to make this exhibition of the Great Roselle a prelude to the cooperation between the two established companies.

Before the golden rose was bombed to the sky for no reason, it was enough to make the boss feel bad, and now such an important cooperation project has gone wrong again…

He no longer dared to think about how the boss would punish himself!

The blond sheriff with dark eyes clasped his hands on his sides, his knuckles turning white, he glanced at the glass frame that had been hit, and looked at the unlucky **** who was lying on the ground, with a dark red on the back of his head. Involuntarily he shouted:

“Don’t worry about his head, take a piece back to the police station.”

The policeman who was bandaging the unconscious Roselle on the ground stopped immediately and stared blankly at his boss.

He read a familiar emotion from the sheriff’s eyes, swallowed hard, and then his movements became rough. The gauze in his hand was casually wrapped around Roselle’s head a few times, and he grabbed his collar and Under the arm, he was pulled from the ground abruptly.

“By the way, and the one at the back, also…”

He suddenly remembered that there was another client, the blond sheriff, pointing behind him. Before he could finish speaking, he saw a few men and women in black trench coats walking towards him, and the one at the head held a certificate in his hand.

Backlund Police Department Special Operations Team.

Bastard… The blond sheriff’s frown instantly sent a little.

He turned his face away quickly, trying to move his gloomy facial features, trying to make himself look as calm as possible.

“Sergeant Ender, I’m the head of the special operations team this time, Max Mickelson.”

Max gestured with the certificate in his hand, and then threw it to the team members behind him without hesitation. He easily put his arms on the shoulder of the blond sheriff, and said in a low voice:

“These three are our responsibility.”

“But…” Seeing that the “suspect” who needed to take the top bag was about to be taken away, the blond sheriff suddenly panicked.

“The accident was because the gentleman who fell to the ground and the lady in the skirt behind you were taken advantage of, and the gentleman who looked like a scholar was just doing his right thing, do you understand?”

There was no superfluous expression on Max’s face, but the aggravated tone when speaking of “being used” was obviously implying something.

“I understand……”

The blond sheriff’s brows stretched a little, but he didn’t even notice that the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

He’d heard rumors that weren’t quite true, like the fact that, like the recent Crazy Ripper, there’s always some geek in this world.

It’s easy to deal with freaks… For example, all of today’s things are done by freaks, so it’s natural that an ordinary person can’t stop it…

Seeing that the ordinary sheriff was still cooperating, Max let go of his slightly exerted arm and walked over to Klein, who was still being supported by two police officers.

“Step aside.”

A black-haired police officer who seemed to have just joined the job suddenly blocked Max.

“Leon, get out of the way, now these are Mr. Mickelson’s.”

Seeing that his boss waved his hand nonchalantly, the brown-haired, medium-looking little policeman frowned, but his body honestly got out of the way.

“It doesn’t look like you’re surprised by what happened to the unlucky gentleman.”

With his left hand deftly fiddling with the silver bracelet, Max, who took off the handcuffs for Klein, pressed him on his shoulders and whispered while taking him out of the exhibition hall.

“I left a file with the Church of Evernight before.”

Klein took the cane handed over from the policeman, and his answer was a bit vague.

“Okay, Mr. Record, anyway, you’re going to come with us now.”

Max withdrew his gaze on the cane and nodded unknowingly, but there was not much laughter in his mocking tone.

……

Someone took the lead to create chaos… Seeing that the “fat sheep” he was eyeing was taken away by the members of the Heart of Mechanism, Victor Morris, who moved to the edge of the exhibition hall early through the crowd, saw a figure flash past his eyes. , calmly turned his head towards the exit, and threw the distinctive peaked cap on his head to the side.

He walked quickly through the corridor with no visitors, took off his stolen coat and glasses, and replaced the white cloth wrapped around his left hand with his black gloves. Dressed as a nobleman.

He took a few quick steps and caught up with the flashing figure in front of him, raising and lowering his five-fingered hand.

A “devil”?

Smelling the faint smell of sulfur in the air, Victor looked at his right hand. A large hole had been burned in the jet-black glove, and the white palm inside was also stained with charred black.

If the knowledge he had bought before was correct, only “devils” possessed the ability to manipulate brimstone flames.

It just so happened that the most dazzling Beyonder item on the figure, the target of his theft just now, belonged to the “devil”.

So that man suddenly went crazy just now, because of the ability of “devil”?

Ignoring the burning pain in his palms, Victor pressed the corners of his mouth, which were throbbing with excitement, and looked diagonally behind as if he had a premonition.

“Master!”

The butler with a coat hanging on his arm ran over in a huff, his wrinkled face was glowing with a ruddy that did not belong to his age.

“Didn’t I say that you want to call me Mr. outside?”

Victor frowned pretending to be unhappy, and skillfully took the coat that was handed over.

“Where did you go just now, I saw the police come in?”

The housekeeper didn’t care about his young master’s pretentious anger, instead he looked at him up and down, and finally his eyes stopped on Victor’s right hand.

“It’s nothing, you know I prefer small shiny things, but this time someone started it first.”

The right palm that was burned out of the big hole waved twice in the air, and the smell of sulfur in the air became more intense.

“Don’t look at me like that. I’ve just graduated from college and I’m not free enough. I’m definitely not in a hurry to report to MI9.”

Under the solemn gaze of the butler, Victor shrugged his shoulders in a normal manner, and at the same time put his right hand in front of the butler’s eyes, clenched his fist and opened it again.

After confirming that it was just an ordinary burn, the butler no longer asked, but silently took out a spare pair of gloves from behind and handed it to Victor.

Anyway, for the Morris family, their wealth and power are enough to serve as the young master’s willful capital. Even if the young master’s Extraordinary status is revealed one day, he will only join MI9, and he will be controlled and ordered by the military since then.

It would be better to say that the reason why the master has been arrogant to the young master in this regard is that he originally had the idea of ​​letting him enter the military… The old butler bowed his head and pointed his finger in the direction of light.

“Sir, it’s time for us to go home.”

……

Outside the museum, a considerable part of the tourists who originally had a glimpse of the legend of Emperor Roselle walked out of the gate at this time.

But they are not important, because there are many fans of Emperor Roselle outside the door, or citizens who want to see new things are pouring in.

Maybe what happened in the study exhibition hall today will not be disgusting at all~www.mtlnovel.com~ will not even be published in the next day’s newspaper, it will only become the after-dinner talk of tourists who witnessed the disappointing scene. circulated among the population.

But having said that, Backlund is so big, and there are all kinds of unreliable rumors every day, isn’t it?

Neus Andrellard looked away at the museum, where the invisible barrier was raised again, and took a breath.

Although he was often disliked by his father who had never seen a few times because he had not mastered a powerful attack method after being promoted to “cold-blooded”, in all fairness, if it wasn’t for his ability to “gaze inducement” just now that he was concealed enough, he is now being attacked by the Heart of the Machine. The only thing you can take away is yourself.

However, before the “demon” transformation, my “gaze induction” should not be able to go further and precisely affect the target.

Neus objectively evaluated the result of his ability just now, his eyes drooping.

After being promoted to “cold-blooded”, the Extraordinary of the “Devil” pathway will obtain the first innate ability, which is also the reason why most Extraordinary people think that “Demon” is an exception in the twenty-two pathways when the ancient mysticism is not systematic enough.

Because compared to other pathways with roughly similar abilities in front of the half-body, the abilities of “devils” are all kinds of strange, with a strong personal color, not only between different types, but almost every “devil” has different abilities.

For example, some people will awaken in the “cold-blooded” stage to create poisonous fire, while others are weak curses such as “bad words hurt people”.

Neus Andrellard stared at the vast gray area, and under the tall front door, several figures in black and white were walking out together.

“Sorry, unlucky gentleman.”

He bowed there, not a trace of apology on his face.

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