I know a thing or two about the supernatural

Do you really want to risk the displeasure of the world and seal off the city and roads?

This pot is too big, I can't bear it.

"Then how do I explain to the people? What's the reason for the blockade?"

"Things haven't reached that point yet, so don't be so anxious, but if there is such a day, we can consider disclosing some facts."

"Reveal some facts?"

"Don't forget, who is the source of that experimental subject? The mysterious guide of hell! We only need to reveal part of the facts and conceal the most important part, so we can explain this to the public."

That is to blame the guide of hell himself.

"Aren't you afraid of... angering the guides of hell? Besides, before the damn Trump stepped down, he did a good job of publicizing the guides of hell, and he almost set an example. This kind of If the situation is thrown out, isn't it a slap in the face of our USD United States?"

"No, no, blame it, but don't make it so obvious! Let's just say that we got the experimental material from Hinomaru and it was given to us by Hinomaru. Don't say anything else! As long as Those who are interested will look carefully, and they will naturally find out about the guides in hell."

Wonderful!

This trick of misfortune and Shui Dong Yin is simply wonderful!

This time, it is equivalent to Hinomaru carrying a big pot, and the guide of hell indirectly carrying a small pot.

And most importantly, Hinomaru's side absolutely dare not have any opinion on the matter of taking the blame.

"Well, you can do this, but this is the last resort. You should deal with it first. You must find the experimental subject and find it."

"Yes, please rest assured President Byron, I will definitely find Samuel."

"Samael?"

"Oh, that's right. Samael is the demon that symbolizes anger in the Seven Deadly Sins, and it is also the code name of the experimental subject."

Hehe, it fits the identity of the experimental subject.

"That's it, the matter is left to you. Be sure...you must get rid of Samael, otherwise you will know the consequences."

"Of course, then please leave it to me!"

After speaking, the computer communication was cut off, and President Byron also sat on the chair and looked up at the ceiling.

......

USD United States, Nevada, Las Vegas.

It is 51 kilometers away from Area 120 and is the largest and most prosperous city in Nevada.

Its gambling industry is very developed. At the same time, with the gambling industry as the center, it has developed industries such as tourism, shopping, and vacations. Therefore, this international city full of luxury and money has a different title, called the International Entertainment Capital. .

But now, the international entertainment capital welcomes its guest, a demon named Samael.

Samuel stopped the pickup and stared blankly at the magnificent city not far ahead.

Not only because the pickup truck was out of gas, but also because in his line of sight, he saw the black smoke emanating from the sky above the city, so thick that it almost formed a substance.

440 Chapter Five: Las Vegas (4000)

George Morrison is a man with a sense of justice.

He is jealous of evil, and he can't tolerate half a grain of sand in his eyes. His biggest dream is to become the patron saint of the people.

Therefore, after he graduated, he chose to become a policeman, and worked hard with his dream as his goal.

It's just a pity that when he joined the Las Vegas Police Department as the No. 76 police officer, his blood was filled with cold water.

Las Vegas, the capital of luxury and entertainment, is extravagant, prosperous and full of crimes.

In such a complicated environment, the police often have to choose to compromise and make a trade-off to some extent.

For example, the criminal is right in front of him, but the criminal is the brother-in-law of a local casino owner. Even if he is arrested, he will be released on bail the next day, and the director will try his best to persuade him.

"Morrison, that person can't be arrested! He is the brother-in-law of the owner of the Casino Royale! The owner of the Casino Royale has a close relationship with the governor. If we insist on trying him, we will all quit. The governor just needs one sentence , we have to take off these clothes."

"But the chief! Are we the police going to watch criminals provoke us right in front of our eyes?"

Morrison was a little unconvinced, after all, the criminal's arrogance just now was still vivid in his memory.

"Of course not, but for such a character, we must pay attention to definite evidence in everything, and we can't just arrest people based on some vague clues, otherwise we will have nothing to eat in court!"

Yes, those wealthy lawyers are not easy to mess with. These litigators will do their best to find loopholes and reverse the case for their employers.Messing with these guys is no different from messing with a pack of bloody wolves.

"But the chief..."

"Okay, okay, the other party has donated a lot of money to our police station, Morrison, you should be more careful next time and try not to touch these people. Also, if you really want to catch criminals, then Catch any sneaky nigga on the street, and I promise I won't say anything else!"

Morrison believes that if he persists in pursuing the investigation, not only will he not be able to bring the criminal to justice, but he may also be unlucky.

The reality is so helpless.

As the months passed, Morrison was a little depressed.

Today, as usual, Morrison finished his day's work and drank a lot of wine at home exhausted.

He drank the wine glass by glass, with a slight hint of drunkenness on his face.

Just then, the phone rang, which made Morrison hiccup and pick up the phone.

"Hello? I... I'm Morrison. What!"

With a jolt, Morrison sobered up.

It was Morrison's colleague who called. Just now, the chief of police was killed.

Thinking of the figure with a big belly, Morrison panted slightly and asked, "What's the matter? When I came back from the police station, I found the chief was fine."

"No... I don't know, everyone is off work, or they are on duty. The chief is alone in the police station today."

"The chief is alone in the police station, who found the body?"

"Yes...it's the director's secretary."

Hearing this, Morrison understood.

Thanks to the friendship with various forces in Las Vegas, the police chief is very rich, and even found a young and beautiful blonde to be his secretary. He would be in his office every now and then, doing some interesting things with his secretary. things.

And for convenience, the police station was basically empty at that time.

"I'll be right over."

Morrison put down the phone, and then ran out of the house at a brisk pace.

His residence is not far from the police station, so he soon arrived at the scene and walked into the office.

As soon as he entered the office, his face changed slightly, because the corpse of the director in front of him had shriveled up, and now his fat body was only skin and bones, and the secretary of the director, the blonde girl, was sitting on the ground in a daze, as if she had been tortured. Like some kind of fright.

"Did you find anything out of your investigation? What did the witnesses say?"

Morrison walked towards his colleague, who looked embarrassed.

"Uh, how should I put it..."

"What do you say, dawdling, what happened?"

"The director's secretary said that a strange person crawled in through the window. Before the director could react, he was grabbed by the neck by the strange person. In just a few seconds, the director turned into a mummified corpse, and he couldn't die anymore. And after all this was done, the weirdo jumped out of the window and escaped, and then the secretary of the bureau chief tremblingly called our patrolling people."

"what?"

Morrison's eyebrows were furrowed, and he felt that his colleagues were joking with him.

Where is this horror movie from?

Just grabbing the neck can turn a person into a mummy in a few seconds. This ability seems too terrifying, right?

So Morrison asked back.

"You're not kidding me?"

"Do you think I'm going to joke with you about this kind of thing?"

"Even if what you said is true, that weird person only killed the director, not the secretary, but left an eyewitness behind? Isn't that too strange?"

"Uh, that's what the secretary said, why don't you ask her?"

Hearing what his colleague said, Morrison turned his head and looked at the secretary who was still in shock.

The current secretary, sitting on the ground with disheveled clothes, her full chest heaving up and down due to rapid breathing, didn't care about the problem of her being naked at all.

But Morrison didn't have the heart to appreciate the beauty, he just squatted on the ground, looking straight at the secretary.

"I'm Officer Morrison, don't be afraid, do you remember me?"

"Mo...Officer Morrison."

The secretary nodded, indicating that he still remembered Morrison.

"Okay, now I have a question for you."

After a pause, Morrison said, "You mean, a weird person climbed in through the window and killed the director, right?"

"Yep!"

The little chicken nodded like pecking at rice, and the secretary said, "That weird guy just climbed in through the window. The director just happened to have his back on him. He was on the desk, and he had no time to react before he was grabbed by the neck. Finally... In the end, I saw him, the director, losing weight a little bit in front of me, and his eyes lost all color."

This sentence feels like a lot of information.

"So, have you seen what that weirdo looks like?"

"No...no. That weird man was wearing a black overcoat and a scarf, covering his whole body so tightly that I couldn't see clearly. But that weird man was tall, I'm afraid it's more than two meters."

More than two meters, is the figure very burly...

"Then do you know why that weirdo didn't do anything to you?"

"No...don't know."

The secretary shook his head: "After killing the director, that weird man jumped out of the window and left without even looking at me."

Almost ignoring the secretary, could it be that the director has offended someone, and the other party is here to seek revenge?

Suddenly thought of something, Morrison asked again: "By the way, when that weirdo did it, were you wearing clothes or not, and what was the state of your clothes?"

"Forehead?"

I didn't expect Morrison to ask such a question, and the secretary's cheeks were a little flushed. Anyway, this is such a private question to ask in public.

"Can you not say it?"

"You are the secretary of the director, we need to ask every detail, please cooperate."

"that......"

Although it was difficult to say, the secretary still said: "I'm only wearing underwear, the director just tore off my stockings."

Damn, the director can play!

Morrison lowered his head subconsciously, and sure enough, he saw that the black silk on the secretary's feet was torn apart.

This made Morrison cough lightly.

Well, on a case-by-case basis, Morrison had a reason for asking.

After all, the secretary is a beauty, a rare beauty.Such a beauty appeared in front of a man in that state, even a man would look at her more often.However, let alone taking the opportunity to misbehave with the secretary, the so-called murderer didn't even look at the secretary, which is a little strange.

There are two possibilities, the murderer is a woman, that's why she has no interest in the secretary's body, and there is another possibility, the murderer is a give!

Considering that women are rarely two meters tall, the murderer is more likely to give it!

Perhaps, later, I should go to the nearby bar to see if there are any clues.

"Okay, thank you for your cooperation, but you still need to stay here, we need to collect some fingerprints."

Just as he was about to say a few words of comfort, the door of the office was suddenly pushed open, and a bloody man stumbled in.

"Help...help!"

Morrison was a little taken aback, carefully looking at the outline of the blood man, and finally remembered the identity of the blood man.

This person seems to be a pawn of the owner of Casino Royale, and he himself once caught him.

"what happened?"

He looked at the colleagues who followed in, as if he was blaming them for putting such a person in.

"That Morrison, as soon as he entered the police station, he clamored to find you, and ran in directly. We couldn't stop him at all."

"Looking for me?"