MM Racing Chapter 228 The Kind Miss, We Meet Again
Chapter 228 The Kind Miss, We Meet Again
Chapter 228 The Kind Miss, We Meet Again
"Excellent, this set of identity documents is practically identical to the real thing."
"No, this is real."
Lorne examined the identity documents belonging to "James Scott" in front of him, a playful expression on his face.
Miss Sharon is really efficient. I wonder where she got all this stuff from.
Unfortunately, she couldn't find a way to restore the extraordinary characteristics. However, it seems that there's been some progress regarding the "craftsman," but it will still take some time.
With this identity, many things can be done. Lorne stroked the smooth paper, his mind racing.
For matters requiring public exposure and fame, such as his contact with Hale's father, Congressman Macht, he could use the identity of "James Scott."
The identity of "Lorne" has already caused quite a bit of trouble. It's best to avoid getting any more unnecessary entanglements.
If a factory were to be opened in the future, it could be registered under the name "James Scott," while "Lorne" himself could remain hidden behind the scenes and safely enjoy the profits.
“However,” Lorne frowned slightly, resting his chin on his hand, “if we transfer all those shares to the identity of 'Scott,' it seems—we'll have to pay the kingdom a hefty tax.”
In the past couple of days, he also took the opportunity to investigate the girl named Hugh. He discovered that she was quite famous in the East District, a "mediator" with an overflowing sense of justice who often stood up for ordinary people.
"Interesting, she's an interesting girl~"
The underground stronghold of the Truth Guild.
"Achoo!" Klein rubbed his nose.
"Strange, why—I have a bad feeling." He muttered to himself as he carefully examined the various mission items spread out on the table.
Bullets, smoke grenades, flares for calling for backup in emergencies, and a few unremarkable masks for disguising his identity—these are all standard equipment for him when carrying out "special duties."
For the past few days, he has been wearing that "red glove" uniform that he somehow got his hands on, following different squads and carrying out various "official duties" throughout Backlund.
Some went to teach those disobedient gangs a lesson, some went to collect "protection money," and some disguised themselves as members of the "Church of the Night" to "enforce the law," but in reality, they were there to fight for territory with other secretive organizations.
"I'm an informant for the 'Storm Church'! You can't arrest me!"
One of the wild extraordinary beings they were "enforcing" trembled as he defended himself, trying to raise the banner of the Church of the Storm Lord.
"You provide clues to the 'Storm Church,' but you don't provide us with any?"
"Do you look down on our Night Church?" A guild member playing the role of the Red Gloves leader glared at him and began to "reason" with him.
"Come on, come with us back to Charnes Gate for an 'assistance investigation'."
"No! No! I don't want to go!"
To be honest, when he saw that scene, Klein, a former "Night Watcher," felt a strange mix of embarrassment and amusement.
The only saving grace was that he was only responsible for keeping watch outside and conducting the search afterwards. He didn't have to do the truly embarrassing things that would make you dig a hole in the floor.
They even went to collect debts.
Can you believe it? Wearing the uniform of the "Church of the Night" to collect debts!
"If I had known you were from the church, I wouldn't have dared to owe you money! I'll pay you back right now! Right now!"
The debtor, upon seeing the iconic crimson moon on their clothes, was so frightened that he immediately knelt down.
In the most dangerous instance, they even fought for the right to investigate a case against a group of "substitutes" who rushed to the scene, all under the guise of "red gloves." In reality, however, it was only to cover for a colleague whose identity had been inadvertently exposed.
"This is our territory! What are you doing here?!" The captain of the Punishers stared at them with an unfriendly expression.
"This person is connected to an important case we are investigating, and we must take him away! I'm afraid if I hand him over to you, you'll 'interrogate' him to death in a couple of days!" The guild member playing the captain retorted without backing down.
"What?! Are you guys looking for trouble?!"
"No, we are simply stating a fact."
"Damn it! Which squad of the 'Night Watchers' are you from?! I've never seen you before?!"
"You're not worthy to know."
"Who do you think you are? You dare to handle the same cases as us?"
"What? You want to fight us?"
Klein's palms were sweaty; he was both nervous and embarrassed.
The only thing that comforted him was that the society's actions were mainly aimed at churches and other clandestine organizations, and did not affect ordinary people, which greatly reduced his guilt.
Goddess, you will forgive me, won't you? Klein drew a crimson moon in his mind.
"Sherlock, you don't look well."
Charles, who was writing a report nearby, noticed Klein's somewhat unpleasant expression.
"Is it—a matter of faith? I know these recent missions are indeed somewhat—"
"It's alright." Klein silently apologized to the goddess in his heart. "Before joining the organization, I was actually a follower of the 'God of Steam and Machinery.'"
He quickly changed the subject, asking in return, "Director Charles, you don't look too well either?"
Upon hearing this, Charles smiled helplessly.
Why is he in a bad mood? It's because he, a manager who should be sitting in his office, drinking coffee and processing financial statements, has been inexplicably dragged to the Special Operations Department to do this kind of hard labor!
Although he had previously written to his superiors to denounce the atrocities committed by that damned Club 5.
But to be honest, after calming down, he felt a little panicked.
In the workplace, reporting to someone above your immediate supervisor is a major taboo! It can easily earn you a grudge from your boss!
Although he and that "Plum Blossom 5" weren't in the same department, the latter's rank was higher than his. Furthermore, the Special Operations Department did indeed have the authority to temporarily mobilize personnel from other departments.
If his behavior leads to him getting a hard time getting back at them, that would be a real problem.
Just as he was writing the report, feeling increasingly agitated—
A corner of the room suddenly twisted.
A terrifying hound, its entire body covered in short, jet-black fur and with two dark red flames burning fiercely in its eye sockets, suddenly appeared out of nowhere!
"What...what kind of monster is this?!"
The moment he saw this bizarre creature, Klein felt a powerful sense of dread, stemming from his very being.
However, the hound did not make any attacking move; it simply wagged its tail and then opened its mouth, which extended all the way to the back of its head.
It spat out a letter with a wolf's paw pattern printed on its surface.
Then, the monster's figure quickly became illusory, disappearing as if it had merged into the air, as if it had never been there at all.
"Is it a messenger?" Klein suppressed his shock and quickly made a judgment. He had seen Ms. Daly's messengers before, but he never expected that the Society's messengers would be so peculiar.
Charles gestured for Klein to leave first. After the other man left the room, Charles took a deep breath, nervously picked up the letter, and tore off the sealing wax.
We have received your report. We will send someone to investigate shortly.
Backlund, East District.
"Captain Soster, are we really going to capture every wild Beyonder we encounter?"
Leonard couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "There might be informants we've developed among them, or some people who are just looking to protect themselves and haven't done anything wrong."
"There's no other way, the situation is urgent. As for the screening process—we can only do it in detail after we bring them back," Soster replied.
He paused for a moment, then instructed, "In a little while, the regular night watch squads will go first to conduct a preliminary search and drive them away."
"We, the 'Red Gloves,' will strike only at crucial moments, ensuring a decisive blow and minimizing casualties and disturbances."
"Humming. Humming"
Panting heavily, he desperately ran through the filthy streets.
"Why are there people from the church here?!"
She felt a wave of collapse.
She had just completed an "arbitration" commission when she ran into a group of church personnel who were conducting a search!
The other party seemed to be conducting some kind of large-scale search. And I just happened to have climbed over the wall out of the house of that "arbitration" target. That scene was witnessed by the other party, making me look exactly like a "suspicious person".
Although she was also a devout follower of the "Goddess of the Night".
But she is also a wild extraordinary being!
If a wild extraordinary person is taken away by the church, it usually doesn't end well; at worst, they can be imprisoned for life.
When negotiations with the other party failed and he was about to be forcibly "invited back for tea," Hugh ultimately chose to turn around and run away.
However, the church staff were not to be underestimated. Especially in the current special circumstances where "it's better to kill a thousand innocent people than let one guilty person go free," the "night watchmen" were working with utmost enthusiasm.
Before long, Hugh was cornered in a deserted dead end.
"Miss, please give up resisting, cooperate with us, and accept the investigation." The night watchman stepped forward, his tone relatively restrained.
"I·--"
Just as Hugh was about to resign herself to her fate, the "Night Watchman" who was approaching her step by step suddenly froze on the spot with a "huh".
"What...what happened?" Hugh stared wide-eyed in surprise, completely bewildered by what had transpired.
Just then, a cheerful voice came from the alley entrance.
"Kind lady, we meet again."