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Chapter 42 Only One Person Died
"Pfft."
Blood spurted out, and even though Zheng En consciously dodged to the side, the warm blood still splashed onto his shoulder and chest.
Siennis was bent forward, some of the blood he was spitting out still hanging from his mouth.
He was panting heavily, staring at Jung Eun in disbelief.
He couldn't understand why Jung Eun, who had always avoided making a move, would suddenly have murderous intent towards him, while Jung Eun was equally astonished as she stared at the long knife in her hand.
This knife started moving on its own!
"GCPD!"
With a loud shout, uniformed police officers burst through the door. The beam of a flashlight shone on Jung Eun's face, revealing the look of astonishment on his face.
With his eyes wide open, Siennis suddenly seemed to remember something, and slowly looked down at his abdomen, the antique dealer who sold him the knife flashing through his mind.
He was a short man with a mustache, dressed in a Japanese kimono. When I introduced the sword to him, he knelt down with a solemn expression.
The other person told him many stories about the knife, but he only remembers one of them now.
"...It is said that in ancient times, those who possessed this knife often ended up committing seppuku (ritual suicide)..."
Siennis understood instantly, "It's...it's this knife..."
His eyes widened, and the expression on his face became even more terrifying.
Zheng En instinctively wanted to get away from him, but the Muramasa sword was still in his hands. Brock, holding a flashlight, jogged to his side, and upon seeing the scene before him, he couldn't help but smack his lips several times.
"What happened? Why is it all bloody?"
The flashlight beam shone on Siennis, revealing large patches of blood on his body. His abdomen, pierced through, was bleeding profusely, soaking his clothes and dripping onto the ground.
The demon mask on his face had fallen to the ground at some point, face down, as if it were sucking blood from the floor.
"What the hell is this thing? It's so creepy."
Brock kicked the mask away in disgust, then pulled out a handful of tissues from inside his clothes. "Here, wipe your face."
Thanks.
Zheng En took it and wiped the blood off her face. The blood was still warm at this time, making it easy to wipe.
Gordon and Brock were the first police officers to arrive, followed by the others. Some people who didn't know what was going on raised their guns at Jung Eun, but Gordon waved his hand to stop them.
When the others arrived, he no longer needed to carry a gun and stood guard. He followed Brock and surrounded Zheng En.
"Sorry, we should have taken that text message you sent during the day seriously sooner."
He was panting, looking like he'd just done some strenuous exercise. "Are you alright? What happened?"
"It's clear that someone else is involved." The previous motto that only one person could survive had now turned out to be that only one person had died.
After watching the other police officers take over the case of Sinnis, Zheng En finally had a chance to tell Gordon and Brock what had happened that night.
The scene here wasn't suitable for much discussion, so he gave a very brief account. In the end, he couldn't help but look at the long knife still stuck in Siennis's abdomen.
Before any treatment could be given, the Muramasa sword had to remain embedded in Siennis's body. Pulling it out now would be like puncturing a hole in a balloon, and he would soon die from massive blood loss.
After thinking about it, Zheng En told Gordon and Brock about the Muramasa demon sword. As expected, they didn't take it seriously.
"That's just a gimmick used by antique dealers to sell this knife for a high price," Brock scoffed. "I think you're just too nervous and your brain is blanking out."
Gordon elbowed Brock, perhaps because he has a wife and children, making him more sensitive and gentler towards his victims, but their thoughts were largely the same.
"This is probably your first time dealing with something like this, you're probably too stressed. Don't overthink it, we'll take this back to the police station and keep it safe."
I knew it.
Jung Eun silently rolled her eyes in her mind. "Fine."
After such a big incident, he had no choice but to go to the police station with Gordon and the others. Of the people who fought in the office, he was the only one who could still speak; the others had all been beaten unconscious and were taken to the hospital for treatment along with Siennis.
After Sinnis was stabbed, the secretary who came to tip him off tried to run away when she realized things were going badly, but she was caught by the police who came to investigate and ended up in the same police car as Jung Eun.
However, as an accomplice, his treatment was not as good as Zheng Enhao's.
Gordon and Brock could both testify that Jung Eun was an informant, so the other people in the police station naturally treated him quite well.
American police routinely provide victims with blankets and hot cocoa, and Jung Eun was no exception.
Perhaps because he looked honest, on the way back to the police station, he was fed chocolate and cookies by a beautiful and kind policewoman, which made Brock glare at him fiercely.
Jung Eun made a face and went back. Who told you to have a scruffy beard and a beer belly? It would be a miracle if anyone even noticed you.
He spent the whole night giving a statement at the police station, finishing at 3 a.m. He decided to rest in the station's reception room and check the panel.
[Mission: Office or Arena?]
[Siennis Investment Company, you really didn't expect this seemingly ordinary financial company to be like this behind the scenes.]
In any case, a simplified version of a live-action battle royale is a bit too exciting for someone born and raised under the red flag.
Unlike the gang shootouts I've encountered in the past, this alienation, hidden beneath the surface of daily life, only highlights the city's pathological state.
With your help, the GCPD successfully arrested Siennis.
You don't know how many more "Sienis" are still at large in Gotham, but at least after tonight, the number of people dying without cause will decrease by a few.
[Task Reward: Settled]
[US$10,000, 20 simulation points, Minor Mastery of Disguise and Performing Arts, Proficiency in Firearms]
After settling the mission rewards, Zheng En stayed at the police station until six or seven o'clock before leaving and taking a taxi back to his apartment.
The East District was just beginning to wake up. There were hardly any pedestrians on the streets, and homeless people were still lying there wrapped in old clothes they had dug out of the trash cans. Occasionally, you could see used bullets and dried blood on the ground.
In some places, gangs who haven't finished their work are still cleaning up the mess. There aren't many homeless people in these places, since even a pig knows to run when a gun goes off.
Normally, gangs have their own territories, and even if conflicts arise, they won't stray too far from those territories. But there are always exceptions.
If they run into enemies outside their territory and the gangsters start fighting, they won't care about anything else. The homeless people who were resting there can only accept their bad luck and leave as soon as possible to find another place.
Since the East Side is a lawless area with virtually no police patrols, the homeless people here are much more wary compared to other areas of Gotham.
When Zheng En's taxi drove past on the road, many homeless people would look up and make sure there was no danger before closing their eyes and falling asleep instantly.
As Zheng En got out of the car, she saw a bald, muscular man with a bare chest walking upstairs in front of her.
He yawned as he made his way to the second floor, his black vest soaked through, whether from blood or sweat, it was hard to tell.
Zheng En continued up to the third floor. In the stairwell, people in high heels were walking down the stairs. The strong smell of perfume made him sneeze.
As we passed the corner between the third and fourth floors, a loud "bang" came from outside.
Looking out of the window on the top floor, Zheng En saw a child jump onto the roof of the shed on the first floor next door, holding something in his hand. After sliding down the shed, the child tumbled and crawled away.
Wasn't it said that this apartment was protected by gangsters, so ordinary thieves and robbers wouldn't come in?
Just as Zheng Engang was pondering this, he heard someone above him yelling at the window, "You little brat, if you've got the guts, don't come back to this house!"
...It turns out that it's hard to guard against a thief within your own ranks.