The incident had happened far too suddenly, and Paul Smith, who had survived the disaster, was left dazed for a moment.
He looked around and found that all the people lying on the ground were unfamiliar faces he did not know. It made him murmur instinctively, "Could it be a black-market deal coming back from the dead... and we just happened to stumble into it?"
"I don't think it's that simple." Vizet shook his head lightly. He looked at Paul Smith and asked, "Mr. Smith, when you patrol, do you follow a fixed route?"
"A fixed route?" Paul Smith forced himself to focus, then slowly nodded. "I suppose... there is a fixed route?"
"Although when we're on night duty, we need to deal with emergencies in every area, when we patrol, we focus on checking a few places in particular."
"Like the place where we first trained, that old dock and warehouse area, and then here too... this old factory district."
Vizet's tone was a little more serious than before. "If the route is fixed, then their target was very clear when they set up an ambush here."
"They were, from the very beginning..." Paul Smith raised a hand and punched his own forehead several times, finally clearing his head a little. "Coming for us?"
"Yes." Vizet nodded. He raised his wand and pointed at the head of the Acromantula beside him. "Mr. Smith, I don't know how much you know about Acromantulas."
"Uh... Acromantulas..." Paul Smith gave an embarrassed, awkward laugh. "I've mostly come into contact with smuggled Acromantula venom. As for anything else... I really don't know much."
He looked at the Acromantula head the wand was pointing at and hurriedly asked, "Is there something wrong with its head?"
"Perhaps with the help of a Tracking Spell, we'll