Early morning!
Alarms rang throughout the Detroit Police Department. Large numbers of police officers mobilized and rushed to the old residential complex.
The entire old residential complex was deathly silent, without a single sound coming from it. An eerie stillness raised goosebumps all over their bodies.
The Beautiful Country police did not dare advance recklessly. They could only report to their superiors and request military assistance.
Ordinary citizens did not know that Fierce Ghosts existed, but the police department knew full well. With a haunted old residential complex on their hands, they absolutely did not dare enter.
"When will the National Guard arrive?"
Detroit Police Chief Wilbur looked anxiously at the silent old residential complex ahead. He secretly cursed his luck. Why had a Fierce Ghost incident happened in his jurisdiction? If it was not handled properly, he would lose his job.
"The Third Brigade under the National Guard's Sixth Infantry Division has already set out. It's expected to arrive at the scene in thirty minutes."
The police officer beside him reported the latest situation. After the lesson of Saint Phi City, ordinary police had woefully inadequate firepower against Fierce Ghosts. If they went in, they would most likely be throwing their lives away.
Wilbur breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the National Guard arrived, he could hand this mess over to them. Whatever happened afterward would have nothing to do with him.
Just as Wilbur was thinking this, rhythmic footsteps rang out from the old residential complex, which had been silent moments before.
Under the police officers' tense gazes, a tall, thin ghostly figure in an old-fashioned suit from the last century slowly walked out.
"A ghost—it's a Fierce Ghost!"
The instant they saw the tall, thin ghostly figure, the police ranks erupted in commotion. The terror