Storm Church

"How is it?"

"Did you find any useful clues?"

Leo Vargas didn't even lift his head when he heard the question and said directly, "No useful clues. The deceased, 'Damian Flint,' was a member of the Triads gang and was somewhat well-known in this area."

"He was killed around eleven last night at the street corner nearby. His body was then dragged here and abandoned. As for the cause of death, his neck was snapped. According to nearby residents, he had a conversation with the killer, but what they said is unclear."

"Four of his companions were found dead two streets away from here. The cause of death was a single shot from a high-powered firearm."

Hearing the "commissioner's" explanation, a young man with a clean appearance, wearing a Kingdom of Ruun police uniform, asked curiously, "Weren't the wounds on his chest more fatal? With such a large gash, yet the main cause of death was his neck being snapped by the killer, how much hatred is that! Do you think he was an Extraordinary? Otherwise, how could he have had the strength to escape after being beaten like that?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Leo Vargas looked up and curiously sized up the unfamiliar young policeman.

The old policeman next to him explained, "Leo, this is the newcomer who just joined, 'Brandon Harrow.' It's normal that you don't recognize him."

"Alright, Brandon, he's definitely not one of those Extraordinarys you're talking about. Go help out over there first, I'll call you if anything comes up."

With the old policeman's persuasion, Brandon Harrow could only reluctantly choose to leave and follow other officers to investigate.

After seeing him leave, the old policeman turned and explained, "Someone forced him in. The first thing he did was find a way to meet an Extraordinary, but his family also intervened and told him not to get involved with that stuff."

"I really don't know why these young masters are so eager to become Extraordinarys. Isn't it better to stay home honestly?"

"You've seen the cause of death for this person. For us, the way he died is indeed too strange, which is why I asked someone from the 'Special Affairs Department' to come and check. Are you willing to take over?"

"I feel like he should be the kind of Extraordinary who was also killed by an Extraordinary."

Following the old policeman's statement, Leo Vargas nodded directly and said, "You're right, he is indeed an Extraordinary. Although seven hours have passed since his death and his Spirituality has already dissipated, it cannot be denied that this corpse is indeed different from an ordinary person."

"Once you've compiled the case files, just give them to me directly. I'll report it to the Storm Church. Are there any similar cases recently that can be transferred together?"

Hearing Leo Vargas's words, the old policeman stroked his beard and pondered for a moment, saying, "I heard there have been similar incidents in the Dock District recently, but as you know, my authority only allows me to investigate the archives of nearby streets. You'll need to go to the General Bureau to retrieve the files yourself. I'll have someone write one up for you here."

Upon hearing this, Leo Vargas nodded slightly and said, "I understand. Are your police department not planning to change their management model? Every time I have to deal with cases from different districts, I have to run to several offices. If you don't find it tiring, I do."

Looking at the person's complaint, the old policeman lowered his head and said, "There's no way around it. Now, one district has dozens of neighborhoods, and one office can manage a few adjacent neighborhoods, or it might manage several neighborhoods that are far apart. We also find it troublesome, but that's how it's arranged, and we can't do anything about it."

Leo Vargas listened to the old policeman's explanation and directly cursed, "Those idiots whose intelligence is comparable to a 'Curly Baboon,' haven't they thought of any good optimization plans! If this continues, I'm afraid all data collection will take a week in the future."

"Based on the information you just provided, I now need to go not only to the East District Police Station but also to the Police General Bureau, then to the Dock District Police Station. After collecting the files, I still need to go to the Firearms Investigation Department to investigate if any high-powered weapons have been lost recently."

"It's a real headache. Sometimes I really wish they would stand in front of me so I could beat them up properly."

Hearing Leo Vargas's clearly impatient words, the old policeman smiled and nodded, saying, "Then that wish of yours may be difficult to fulfill in this lifetime. It's better to pray to the 'God of Storms' for someone to design a new and more efficient management method, and eliminate those useless officials. At least that's more hopeful."

"You want all the relevant officials to stand in front of you, which is a bit unrealistic. I've been working for over 20 years, and there are some superiors I still haven't met."

After saying this, the old policeman patted Leo Vargas on the shoulder and said, "Let's go. Since this matter has been confirmed to be the work of an Extraordinary, it's up to you guys from now on."

Leo Vargas was about to turn and leave when the old policeman grabbed his sleeve and said, "You're investigating with me so early today, shouldn't you treat me to a meal as a thank you?"

When his sleeve was grabbed, Leo Vargas instinctively wanted to shake off the old police officer's hand. He tried and found that the grip was firm. He said helplessly, "Dean, why are you like this again? Every time I meet you, you make me treat you to a meal. Your weekly salary plus all subsidies has reached 3 pounds and 10 Sules, right? You're not short of money."

East District, at a breakfast shop on Iron Cross Street.

"Ah... a hot soup like this in the morning is truly comforting."

Leo Vargas watched the old police officer finish his meal and wipe his mouth with a handkerchief, then said directly, "Dean, why are you being so frugal? With your income, even if you can't have lavish meals every day, you can still have meat soup every day."

Old police officer Dean didn't reply to Leo Vargas and directly asked, "How will your Storm Church handle this matter?"

Hearing old police officer Dean's words, Leo Vargas lost interest and said, "What else can they do? After reporting it to the Church, there will be a special team to investigate and resolve the problem."

"What, you don't want us to investigate this matter?"

Seeing that the words clearly carried an investigative tone, old police officer Dean shook his head and said, "If it weren't for the involvement of an Extraordinary this time, we would have already labeled it as gang infighting and closed the case."

"I've been working in the East District for over 16 years, and I know that people die here almost every day. But as a police officer, what I most want to see is that the people who die every day are preferably gang members."

Sensing that old police officer Dean's words clearly had a hidden meaning, Leo Vargas smacked his lips and said, "We can't decide these things. Perhaps only God can do it. As for this case, you don't need to pay too much attention. The Church is not a charity. If the deceased were ordinary civilians, they would usually take over directly. For gang members, it depends on whether there is a free team willing to take the case."