At that moment, apart from anger, what echoed most insistently through Farolynch's mind was something Mulan had once said:
"Being one of the less intelligent Resurrectors... one of the less intelligent Resurrectors... one of the less intelligent..."
Farolynch was filled with regret. He had already been full of doubts, had already noticed that something was wrong, yet he still had not been cautious enough. If Mulan had been here, surely he would never have made such an elementary mistake?
This was one of the rare moments when Farolynch felt grateful to be a Resurrector. Otherwise, the gunshot wounds covering his body would have been fatal.
At the Police Station windows, several pistols kept firing until they ran out of ammunition. By then, Farolynch had already darted around a corner into an alley.
"He got away?"
"Don't worry. Get some men and chase him! With that many bullets in him, he can't have long to live!"
"Move!"
Whistles soon sounded inside the Police Station. A large number of Police Officers and Detectives assembled and set out, fully armed. Pedestrians scattered in panic, thinking some vicious criminal was on the loose.
Despite having been shot so many times, Farolynch could still force himself to move quickly. The greatest hindrance was probably the damage the bullets had done as they tore through his body.
Naturally, the Police Officers initially pursued him in the direction he had fled, but the blood trail vanished at the mouth of the alley around the corner.
"He must have gone into one of the nearby houses. Search them!"
"Split into teams. We can't let a dangerous criminal like him run loose."
"Quickly! He's badly wounded. This is an easy chance to earn some credit!"
In groups of three or four, the Police Officers rushed into the nearby houses