Arthur and Maltz had devised four hand signals to deal with different situations-
Little finger: something was up, but there was no danger.
Ring finger: danger, stay alert.
Index finger: serious danger, go all out.
Thumb: extreme danger, get ready to run.
The four fingers could convey these signals in various ways, including but not limited to being raised, rubbed, or tapped.
As for the middle finger?
In this world, raising the middle finger meant the same thing Arthur knew it to mean, with an even richer range of meanings on certain occasions.
Especially when Arthur saw Malinda raise her middle finger, his mind would always wander somewhere inappropriate.
But Maltz had no such thoughts at that moment.
When the chief saw Arthur lightly tapping his cuff with his index finger, every muscle in his body tensed. Almost instinctively, he looked out the window-
The Whitebird District, where an explosion had just occurred, was still utterly quiet.
For the residents of the Whitebird District, this was a perfectly natural reaction. These wealthy people had no desire to drag their families into pointless trouble.
They preferred to leave such matters to the patrol officers.
Or rather...
Let the patrol officers test the waters first!
But the Whitebird District's patrol officers had not appeared as they usually did!
Maltz's eyelid twitched.
Because of the Whitebird District's special status, a squad of twelve armed patrol officers was stationed here-they patrolled and rested in groups of three.
The explosion should have drawn all of them here.
Yet not a single one had appeared.
That left only one possibility...
The entire patrol squad had been wiped out!
He sucked in a sharp breath!
The thought sent a chill through Maltz.
The chief had already sensed that something was wrong.
But he had never imagined it