nagpurpolice Chapter 47 Combat
Chapter 47 Combat
Although the membrane in front of us was motionless, it exuded an eerie vitality, giving us a clear sense that it was a living thing.
After gazing at it for a while, the observer might even find themselves projecting their own image onto it, imagining the skin of a living person being stretched and extended to an endless degree, eventually enveloping the building. If it were facial skin, one might even see distorted and enormous eyes, noses, and mouths...
"Holy crap!" Inspector Angus, covered in cold sweat, couldn't help but curse, "What the hell is this thing?"
Everyone turned to Norman, hoping he would provide an answer.
Back in the sewers, they looked down on Norman, wondering why Inspector Angus would let an old man, an outsider, join Scotland Yard's operations team.
However, after being brutally beaten down by reality, everyone is now completely convinced of the occult master's abilities and wishes they could turn into beautiful girls and hide behind Norman so they would never have to face this terrifying and bizarre scene again.
Norman couldn't utter a single word.
People who don't understand mysticism find this scene frightening.
Those who understand the occult are actually terrified.
Norman's heart pounded wildly, and he felt dizzy. He thought to himself, "Am I too old to stay up all night? Why am I having nightmares instead of sleeping?"
The next moment, the woman's clear and sharp shout interrupted his dazed thoughts.
"Don't stand there! Run! Run!!"
Upon hearing the familiar voice, Inspector Angus turned around and saw the figure of Eileen, a maid from the Prime Minister's residence, come into view.
Her blonde hair was disheveled, and her originally neat and elegant long dress had been deliberately shortened by its owner for ease of movement, and it was stained with dark stains.
What's even more striking is that she's holding a short knife in reverse, while a monster is following behind her, sprinting along the ceiling.
Detective Angus had witnessed many strange sights today and thought nothing would shock him anymore, but Eileen's running speed and the appearance of the monster following behind her still made him pause in shock.
The creature's outline was similar to a human, but it had no normal skin; its entire body was covered with dense, long black hair.
These hairs don't resemble the mane of a wild animal—when you see them, your intuition tells you they belong to one of your kind.
Those were body hairs magnified hundreds of times, gray-black, glossy, and thick, each two or three feet long. They dragged and twisted in the air as the monster moved, rubbing against each other and making a soft rustling sound.
Someone couldn't hold it in and vomited.
No one would blame him for being emotionally fragile at this point, because the rest of them were just holding back their anger. Inspector Angus swallowed several times and shouted in his most stern voice, "Shoot! Shoot it!!"
Several police officers immediately leaned against the doors on both sides of the corridor and pulled the triggers at the hairy monster, instantly filling the air with black powder smoke.
The good news is that the bullet worked.
The same thermal weapon that helped humanity establish its dominance on Earth in another universe also demonstrated its power in this world, facing the evil and blasphemous creatures. Two bullets missed, grazing the monster's fur, while the remaining three accurately hit its body, causing it to stagger and let out a painful howl.
The bad news is that the bullets enraged the monster.
It howled angrily, let Eileen go, and charged at the officers who were cocking the hammer in preparation for the next shot!
"Damn it!" Eileen cursed under her breath when she saw this. Using her running speed, she stepped onto the wall in a few steps. Her boots slipped on the wet and slippery flesh, but she managed to flip over by using her core strength and slashed horizontally in mid-air!
"Whoosh!"
The blade flashed like a snow-white crescent moon, slicing across the monster's head.
Large patches of long hair were neatly cut off, falling from a height like seaweed cut in two.
To avoid the attack, the monster changed direction midway, flew over the officers' heads, and landed behind them.
Eileen landed awkwardly among the crowd, letting out a muffled groan, rolling a few times before finally stopping. She pushed herself up and said to Detective Angus on the other side:
"You're welcome."
"Damn it." The detective's fear temporarily dissipated, and he glared at his officers with exasperation.
Norman was old and completely helpless in this kind of skirmish; all he could do was pant and ask, "What happened? Are my students alright?"
"He's safe," Eileen said briefly. "These anomalies aren't directed at us. Viscount Hammond and his wife Viscountess are having marital problems. The Viscountess reported the cult's activities to the police, drawing your attention to the Viscount, and instigating the murder of a guest at the salon, intending to frame him—that hairy guy over there was one of the murdered guests. Alas, poor Mr. Douglas."
"Besides him, the other two guests who came to the salon tonight also did not survive."
Basically, apart from those who evacuated before dark and those associated with Winston, the rest of the guests were all wiped out.
If v1888 or Winston were here, they'd probably say something like, "This isn't a book club; it's clearly an infinite flow game."
The detective glanced quickly at the hairy-haired man, then looked at Eileen and asked, "So, the Viscount is innocent?"
"He was even more sinful," Eileen said solemnly. "After discovering that his wife was planning to frame him, he intended to kill everyone, including the Viscountess and us."
Detective: "..."
Are you out of your mind?! You dare to kill the Prime Minister?
But then he realized that when Viscount Hammond laid the trap for his wife, he had no idea that the current Prime Minister would coincidentally visit him at this time...
He stared silently at Eileen, trying to find the words to deliver a barrage of profanities to the noble, inhumane Viscount and his wife, when suddenly the doors on both sides of the corridor were flung open in unison.
Several servants from the Viscount's mansion rushed out.
The leader roared:
"How did you lowly commoners manage to break into the Viscount's mansion?! The Viscount's plans have been completely ruined!"
Inspector Angus was taken aback, then sneered, "Good riddance! How about that? Didn't expect Scotland Yard to show up at your door in the middle of the night! Let me tell you, your good days are over!"
The servants exchanged glances, and one of them said sarcastically, "It seems the Prime Minister's orders are effective. I've never seen you pay much attention to similar cases before."
"More than that," Inspector Angus thought. "The Prime Minister himself is staying at your house, can you believe it? Even I, the one who sent him the invitation, find it hard to believe now!"
He said no more, and the battle broke out instantly.
The corridor was narrow and crowded with a mixed and dense population, making it difficult to use a pistol. Inspector Angus simply dodged a male servant's kitchen knife, raised his revolver with his right hand, and slammed the heavy butt of the gun into the man's temple. Then, he used his left hand to snatch the knife from the man and swung it backhand!
"Pfft!"
The blade struck the servant squarely in the eye, spurting out a mouthful of hot blood that splashed onto the detective's jaw and chest.
happy!
Just as he was about to deliver a few more sarcastic remarks to the corpse with a cold laugh, Eileen passed between them like a smooth piece of silk.
"Leave the monster to me, you guys take care of the servants first."
Upon hearing this, the detective finally couldn't help but click his tongue. He no longer had the mood to tease his enemy. Instead, as if he wanted to compete with Eileen, he picked up the kitchen knife and swung it at the nearest opponent.