Ark of the Immortal

Drink some water and think slowly. You have to say it in the end anyway.

The immortal man didn't take the glass of water. He looked at the police officer in front of him.

He was silent for a while, until the police officer in front of him patted the table impatiently.

Hurry up! I'm taking notes!

The undead man then spoke slowly.

No, place of origin.

Are you bluffing? You don't have parents?

The police officer smashed the table and pointed at the undead's nose arrogantly.

Looks very cool.

But a few seconds later, he took his hand back angrily, as if he thought of something bad.

Then he picked up the pen and wrote unknown on the undead file.

What follows is a lengthy interrogation session.

For example, why do the undead kill people here, what are their identities, and where do the undead work now?

But the immortal is not angry either. Some things are said and some things are left unsaid.

When he speaks, he speaks slowly, when he doesn't speak, he keeps his mouth closed, and he really doesn't say anything when asked.

After asking for a long time, the police officer who came back without arresting the man asked almost nothing.

He seemed to be extremely angry, and his voice could be heard all over the world, shouting that there must be a way to make the undead speak today.

The policeman standing guard at the door couldn't help but look sideways.

Is this prisoner so itchy today?

Finally, the door was kicked open, and the police officer walked out of the room cursing, with an electrified baton on his waist.

The two guards guarding the door glanced inside.

The undead man even wore a mask, but his hands were handcuffed and there were no signs of beating on his body.

He just sat there, seemingly waiting for the police station to deal with him.

Seeing the senior police officer coming out and waiting for his assistant at the door, he quickly came closer.

Boots, how's it going?

Don't say anything, you're too stupid.

The police officer handed the information and the records of the undead to the assistant beside him, and he took a sip from the water glass placed in the corner.

Ah, what should we do?

The assistant looked a little anxious and asked.

Are you... in prison?

Is he imprisoned? It's an advantage for him!

Officer Boots snorted, smiled darkly for a moment, and then waved.

Throw him to those infected bastards and let him stay and play with those infected people!

ah?

The assistant seemed a little confused. He never expected that this would be the way to deal with it.

After Boots took a few sips of water, the assistant seemed to have thought of something, and he asked again.

No, at the infected colony, can only infected people be allowed in?

He is the infected person.

Boots glanced sideways at his assistant.

Using the Origin Stone spell in public without carrying a staff, what is this if not an infected person?

But... the test results haven't come back yet.

The assistant whispered a few words submissively, and then asked.

How about...wait a little longer?

Wait a minute! I want to show this tough-talking idiot the consequences of being tough-talking! Go, send him to the gathering place for infected people right now!

Officer Boots rolled up his sleeves and said viciously.

I will personally escort him to see if he is honest!

The assistant did not dare to talk back, so he had to retreat with the undead file to deal with the follow-up matters.

But his boss spoke again.

Also, let that woman go. She has the Warlock Association's support behind her, so it's not easy to deal with. Let her go back early and stop fooling around outside at night.

Okay boss, I understand.

Watching his assistant leave with the file in his arms, the anger on Officer Butz's face gradually cooled down.

Then his eyes narrowed with a weird sneer on his face.

He turned around and went upstairs along the corridor to the smoking room on the third floor of the police station.

It was already late at night, and not only the smoking room, but also the entire third floor was deserted.

Boots lit a cigarette and took out his communicator from his arms.

He dialed the last unnamed number in his address book.

With a few beeps, the phone was connected.

Boots spoke respectfully.

Second sister, arrangements have been made.

Well, I know, there's no need to guarantee his safety.

That person seems to have recognized me.

How did we meet? Oh, didn't he bring that blond girl here to play before? The eldest sister also had a few fights with that little girl. I also went up to confront her twice, so I should have an impression.

Bring more people? Okay, I understand. Is the eldest sister coming too?

Should we proceed as planned? Okay, no problem.

After hanging up the phone, Officer Boots took another drag on his cigarette and threw the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray in front of him.

Recalling the calm look in his eyes when he was arrested, Officer Boots was still a little scared.

What would have happened if he hadn't recognized himself?

Boots didn't know either.

But he had personally experienced the infected riot a year ago, and the scene at that time was deeply imprinted in his heart.

The figure wrapped in flames, sparks soaring beside him, like stars over the moon.

If that person gets angry again.

Boots shuddered, he didn't dare to think about it.

The group of infected people that even Victoria's security had finally suppressed was as easy as squeezing ants to death in that man's hands. I really don't know what he would do if he got angry.

On the other side, the company building of Kalam Trading.

Xisha paced back and forth, waiting for Jiao Feng to end the call with his boss.

He kept rubbing his hands, worried about his friend who always liked to hide under the armor.

He is a battle knight, how could he be arrested?

Is it for Miss Tianhuo? It doesn't make sense either...

Just when Xisha was waiting so much that she almost pushed the door open to listen to Jiao Feng's conversation, Jiao Feng finished the call.

How's it going? What did the boss say?

Kakumine smiled, the expression on his face was very relaxed.

He patted the shoulder of the junior in front of him and said.

No big deal.

Does the boss have any arrangements?

Xisha breathed a sigh of relief.

That's good.

No, the boss doesn't have any arrangements. Just let us watch the show.

Jiao Feng's words almost made Xisha angry.

There are no arrangements?! How can everything be okay? Are you still watching a show?!

Xisha's eyes widened.

He was arrested by the Victoria Police Department. He is still infected. He will be taken to an infected colony!

yes.

Kakufeng nodded indifferently.

Xisha was a little confused about this boss's thoughts.

Jiao Feng looked at the anxious Xisha in front of him, smiled and shook his head.

Xisha, who is he?

Who is he? Mr. Immortal?

Xisha always felt that something was wrong, but couldn't explain it, so he just followed Jiao Feng's words.

Jiao Feng asked again.

What is his identity?

Casimir's war knight, Victoria's wandering ghost, the warlock of the Warlock Association...

anything else?

besides?

Xisha looked at Jiao Feng in front of him and blinked, not quite understanding what this meant.

The smile on Jiao Feng's thick face grew wider and wider, and he patted Xisha again.

You've seen the girl named Wei Na, right?

Vina?

Xisha thought for a moment and nodded.

That girl with golden hair? I'll see...

Thinking of this, Xisha paused and his eyes widened for a moment.

Could it be?!

uh-huh.

When Kakufeng saw that his junior had understood what he meant, it was inconvenient for him to say anything else.

Just talk about it casually, just like casual chat.

I was as anxious as you just now, but after the boss heard the news, he smiled and said something.

What?

Xisha asked curiously.

Jiao Feng picked up the communicator on the table and looked at the juniors beside him.

He is a battle knight. Do you care where he wants to go?

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