Chapter 365: Investigation (Please Subscribe)

Plymouth, Waste City District.

Percy wore a black, tight-fitting trench coat, carefully weaving through various buildings.

"According to intelligence from the Investigation Bureau, the 'Blood Garment Club' has suffered severe blows due to its involvement in the 'Lecture Hall Tragedy,' and the nobles involved have also been dealt with seriously; a pile of old accounts is being settled..."

The original 'Blood Garment Club' possessed a powerful noble background and even became a semi-official organization, to the point where even the Investigation Bureau was somewhat helpless.

However, after the 'Lecture Hall Tragedy,' the Sodom Royal Family, the high nobles, and the military took a unified stance, and these so-called noble backgrounds immediately vanished into thin air.

"Without political protection... those 'Gourmets' have shifted their activities to places with complex population flows like the Xiling District, the Lower City District, and so on... but the place where their stronghold is most likely to exist is still the Waste City District!"

Percy straightened his disheveled clothes and cursed bitterly.

A thin, shrill voice came from the street lamp post nearby.

"Who are you?"

In the original Waste City District, there were of course Holy Spirit churches, but they were later abandoned together.

A bullet specially crafted by the Investigation Bureau landed on the head of an Extraordinary, causing his head to bloom instantly; the other few could not help but stop their pursuit: "An ambush?"

That crow, however, was completely fine, flapping its wings rapidly to fly out of the church area, followed by several cold-faced Extraordinaries who had activated the 'Red' influence to boost their speed!

Originally, Percy had some intention of watching the show, but when the crow flew toward his hiding spot, his expression became very colorful: "Damn it, this dead bird!"

On the blade, wisps of fresh blood appeared.

Night fell.

"An owl?"

Percy felt his spirits lift.

This was an informant for the Investigation General Bureau, who often had intelligence involving the Mysterious in his hands.

Percy already had enough experience dealing with this kind of thug.

Percy looked up and saw the culprit crow; its feathers were pitch-black and smooth, with a red mark between its brows.

"That is not a simple crow, but a Contract creature raised by an Extraordinary? Did someone else set their sights on this place?"

"Using a church as a meat processing plant, those people are truly a talent, damn it!"

"Hey, hey... who dares to curse Lord Bran?"

Black Rat continued to roast the rat meat without much concern.

Black Rat touched the cut on his cheek, his voice trembling: "Don't use my blood to curse me... I definitely won't lie to you... that meat processing plant is in the abandoned Holy Spirit church in the east!"

Although there was little foot traffic, the level of complexity and danger might be ten or a hundred times that of the Lower City District!

"I heard that the Weird Curse here also affects fertility and the health of future generations..."

Black Rat swallowed a mouthful of saliva, rubbing his thumb against his index finger.

Just at this moment, his intuition was suddenly triggered, and he looked up at the sky.

Puchi!

Percy's shoulder twitched; he quickened his pace, ducked into a dilapidated old building, and skillfully opened a certain room.

In the room, there was only a man who looked like a vagrant, roasting a small animal that looked like a rat.

His face was unkempt, making it hard to see his true features, his hair was messy, and the only thing that left a deep impression was that he was missing an ear.

Taking this opportunity, Percy immediately threw out a Talisman, hid his figure in the darkness, and retreated rapidly.

"Specific location?"

Percy held a gun in one hand and a Talisman in the other, watching his surroundings vigilantly.

"Black Rat!"

It hovered over the clock tower for a moment, then landed on the edge of the window, poking its head out to peer around.

Bang!

The next moment, he pressed the other party hard against the wall, aimed a gun barrel at the other party's head, and spoke coldly: "You are not my informant; in a place like this, what is the difference between a person dying and a rat dying?"

Percy's pupils shrank: "No... it's a crow!"

Due to the Weird Curse of the Waste City District, this place was once sparsely populated, later becoming the headquarters for gangs and Secret organizations, and even the best place to start a war!

"Can it talk? An Extraordinary creature?"

After a flurry of chaos, Percy escaped the Waste City District in a disheveled state and entered the Lower City District.

"This... you know, in our line of work, even if you beat me to death, I still need my share."

Percy lowered his voice.

"It's all that dead bird's fault; a perfectly good infiltration mission was completely ruined by it!"

But the next moment, Percy knew this crow was very unusual.

That tiptoeing feeling seemed like that of a thief who was very used to this line of work, or... a peeping tom!

Only to see a black shadow of a bird flying across the pitch-black sky, stopping on the broken clock tower of the church.

Bang!

Accompanied by a gunshot, the glass shattered completely.

Percy swept a cold glance at him, then, without a word, took two cans of meat and a roll of paper money from his coat pocket: "If I find out you lied to me... I have the ability to find you!"

"Hehe! I'm one of our own, one of our own!" Black Rat cried out in pain a few times and immediately raised his hands: "I surrender, what do you want to ask?"

Percy cursed, threw the supplies to Black Rat, and turned to leave.

"So it was the Black Skins... why is it you? Wasn't James supposed to be in charge?"

Bang bang!

He felt that it might just be an ordinary crow from the Natural Sciences, and although it was a bit strange in the Waste City District, it was not impossible.

Pfft!

The black rat seemed to want to ask for one, yet he was a bit too afraid, so he could only answer with a face full of smiles: "Recently, there have indeed been some sneaky fellows in the Xiling Wharf District and the Lower City District. They like to sell a kind of very fragrant meat, and the customers' reviews are quite good... but I feel something is wrong; it seems to have the suspicion of being addictive... and the processing plant for that kind of meat seems to be in the Waste City District!"

The black rat reached toward his waist vigilantly, but the next moment, his movements stopped because Percy flipped open his collar to reveal an Investigation Bureau badge.

Just as Percy wanted to scout the surroundings, there was suddenly movement inside the dilapidated church.

To increase the persuasive tone, Percy also flew a knife directly, shooting it into the wall behind the black rat.

He quickly pulled out his firearm, weighed the difficulty of hitting a bird versus hitting a person, and ultimately aimed at those Extraordinarys and pulled the trigger.

Near the abandoned church.

Percy hid in the shadow of a broken wall and silently took out a notebook to make surveillance records: "Two groups of people have already gone in. It really is a Secrecy stronghold inside, I just don't know if it's related to the 'Gourmet Association'?"

"News about the 'Blood Garment Club' or the 'Gourmet'." Percy pulled a crumpled cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette, and lit it for himself.

This crow is not scary; what is scary is its hidden master!

Just at this moment, a young man walked out from a corner with a face full of apology: "Sorry, sorry... this silly bird of mine has some problems with its head, please don't hold it against it!"

Percy: "..."

(End of this chapter)