Chapter 207

Faya lives in the middle urban area on the surface of No. 14 mining area, which is a bleak and poor place. Dirty pollution covers every surface. Most of the time, acid rain keeps falling, and various pipelines make noise all the time.

The light is dim, crawling on the street, and every stone of the building seems to be rotting.

"Go!"

Late at night, the sound from the corner of the street quickly received a response. The law enforcers stepped out of the dark narrow lane in black crustaceans, walked in the front, and opened fire on the heavy iron lock of the rusty gate.

Bang ~!

Deafening gunfire echoed in the alley, making a fist sized hole in the metal.

The arbitrator who came forward kicked the door open and rushed in, followed by the others.

Behind the door is a corridor littered with waste. Several dirty oil lamps provide fuzzy lighting. A sitting man tilted his feet on the simple wooden table, opened his eyes, and hung a pipe filled with hallucinogenic tobacco powerlessly on his mouth.

Through the previous investigation, the arbitrator has known that this is Faya's servant and the person who takes care of the other party's house - although it is basically useless.

Then, the second shot of the shotgun knocked the man back, his blood splashed out, and the whole man fell to the wall.

All the law enforcers half bent towards the corridor and trotted through the scattered piles of twisted metal and broken stones.

"It smells like a damn septic tank."

A law enforcer muttered that everyone agreed, and only the arbitrator was silent.

When he approached a closed door, he suddenly pointed, and two law enforcers behind him quickly positioned on the left and right sides of the door.

The next second, one of them kicked the door, and the two rushed in at the same time, holding the shotgun flat in their hands.

In the alley, the light beam cut through the darkness that could not be illuminated in front of us. Some rodents hurried to escape the lighting, and the odor index has broken the table.

The arbitrator glanced and found another empty alley, another door in front, and an oil lamp on his head weakly emitting cold light.

"Why would a mechanical priest want to live in such a place?"

A law enforcer commented, adding colorful curses.

"Obviously, it's easier to get in touch with his colleagues here."

The arbitrator replied sharply and then interrupted the conversation.

"I've had enough of your complaints."

The arrest team of the Ministry of justice continued to move towards the door, and then heard some vague voices, shouting and cursing.

Taking a deep breath, the arbitrator lifted his heavy boots and kicked them. The chain of the gate had been rusted for years. At this foot, the whole door fell inward.

"Who!?"

This is a slightly empty square space with few furniture. The only remaining sofas and chairs are lit. A low table is filled with paper documents. Beds and desks are displayed on the wall, and a temporary kitchen is built in the east corner.

A man in the distance of the room did not seem to notice the sudden intruder and continued to pour the liquid in the iron can onto the table.

Two other men were lifting the window from the wall. One of them, full of fear in his eyes, quickly jumped into the shadow outside the window.

One man raised his pistol and his face was distorted by hostility.

"Die!"

The gun flame spewed out from the end of the short tube weapon, and the bullet didn't hit any target. The arbitrator calmly raised the gun in his hand, and then opened fire, splitting the other party's head into a pool of blood clots..

"Catch him, don't use a gun."

He instructed the others with his mouth, so the two law enforcers quickly approached the man.

It was too late when the other party noticed the difference behind him.

The next second, the strong arm just wrapped around his neck to firmly fix it. Then the man was dragged across the room, his face fell to the ground, and his hands were painfully fixed behind him.

The man tried in vain to resist, but the law enforcers had professionally pressed the man's back neck with his knees, forcing him to stick to the ground.

"I... I can't breathe!"

Although the man howled like this, it didn't help. The law enforcers still pressed him to the ground.

On the other hand, the arbitrator ran across the room and picked up a page of wet paper from the greasy table. When he saw what was described above, the arbitrator couldn't help swearing - it was a detailed route map of Mining Area No. 14, marked with many hidden tunnels and marked a circle or fork in many areas. I don't know what it represented.

"Put out these damn fires quickly! Otherwise this place may be burned down at any time!"

After greeting the fire, the arbitrator went to the prisoner suppressed on the ground and twisted his face to himself. The man's face was deformed by pain.

"What are you planning here?"

He whispered, but the prisoner spat and his eyes burned with anger.

"What sign is this? I've never seen it."

The law enforcer who pressed the other party suddenly said that he stared at the prisoner's head swing. The dark brown overalls on the other party were damaged on his left shoulder, revealing a rough tattoo.

"This is..."

The arbitrator tore open the man's heavy clothes and stared at the tattoo - a crow with open wings and shrieking, its claws nailed to a skull.

"... Lord of crows?"

"The name of my Lord is not known by fools like you!"

"Talk back hard? Where's Faya? Where did he escape?"

"I don't... know!"

Seeing that this guy was so stubborn, the law enforcers who suppressed him secretly tried their best to make the man moan in pain.

"Don't worry, we have many ways to let you speak and take it back!"

"Yes!"

After announcing the withdrawal of the team, the arbitrator stepped out of the door.

Suddenly, the fighting instinct formed over the years made him aware of something watching him, so he immediately pulled out his pistol.

There was silence outside, only the slight sound of rain and the sound of pipe leakage.

Then the arbitrator raised his gun and looked up at the roof. His eyes came from above.

It was probably just imagination, but the moment he looked up, he saw a shadow passing through the bare rafters.

The arbitrator moved forward and raised his gun to the shadow.

After noticing the hanging ladder on one side, the vigorous arbitrator climbed to the roof in only three seconds and raised his gun at the first time.

Bang!

A gunshot broke the silence of the night, and the bullet hit the tile beside the arbitrator, making him almost fall to the ground.

Then he fired back three shots at the front, but at a bad angle.

The next second, two bullets came from the back of the chimney, and then the metal tile was hit. The flash appeared again and fell on the floor.

The moment the gunshot rang out, the sound of running footsteps came from the lower floor, and the law enforcers rushed out with guns, but the arbitrator had started chasing the man first, but another wheel bullet forced him to lie down and avoid again.

He raised his gun and fired at the roof tiles, opening several holes in the direction of the bullet.

Something hung on the roof and seemed to be in chaos.

Law enforcers have rushed up the stairs.

"This is the legal department! Stop firing now! Raise your hands!"

The arbitrator poured his will and let out a loud roar.

Suddenly, a louder crash came, as if most of the whole roof had collapsed, and something seemed to fall into a nearby room.

The arbitrator rushed up, raised his gun and was about to shout out the next order.

But there was no one, only broken roofs and metal fragments scattered on the floor below a large hole, and a broken homemade submachine gun was thrown between the rubble.

The arbitrator jumped down and saw only some scattered blood on the ground, not normal scarlet, but dark purple