I'm an antique shop owner, so it's reasonable for me to know some magic

Chapter 157 Gathering
Police transport vehicles carrying heavily armed officers are on their way to northern communities.

The policemen were silent, and most of them held the crosses they carried with them and prayed silently.

The detective has announced the special nature of this operation within the police station.

The enemies are cultists who gain special powers through belief in demons, and almost the entire community has been taken over by them.

So it is voluntary to participate.

The city is now in turmoil, and security incidents are occurring in different places. If you don't want to go to the community, you can go to other places.

As more and more strange incidents occur, many police officers have also clearly realized how dangerous this type of case is for ordinary people.

But they got on the car anyway.

The detective looked up and glanced around at the surrounding police officers.

Only this many people came for this operation.

Given the shortage of police force, mobilizing so many people is already the limit.

The scene of the incident was not far from the police station, and a group of police officers soon arrived at the destination.

As soon as they got off the car, everyone was stunned by the scene before them.

"my God……"

A police officer held the cross in his hand and muttered unconsciously.

The sky was overcast, as if a terrible storm was about to come.

But even more unusual is the community below.

The originally unremarkable complex of buildings was now covered with a layer of blood-red gas, as if there was a thin mist.

They could clearly feel gusts of strong wind blowing, but this wind had no effect on the fog below, which showed how strange it was.

"Carl, was this the fog you saw that night?"

The detective turned and asked.

"No, I'm quite sure it isn't."

Carl shook his head grimly.

"Although they are thinner than the fog we encountered the night before, they are obviously more dangerous."

Hearing this, the detective looked at the red mist in front of him again.

According to Carl's description, the white mist can cause people to become mentally ill, have hallucinations, and even start self-harming uncontrollably.

Before the operation, he required all police officers to wear gas masks.

But can this fog really be blocked by a gas mask?
The detective reached into his bosom, pulled out the amulet and began to count it.

He would go to Su Fan to buy amulets every now and then, and the latter would occasionally give him a few.

Over a period of time, I have accumulated about ten of them.

These numbers alone are not enough.

The situation this time is visibly dangerous.

The white mist was enough to shatter Carl's amulet, not to mention the even more terrifying blood mist.

One card per person is simply not enough!
"Karl, how many amulets do you have?"

"Two."

The detective looked up in surprise and was about to ask something, but he heard the boy raise the corner of his mouth with some pride.

"I've already divided the extras, Detective."

The detective was stunned when he heard this, then smiled and handed over the amulet.

"You've thought it through better than I have. Go take these and divide them up again, making sure everyone has at least two."

"Roger that!"

Carl took the amulet and went to distribute it.

The detective felt a little painful as he watched the former hand out amulets one after another.

Su was still dealing with that group of damn lunatics, but he couldn't just watch the police officers die.

Soon the amulets were distributed.

With the life-saving talisman, everyone gained confidence and prepared to follow the detective in.

But the cell phone rang at an inopportune moment. The detective frowned and answered the call.

"Which one?"

“The city was in turmoil, and reinforcements had not yet arrived, but you privately transferred police forces to other places.

I think you should explain the reason to me, Detective Dyson...oh no, Sergeant Dyson."

There was an anger in the other party's voice that was difficult to conceal.

"The incident happened suddenly and the situation is urgent. Dangerous religious activities have caused murder. Now I have arrived at the target location..."

The detective was interrupted rudely by the other party before he could say a few more words.

"Listen to me, I don't care where you are. Take the police officers around you and head to Beverly Hills to set up security immediately!"

Hearing this, the detective's heart was also burning with anger, but he tried his best to keep his tone steady.

"The vicious incident is happening right before my eyes. I cannot sit back and watch. I cannot give up my duty as a police officer to maintain social stability!"

"Don't tell me that bullshit about maintaining order!"

"Where do you think our police department gets its huge annual funding from? From the taxes collected by those poor bastards?!"

“Without the donations from the rich, do you think you can still sit in the police station with air conditioning on, or brag and fart in the gym?!”

"Don't forget who promoted you!"

The director's roar came clearly to everyone's ears through the telephone receiver.

Shameless speeches, undisguised flattery of the wealthy class, and an aggressive tone.

Only then did Carl realize that the upper echelons of the police station had long been rotten!

Anger flashed in his eyes, and he strode forward to snatch the phone.

But at this moment, a voice came from not far away.

"Can I talk to him?"

Everyone turned around and saw a group of people rushing towards them.

The leading woman had fair skin and a pair of captivating blue eyes, and her beauty, even in such an unusual environment, still made many police officers lose their minds.

The detective hesitated for a moment, but still handed over the phone.

After the woman took the phone, she walked aside, and came back again in less than a moment, motioning for the detective to take the phone.

Amid the skeptical gazes of the crowd, the detective took the call again.

What surprised him was that the director's attitude changed 180 degrees this time!
The latter affirmed the detective's approach and gave him full command.

Finally, before hanging up the phone, he even said a few words of encouragement.

The contrast was so great that even the detectives who had been working in the police system for half their lives were stunned.

Naturally, the director would not suddenly become kind and change his mind.

The reason for this change, naturally, lies with the woman who answered the phone before.

"you are……"

"Hey, this is the current head of the super wealthy Mayfair family."

"Ms. Rowan Mayfair."

A cynical handsome young man holding a shotgun came up from behind, and beside him was a tall man with a childish face.

Detective Carl and his colleague took a closer look and found that they were the car thieves they met that day.

"Long time no see, Detective."

After Dean greeted him, he looked at Ron again, then turned to his brother Sam and spoke in a low voice.

"It's impressive that you can make the police chief give in with just a few words."

“I thought Su had no interest in women, but I didn’t expect him to be so secretive.

The young patriarch of the 10 billion family is so beautiful..."

"Shh!"

Sam saw Ron looking over there and quickly nudged his winking brother away with his elbow.

(End of this chapter)