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Chapter 261 261. Guigu magic can also be effective against demons... right?

"An inverted pentagram? Is this some religious lunatic's trick?"

There is no shortage of religions in Polar Day City, or in other words, if the lower class people want to stick together, blood-related families, gangs with shared interests, or even religions with common beliefs are undoubtedly the best ways to stick together.

In such an environment, any religion has a high probability of developing into a cult.

Sheriff Grayson is no stranger to those religious lunatics. He has seen flesh and blood become weak, machines ascend, and madly perform cyborg transformations on himself. In the end, he either died on the operating table or turned into a cyber lunatic.

There are those who worship a binary computer and believe that the ultimate secrets of human consciousness are contained in the code.

Others tried to break through the network firewall of Polar Day City and assimilate the consciousness of all those who could connect to the network.

There is no shortage of strange religions in Midnight City, and even less shortage of religious lunatics.

"Boss, the analysis results from the surveillance are out."

The police officers under Sheriff Grayson immediately reported, "The murderer took out a shotgun. There is no corresponding model among the firearms sold by major companies. There is no plug-in installed. It can be confirmed that it is a kinetic weapon."

"The murderer then used the shotgun to smash the Lion Club leader Geller into pieces."

Sheriff Grayson reached into his pocket and fumbled for something. His fingers and mouth subconsciously made the motion of smoking, but when he took out a box of mints from his pocket, he sighed silently.

Quitting smoking is really hard, especially when the urge to smoke comes back and all you have is a box of mints in your hand.

Grayson was so nervous that he didn't even look at how many mints were left. He just took out two or three and put them in his mouth. The cool and refreshing feeling stimulated his thinking.

"Lions Geller, I think he had four prosthetic surgeries."

As the sheriff, the information about the gang boss is absolutely firmly remembered in his mind. Even if his brain forgets it at some point, the police station's information system will provide the corresponding intelligence in a timely manner.

"The bones, tendons, hands, and eyes have all been transformed into prosthetics. The bones are made of alloy skeletons, so small-caliber bullets can hardly cause any effective damage."

The police officers present all looked unhappy. Geller, who had undergone bone modification, could ignore smaller caliber bullets. So what kind of weapon could blow Geller to pieces with just one shot?

That alloy skeleton could not even be left intact, and the largest fragment was no larger than the size of an index finger.

What would have happened if that bullet had hit them?
No one wanted to know the answer. After all, they knew very well that their own protective capabilities could not be compared with Geller, whose entire body was made of alloy bones.

Geller was shattered into pieces. If I met the murderer, I would probably be shattered more evenly.

"Boss! Someone is looking for you."

His police officers brought two strangers to the scene. Sheriff Grayson frowned and was about to scold unauthorized persons not to approach the crime scene, but the two men took out their IDs and handed them over.

"Sheriff Grayson, we are members of the Special Situation Response Team. We will be handling this case from now on. If you have any questions, please contact the Chief."

The sheriff did not look at the ID card first, but looked at the faces of the two people. The red-haired man had a calm look with an arrogance that was almost overflowing. Grayson had seen this kind of look many times.

When he was still a young police officer, he was often looked at like this by company employees who thought they were superior to others.

It is a feeling deep down that the two sides are from two different worlds, two parallel lines that can never touch, and maybe even the idea that the two sides are no longer the same species.

In short, this kind of look is not likable.

But there was no problem with the document. After scanning it through the police system, the information obtained showed that it fully complied with all the other party's requirements.

Special situation corresponding group?
Never heard of it, but since the other party was able to take over this apparently extremely difficult case, the sheriff was relieved.

The legal salary is just a few thousand yuan a month, why bother playing with your life?
"Tiger, Andy, hand over the things in your hands to them, and don't keep any backups." After handing over all the things and deleting the records in front of the two men, the sheriff and his team left without looking back.

A man and a woman were looking at the inverted pentagram on the wall. The woman's eyes were glowing scarlet, and her eyes had become some kind of instrument, scanning the pattern on the wall.

Just a glance, the woman suddenly covered her head with her hands, groaned in pain, and a mixture of red and black liquid flowed out of her seven orifices.

It was like there was something mixed with the blood.

The man was quick to pull out a pneumatic syringe from his pocket and press it against her chest. Soon her rapid breathing began to calm down.

"Dantalion, how are you?"

"I'm fine, Belial." Dantalian wiped the liquid from his nose and eyes. "The information hidden in this pattern is too high-level, and my brain can't bear it."

"Can you tell what left the pattern?"

"I can't tell. I can only be sure that it is definitely not from this city."

As he spoke, sparks suddenly came out of Dantalion's right eye, followed by a burning smell and faint black smoke rising from his head.

"My eyes are overloaded and part of my brain is burned out. I need to go back and repair it immediately."

"We need to write a report. Red level warning. A [big guy] has come to the surface, and its purpose is unknown."

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For an ordinary mercenary, a commission worth several thousand dollars can often be spent in a few days or even less than a day.

Mercenaries live on the edge of life and death, and no one knows when they will die in a mission, so most of them spend money like crazy after receiving the mission rewards, and find middlemen to take over the commission when they run out of money.

Of course, in order to survive, mercenaries will also update and maintain their equipment.

The expenditure on this aspect is the bulk of the mercenaries' financial expenditure.

But for Mo Hao, these are things that he does not need to abide by.

Although a few thousand dollars is not a lot, it is enough to buy a good place to live for a month.

As for equipment and food, Mo Hao, who has the Heavenly Book, does not need to worry too much.

In the rented house, Mo Hao materialized the true form of the Heavenly Book.

This time, what he needed was not the world of the Heavenly Book, but all kinds of knowledge recorded in the Heavenly Book.

The appearance of demons, a creature of a different style, in the cyberpunk world made Mo Hao consciously prepare some means to deal with the demons.

It is not difficult for him to fight against the devil with his own skills, but it would be a bit troublesome if the devil gave up the head-on fight and planned to attack him from other places.

So this time Mo Hao set his sights on [Guigu Magic].

"Chen Jingchou was able to use the Guigu magic to kill Satan's female generals, so this thing should be effective against demons... right?"

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