Arknights? Yesterday's Arknights!!

The room was a living room connected to a dining room, where breakfast was laid out on the table, but no one touched it.

The floor of the entire room was littered with corpses; everyone had been killed, including the family's two children, the younger one only six or seven years old.

An Xin examined the body and, based on the condition of the blood, could barely deduce that the person had been dead for at least two or three hours.

This is Syracuse, this is a country ruled by the Mafia.

Madame Sicily?

Why was she able to rule a country in this way?

From Texas's perspective, the blond youth surveyed the scene with a grim expression, his breathing becoming heavy, his fingers occasionally trembling, and the anger in his eyes was visible.

The next victim was also silenced.

The next family not only silenced him, but Gambino also brazenly left him with the family crest.

.........

Fifteen families in a row were targeted, and all the victims were retaliated against. According to An Xin's investigation, the last family to die was about half an hour ago, and the body was still warm.

He wasn't a forensic pathologist and couldn't give a more accurate time; he only estimated the approximate time of death based on his experience as a police officer.

Fifteen families, more than one hundred lives lost, men, women, young and old, not a single one survived.

All these people died because of him.

When he left the last shop, An Xin's mind was in a mess. Instead of getting on his motorcycle, he randomly found a small shop and bought a pack of cigarettes and matches.

He sat down on the steps in front of the shop, not caring whether it was clean or not, took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, slid the match, the friction produced a flame, lit it, and took a deep drag.

"cough!........"

I choked on my first sip.

He was just subconsciously imitating the old police officers from before he traveled back in time, but he still couldn't smoke.

It's very pungent.

Texas came over to him, sat down beside him, took the lit cigarette from his hand, put it to her lips, took a drag, and exhaled the smoke into the air.

"You're not good at smoking?"

"Ah."

There's nothing to hide, and it can't be hidden anyway.

"Then why do you still smoke?"

"I feel depressed."

"Hahahaha." Texas suddenly laughed, a loud laugh, then lit a cigarette, puffing out clouds of smoke, before hiding her smile again.

It had been three days, and this was the first time An Xin had seen her smile. She looked beautiful.

"Oh, right, I took a puff of that cigarette."

"It's alright, I don't mind, brother." Texas quickly reverted to her indifferent demeanor, as if An Xin's smile just now was a dream.

After these three days, she realized that An Xin was truly pursuing justice and fairness.

They would feel distressed over the life or death of strangers and would act for justice.

So this is what an ideal is?

Unexpectedly, her grandfather asked her to witness the family history of Syracuse, but she ended up meeting An Xin instead.

She asked, "Brother, what are your ideals? Is it merely fairness and justice?"

“Someone asked me something similar, and I’m thinking about my answer back then.” An Xin paused for a moment, “As long as all living beings are well-fed, I will not hesitate to lie weak and sick in the setting sun.”

"Ugh?"

“It’s normal that you don’t understand it. After all, it’s poetry from the Great Yan Dynasty. I can’t blame you.” An Xin stretched and let out a long sigh. “Alright, I don’t need your comforting. I have to get back to work.”

"What else are you doing?" Texas was taken aback. Now that Gambino had escaped, she had provocatively used the files Gambino had compiled to kill all the victims.

"kill."

At this point, the young man's demeanor seemed to change; he gripped the cigarette case tightly and crushed the outer shell.

His eyes blazed with fury.

"Fifteen families, hundreds of people, they can't just die like this in vain. I won't rest in peace until I catch the murderer. These mafia members who indiscriminately kill innocent people should all be shot."

The young man stood up. The last rays of the sun rose upwards, dividing the alley in two. He stood in the shadows, gazing at the last rays of the sun.

He clenched his fists, then relaxed them after a while. His face was ashen, his lips were pale, and he nodded fiercely. He turned his head and stared at his sister.

"Yes! I want them to pay with their lives!"

"life for a life?"

"Paying back debts and avenging murder are the most basic values ​​of ordinary people," An Xin said. "We have to find Gambino and kill him!"

Texas thought for a moment and asked, "Then what are you going to do? Continue hunting Gambino? Even if we get the police to look for him, we probably won't find him, right? Ask the family for help?"

"No, I have my own methods."

An Xin opened the game system.

I have a cheat code.

Opening the personal panel, I hovered my finger over the level of the Detective Eye skill. I hadn't been able to upgrade this skill, so it remained at level two.

He also liked to use this skill to scan people when he had nothing to do. Although he recorded Gambino and the others' information, he couldn't find them at all because of the 1,000-meter distance.

So, just spend some points to upgrade.

[Is it possible to upgrade the Detective Eye to level three by spending 1000 points?]

【............】

Should I spend 3,000 points to upgrade the Detective Eye to level 7?

Upgrade successful. Remaining points: 69,300.

[Level 7 Detective Eye: You can detect a person's identity, life, and race. You can lock onto people you've detected and choose to track them. With the map function enabled, you can view people within a 100-kilometer radius of yourself at any time. The map will display those who are hostile towards you.]

An Xin closed the game panel and activated the Detective Eye. Just like playing a game, a small map appeared in the upper right corner of her field of vision.

Locating a few red dots amidst countless green ones is incredibly easy.

An Xin got on her motorcycle and waved.

"boarding."

"How do you know where they are?" Texas asked. "If you can't find them, try contacting the family."

"That's not losing."

Anxin paused for a moment, then said, "Forget about calling her. Don't bring Lappland along. She's making things worse. Let her do her community service and serve the people."

"How did you know that?" Texas was still very curious.

"Never mind, get in the car."

On the map, this group of people is about to run away. If we don't chase after them now, we might never catch them again.

Anxin stepped on the gas and drove off, Texas in Syracuse.

They rushed out of the city and into the wilderness.

As time passed, the sun set.

An Xin frowned.

If they keep chasing like this, they'll really be out of the city. He and Texas have no supplies and can't survive in the wilderness for long; they have to find supplies.

There is another way.

Thinking of catching up with Gambino and getting his supplies, he quickened his pace.

If we can catch Gambino tonight and get his supplies, we can go back tomorrow.

Fortunately, it's Originium Technology. The motorcycle is powered by pure Originium. It's small, lightweight, and easy to carry, making it a valuable commodity everywhere.

Anxin and Texas each had a few in their pockets, so they wouldn't have to worry about them when they got back.

The Gambino family's livestock must be slaughtered.

He made up his mind.

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PS: I've finished reading the event storyline, and all I can say is, it's great, really great. Rhine Lab has gone from 8:30 to romantic science fiction literature.

The recent failed launch of Musk's rocket is, in a way, a kind of contradiction.

Well, in the end, all I want to say is...

Goodnight, Christine.

Chapter 83 The Bar