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Chapter 60 How am I supposed to write this report?

Following Erin's gaze, Winnie quickly spotted the patch of ashes that had suddenly appeared in the alley.

He opened his mouth, a bunch of question marks seemingly flashing across his mind.

How did that huge, bloody head suddenly turn into a pile of ashes?

Seeing Winnie's astonished expression, Erin curled his lip and said, "Is it strange?"

Recalling the bizarre sight of little Abbott, who could still speak even though he only had a head left, Winnie inexplicably felt that it wasn't so strange after his head had spontaneously combusted into ashes.

just.

When did these cultists become so bizarre?

Winnie had encountered cases involving cult members before, but most of those people were just charlatans who used the name of cults to swindle money and sex; they didn't have any real skills.

Even if there are a small number of fanatical believers who worship evil gods, they are just a little extreme, crazy, and irrational. None of them are as bizarre as Little Abbott whom we met today.

After a moment of silence, Winnie shook his head vigorously.

It seemed as if he wanted to shake that strange thought out of his mind.

"...How am I supposed to write this report? If I write about what just happened in the report, people will think I'm crazy."

Seeing this, Erin said meaningfully, "The prelude to the extraordinary is about to begin. Detective Winnie, you might encounter many more things like this in the future, and you'll have even more headaches to deal with."

"Um?"

Upon hearing this, Winnie frowned at Erin and asked, "What do you mean?"

Without waiting for Erin's reply.

Six or seven special police officers, fully encased in special operations uniforms, quickly rushed to the vicinity of the alley.

Then a lead SWAT officer quickly approached Winnie and asked, "Detective Winnie, what was that explosion just now?"

Seeing this, Winnie had no choice but to give up his plan to question Erin and said to the SWAT officers, "We just spotted the suspect, Abbott Jr., in this alley and had a skirmish with him."

"Little Abbott came out from the stairwell of this building. Send a few people up to check. There was an explosion at the cold storage, and Little Abbott sneaked out of here. I suspect that the explosion in the cold storage was related to him. He might have been trying to destroy evidence and detonated the cold storage."

I heard that the explosion in the cold storage was related to the mangled body on the ground.

The seven or eight SWAT officers who had just run over looked at the dismembered bodies on the ground with a changed expression, if it weren't for the fact that little Abbott was already beyond dead.

These SWAT officers would definitely not mind giving this guy another burst of bullets to completely empty their magazines.

Despite the double warning from Erin and Winnie, when the explosion occurred...

Several police officers who were too slow to get out of the blast radius were not able to escape. Some unlucky police officers were even hit by the shockwave and debris from the explosion outside the cold storage.

So many colleagues were injured or killed, all because of this guy. How could these SWAT officers not look at Abbott differently?

"Alright, I'll take some men up to check! Xiao Wu, Xiao Liu, you two check the scene and see if there are any hidden dangers."

"YES!"

"YES!"

Soon, the lead SWAT officer and three others rushed into the building where Little Abbott had come out to check the situation.

The remaining three SWAT officers, except for one who ran to the other end of the alley to stand guard with a gun, the other two ignored the blood and foam all over the ground and immediately began to examine the explosion site.

At the scene of the explosion, Abbott's lower body, which was the only part remaining after the blast, became the focus of the special police's search.

A few seconds later, a SWAT officer found a broken remote control in Abbott's pocket.

"Report: A damaged remote control has been found, suspected to be a detonator."

Almost simultaneously, another SWAT officer found a handgun that had been knocked away by the explosion on the other side of the alley.

"Report, a damaged handgun has been found..."

Upon hearing that a remote control suspected to be a detonator had indeed been found, Winnie's expression changed drastically, and he muttered under his breath, "Damn it, the explosion just now was indeed related to this guy."

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Through comparison, the New York Police Department quickly identified the detonator found in the pocket of Little Abbott's body as the same detonator that detonated the bomb in the cold storage.

That's great, they've caught them red-handed.

Abbott, who was killed by Erin's bomb, can forget about ever turning his life around, even if he were still alive.

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After being briefly questioned and given a statement, Erin sat in a police car and experienced being driven home by the police once again.

When Erin got home, he found that the police officers who had been investigating and collecting evidence at his house were still there.

The Chinatown residents who had gathered around their small building to watch the commotion avoided eye contact with Erin as he got out of the police car.

Clearly, the repeated visits to Erin's house by gangsters and police in recent days have led Erin's neighbors to subconsciously include him on their list of dangerous individuals.

Erin paid no attention to the stares of those people. It was only then that Erin realized that although a lot had happened tonight, not much time had actually passed.

It can be said that only a few hours had passed since the threatening letter was found in the bedroom.

Erin then destroyed the mastermind's headquarters, and even scattered the mastermind's ashes.

Thinking of this, Erin's lips twitched involuntarily.

Why bother?

Why would someone who's perfectly fine provoke me? Aren't they just asking for trouble?

That's terrible, the person was so stimulated they died.

Ok?

Was it because I killed the human-faced spider that the other party had painstakingly created that I came to retaliate?

屁？

How can you blame me? If that spider-faced creature hadn't insisted on attacking and killing Erin in the underground parking garage, Erin would have already gone home in George's car, and none of this mess would have happened!

After returning home.

After greeting the police officers who had finished collecting evidence and left in their police cars, Erin carried a clean quilt from the third-floor room and laid it out in the second-floor guest room.

As for his own bedroom.

Although the police had removed the spider specimens, the stench in the room wouldn't dissipate easily anytime soon.

Erin didn't want to fall asleep to that stench at night.

After taking a nice, relaxing shower, Erin, who was lying in bed, suddenly seemed to remember something. She rolled off the bed and opened the wardrobe in the guest room. From the bottom shelf, she took out the small safe she had just bought that day.

(End of this chapter)