Chapter 556: Smuggling chain (on)

The best way to find local criminals is to find a hole closest to him and climb in. Second-level prosecutor Peter once suggested this.
Like many of his apparently frivolous comments, the first-level prosecutor Elind found reason.
As a successful legal officer in the Republic, he often finds that criminals prefer to meet secretly in crowded tunnels, underground pipelines, or slums that are mostly underground in most cities.
In addition, those pagans who set foot on the road of evil gods need a quiet and unmanned place for their blasphemous rituals, and the kind of people who are most interested in Edlin need a place to store their smuggled goods.
But relatively speaking, those who trade contraband also like to stay not far from the transit point-in Asmect means a seaside trading port and many terminals.
"How reliable is your informant?"
Elind asked casually, reaching into the seam of his coat and pulling his pistol from the holster on his waist.
His coat is dark blue, just like the smoky-grey uniform he wore under his coat, so it is easy to hide in the shadow of the dimly lit engineering corridor.
"It depends on your definition of "reliable.""
Peter replied with a smile, while pulling out his own weapon, a well-maintained pistol, with complicated patterns coiled around the handle.
Edlin is now pretending to be a little rich businessman, and the guards of the little rich businessman usually expose their weapons to bluff people, although few of them are good gunmen.
"He has served us for a long time."
The prosecutor Kadola, who was on the side, interjected kindly, and Edlin thought her judgment was probably from the heart, probably.
This former street vendor is probably the least suitable for being a maid, but the paradox is that she has never exposed any stuff in front of anyone-as long as that person has not noticed the mystery of her maid costume.
But the bulge is now gone: the young woman has just pulled out her pistol, a little faster than Peter.
"Still acting the old way."
Edlin nodded, making his voice look a little colder, so as to draw everyone's attention back to the matter at hand.
"Kadola, Peter, come with me, others will cover."
"Very reasonable staffing."
Suddenly a voice sounded behind him, and Edlin inhaled subconsciously, preparing to shut up the other party, but the "former killer" was quiet before he acted, showing the same efficiency as before.
"I have no opinion."
Zoya, another prosecutor, agreed with his unique Marlin accent, and pulled out his own pistol.
If they were attacked by an enemy, the veteran would be the most powerful of all, but Edlin did not think they would be attacked.
At least hope not.
And his fifth member...
"Rogers, do you feel anything?"
"ancient."
The wizard replied in her usual harsh voice, and her eyes suddenly returned to her superior's face from afar.
"immortal."
"That is?"
Edlin frowned, expecting that if there was no direct answer, there should be at least a few clues for reference.
The mysterious words of the wizard may be weird beyond imagination, but there are no living things in the smuggled goods, or they are immortal. There is no connection between the two words, which is very disturbing.
Rogers shrugged exaggeratedly.
"It's singing to the vast ocean."
She whispered that this answer was obviously useless.
"But those people can't hear."
"'Those people', all right."
Edlin noticed this.
"Can you tell how many of them are there?"
Then, Rogers smiled and shook the five fingers of her right hand.
"so much."
"Thank you."
Edlin did not know if the wizard wanted to say "fifty", but three-to-five, the odds are great, especially the two of the three are him and Peter-and Cadola is clearly able to take care of it in battle. Good for herself.
Unless Rogers wants to speak more than five people?
Edlin decided not to think about it.
"Bay 17 is written on the door."
Peter reminded him very quietly, although the possibility of the sound going through the heavy metal door he pointed to was extremely unlikely.
Like everything else around them, the door was wrapped in heavy dust, and Edlin struggled to recognize the outline of the door through the dust.
At least the probability of being ambushed is low, he thought—
The thick dust on the ground caused them to arouse the dust of their knees at every step, but only their footprints were clearly visible.
"Yang De?"
Edlin stepped aside and used a flashlight to illuminate the door lock structure of the young "ex-killer".
A smile immediately appeared on Yang De's face.
"I haven't seen this structure in a long time."
He said, striking the door lock with a hand that suddenly came under his trench coat, and then pulled out a metal strip to penetrate the keyhole.
"I saw it in the museum last time, it's really... Ah! You little nasty guy."
Bang~!
A burst of sparks sprayed out ~EbookFREE.me ~ illuminated the corridor for a while.
"The guy who put it on the lock core last time is definitely a fool."
Yang De angrily struck the broken door lock with the pistol of his pistol. Adelin flinched, but fortunately the gun's insurance had not been opened.
"Can you……?"
He opened his mouth, but before he finished speaking, Yang De stepped back with a satisfied smile.
Bang~!
After a dull bang, the door lock disappeared from the latch, the whole door snapped to the ground, and the loud noise echoed in the narrow space, causing echoes in everyone's ears.
"The dive part is over!"
Without giving orders, Peter rushed in through the door while speaking, and the pistol began to speak.
He rushed so fast, he didn’t aim at anything, obviously he didn’t hit anything, but he didn’t need to: the smugglers were busy looking for cover and wondering what happened, and it was too late to fight back.
Or it is too late to fight back.
As Edlin followed his subordinates and rushed into the gate, a strong green-skinned bald man roared towards Cadola's unguarded rear, and on the road hit a fly that seemed strong enough to block the bison Storage rack.
The wind screamed, a huge crowbar clenched with a fist larger than a sandbag, and was about to turn the skull of the former inspector into a paste.
Cadola glanced at his movements with Yu Guang, and she began to turn around, but it was too late to escape.
"Be careful!"
Compared to verbal warnings, Edlin's limbs responded more quickly.
Before the fatal crowbar hit, his pistol began to growl, two bullets named the target at the same time, the giant's head instantly turned into a shrapnel-like bone rain.