The Divine Armor of the Old Century（Book 1）

Chapter 10

"As you know, I almost caught them."

In a cramped room, the two sat facing each other. Lloyd wrapped in his clothes, explaining everything that happened today.

"It's obvious that someone doesn't want us to investigate this. They tried to cover their tracks, even said not to leave any survivors. I managed to catch at least three survivors to interrogate, but they were all killed by those people."

The insurance gunner, he was always at the forefront, shooting down every straggler.

"Berau, this is different from the small fry we encountered before. They have a very strict internal structure... This is not something a gang linked by interests can achieve."

Berau, beneath his half mask, showed a rare expression of concern. He was indeed knowledgeable in this area.

"Most of the people in the downtown area are fence-sitters. Whoever is stronger, they obey. To stay alive, they can even sell out their own family members."

Berau spoke slowly, realizing the severity of the situation.

"But those people aren't afraid of death, are they? People in the downtown area don't have such noble fearlessness."

His gaze shifted to Lloyd, expecting a surprise from this detective.

"So, have you found any clues? I believe you won't return empty-handed."

To this, Lloyd nodded, then continued.

"The people in the downtown area got wind of it... Or maybe this was part of their plan. Once the operation failed, they would infiltrate the downtown area, and the gangsters needed to appear at this time to cover for them."

"Berau, you know how strong their territorial consciousness is. Territory in the downtown area represents wealth. So those gangsters must come from the local area. I need to know who's managing that area."

"Sabo."

Berau was the master of the downtown area, and he instantly thought of who was in charge there.

"Sabo, from the northern sea territories..."

Berau's thoughts paused, coinciding with Vol's background.

"Do you think the goods were taken by Sabo?"

"No, it couldn't be him. He's just a guy working for you to make a living. He's not even close to your level of business."

Lloyd directly denied this idea.

"He's just a smokescreen. Someone pays him to provide cover. As long as the price is right, I believe he'll do it."

"So what will you do, Lloyd Holmes?"

Berau lightly tapped his chin, finding the situation becoming interesting.

"It's simple. Find him, put the gun to his head, ask him who ordered him to do this, and if he doesn't talk, pull the trigger until he does."

Lloyd's voice didn't fluctuate much, as if he were talking normally, but the underlying ferocity was chilling.

"You'll kill him like that."

"Berau, I've audited classes at the Royal Medical College. Although I didn't understand the complicated stuff, I know how to avoid fatal injuries."

Picking up the gun nearby, Lloyd tried it on himself.

"You should go to classes too. Learn while you're young. This kind of gunshot to avoid fatal injuries is perfect for feigning death."