After the team left, the Red Cliff town went into martial law as planned. The police station was dispatched in full, and an additional temporary guard team was organized. [WWw.SuiMеng.lā

At noon today, the town government issued a temporary curfew decree. In order to ensure the safety of residents, no one is allowed to leave the house after 9 pm.

This is for the Aboriginal people of Redcliffe Township.

When Donald came, the people who were transferred from outside the town to the town were concentrated in the auditorium where festivals are usually held in Hongya Town and some other nearby buildings with enough space for centralized management.

This has caused a degree of confusion, but the government has also assured the public that this state is only a short-term emergency measure, and that once the problem is resolved, they will be able to return to their daily lives.

"Tonight's patrol is a team of 5. If you find a monster entering the town, don't hesitate to shoot! You should have all the special ammunition that was distributed before, right?"

The sheriff of Redcliffe was shy and ordered the next action plan at the gate of the police station. In fact, this was what Horn Shelley told him before leaving.

"Sheriff, we only have 10 special bullets each, is that enough?"

The so-called special bullets are actually holy water bullets. Burns brought enough of them, but he did not take all of them, but left a part for the guards in the town to defend themselves.

"You have 20 people here, 10 rounds per person is 200 rounds, enough, those monsters are still a mile away from Redcliffe Town, and those gentlemen have already gone to clean them up, even if there is a leak, at most But one or two, one person and one shot can make them into a sieve, we are not fighting those monsters, but guarding work, can't we do even such a small thing?"

As the top officer of the police in Hongya Township, others may not know it, but he knows the strength of the few people just now, and the sheriff believes that they will solve the trouble.

He even thought that these current defenses were just a form, and no monsters would come to the town at all.

Therefore, after a few simple words, the senior police officers under his command will prepare the rest, and he is preparing to go home and have a good sleep.

"Sheriff, Mr. Dale is looking for you."

Someone stopped the sheriff as he was leaving, a middle-aged man with more than half of the housekeeper.

"Mr. Dale? What is he doing for me? I'm busy and don't have time to attend a private banquet. The gentlemen from Demingham are all working!"

The sheriff put on a conscientious look, and those who didn't know thought he would personally walk into the front line to participate in the patrol work.

"Don't waste your time, Mr. Darler is waiting for you in the carriage over there."

The butler did not let go, but made a gesture to the other side of the street, where a luxury carriage was parked, and two tall horses snorted in front.

Pulling the hem of the clothes and the belt, unbuttoning the top button of the inner shirt at the neckline, the sheriff went directly into the carriage, and the butler was guarding outside.

There were conversations in the carriage, the tones fluctuated, and someone in Orr asked loudly, which quickly calmed down and turned into whispers.

The housekeeper always stood a few meters away, some words could be heard, some words could not be heard.

The sheriff was expressionless when he got down from the carriage, the housekeeper said goodbye, and drove away without hesitation.

"Bah! The rancid maggots have to pretend to be gentlemen. It's disgusting!"

Looking at the departing vehicle, the sheriff spat on the ground and said angrily.

This emotion continued until he returned home and saw his wife. Not only did it not disappear, but the expression on his face became more and more gloomy.

"What's the matter, is the case difficult?"

Kneading her husband's shoulders, he took off his coat.

"Hey~ If only the case was tricky, with those people around, no matter how tricky it is, it wouldn't be my fault. Forget it. Is there any broth at noon? I'm hungry."

A caring wife can always make a man put down his guard. The sheriff sat on a padded chair, picked up a piece of bread on the table and shoved it to the nearest, touched his wife's palm and said.

"Yes, I'll go and warm it up for you. Would you like to bake two sausages? I know you like it the most."

"Well, let's go."

Looking at his wife's back, the sheriff's mood eased a lot.

Life is still good, isn't it?

Yeah?

"what!"

The screams came after his wife entered the kitchen. The sheriff bounced off the chair as if he had been pricked by a needle, grabbed the gun at his waist and rushed into the kitchen.

"What's wrong? Marlene, what happened?"

The sheriff kicked the kitchen door open and saw his wife huddled and trembling by the door.

"Cecil, over there!"

Looking in the direction of his wife's fingers, next to the boiler, a masked man's head was lying in a pool of blood, and the cross-section of the wound on his neck turned inside out.

There was an electric stimulation on his back, and the sheriff only felt that his whole face was numb. He had been in the position of the sheriff of Hongya Town for so long, and he was far away from the front-line cases. of composure.

"Ma Lin, don't be afraid, leave the kitchen, go to the living room to call the police, and ask them to send someone over, hurry up!"

The sheriff held the gun in both hands and approached the head. He was vaguely familiar with the mask on the head, but because of the sudden shock, he couldn't recall it for a while, so he could only ask his wife to call the police first.

The police station should now have special personnel working as operators, and there should also be a reserve team ready to support any problems that arise.

"Cecil, be careful."

Marlene reluctantly bowed and ran out of the kitchen.

Cecil swallowed, staring at the darkness outside the kitchen window, which was wide open.

Someone had thrown a human head into his home, and he swore that if he caught the culprit, he would definitely let them know how stupid it was to mess with him, the Redcliffe sheriff.

The sheriff's footsteps are retreating. He is not an ordinary person with no experience. This head represents intimidation. When he goes up and lifts his mask at this time, it is equivalent to cooperating with the other party to scare him, and since the other party threw the head in, then It means that the prisoner is probably still outside the window, and it is a wrong approach to approach rashly.

He's the sheriff, he's professional.

"Marin, is the call connected, Marlene? Answer me, is the call connected?"

Cecil guarded the window, with her back to the living room outside the kitchen, to make sure the prisoner wouldn't break in while he was turning his head.

He questioned his wife, wondering how long it would take for the reserve team to arrive at his house.

But no one answered him

In the living room behind Cecil, Marlene was kneeling on the ground, her hand holding the phone was hanging aside, and a dark figure was standing behind her.

"Fuck! Shit! I'm going to kill you!"

Cecil felt it, he held the gun, turned around slowly, and saw a sharp knife swiping his wife's neck, which made him furious.

"Sheriff! Sheriff! Something's wrong! There's a monster in town!"

There was a police officer's anxious report in the receiver, but the sheriff's gaze was fixed on the face of the man opposite. It was a mask, very familiar.

That's his mask.

Inside the Red Cliff Cemetery, the battle was still going on. More than a dozen undead creatures madly attacked Donald and others. This was an unavoidable battle.

Double Casting Bigby Striker Palm!

The invisible big hand directly flew the undead that rushed up from both sides, preventing them from getting close to him and Stephanie.

"Stephanie, it's up to you."

The battle heated up, Donald and Stephanie stood behind their backs, and their voices suddenly rose, attracting the attention of several people around.

Stephanie held the firearm in one hand, facing the undead that got up from the ground and continued to rush towards this side. Her face was pale, her legs were even shaking, and she was barely able to stand up against Donald's back. Hearing With Donald's words, he reluctantly took out a strange object from the inner pocket of his trench coat.

"Come out, my pets!"

In her shout, the two runes on the strange object suddenly lit up, and the vicious toad that was as tall as a person leaped into the air, directly stepping on an undead creature under his feet, sticking out his tongue, and wrapping an undead creature, Wrap it up and hit another undead creature.

A half-human-high mole monster with unusually long claws rushed into the undead group, swung out its sharp claws, and stumps and broken arms flew everywhere.

"Stephanie, well done, there are such powerful pets, summon them early."

Susanna was surrounded by a blue-gray python that bit off the body of an undead creature. As a summoner, she could naturally see the power of these two summons.

That's right, Donald's response was to lend Stephanie his Bone Spirit Plate.

As a wizard, Donald himself has enough spell damage to show his ability. The Bone Spirit Plate can only be said to be a icing on the cake, but for Stephanie, this is something that can be used as her own combat power.

As long as the bone spirit disk is within a certain range~lightnovelpub.net~, then no matter who it is in the hands, Donald can control it, and the summoned sonic toad and dragon-headed mole still obey his orders, others see What arrived was that Stephanie summoned two monsters to kill the Quartet. In fact, all she did was shout, and the rest were controlled by Donald.

"I can't control them very well yet, I can only give simple orders."

In the face of Susannah's problem, the way to deal with it was already thought up. Donald's thoughts and Stephanie's thoughts were naturally impossible to synchronize, so they simply used the inability to perfectly control to prevaricate the past.

After all, he is a newcomer. Having two powerful summons is already a very good ability, and he can't ask for too much.

"You did a good job, stabilize your body, don't be afraid, these undead creatures are just your defeated soldiers."

Donald helped Stephanie build her confidence, watching the rapidly dwindling number of undead creatures, and decisively turning on her vision, he wanted to find the root cause of this situation.

In the front right of the field of vision, under a tombstone, negative energy lingers!

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