Chapter 130 "Red Gloves" Team
"'Ms. D'?"
Angel gasped and repeated.
From her code name, it can be seen that she is undoubtedly another messenger of the "Aurora Society".
"That's what the man who came to redeem the bearer bonds called her, and his tone was respectful, like he was addressing a superior or teacher."
After drinking a cup of extra sugar in his coffee, Klein regained some strength, but he continued to slump on the sofa and added.
"It is said that each envoy of the Aurora Society has a varying number of subordinates, some of whom can even be assembled into combat teams. It seems that he is one of them."
Dunn pondered and shared the information he had learned with the other two Nighthawks.
"But they can't be on the same level, right?" Angel asked. "This means the murderer of the Prak family wasn't an envoy of the Aurora Society, which is different from our previous speculation."
"Or maybe 'Ms. D' is the one behind the murder, and the murderer in public is just a cover, a decoy?"
She suddenly thought of another possibility, a possibility that was more reasonable and more in line with the Aurora Society's style of doing things.
"At a time like this, you should say..." Klein sat up straight and said with a smile, "Fortune Teller, please verify it."
He unbuttoned the left wrist of his police uniform and threw off the gold chain tied around his wrist. The amethyst hung down, hovering above the table, swaying slightly.
"The real murderer of Alan Prak's family is the person who redeemed this bond."
After silently reciting the divination words seven times, he entered a meditative state and quickly came to a conclusion.
The real murderer is someone else!
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After returning the bonds intact to the relieved bank manager, the three Night Watchmen quickly returned to the Blackthorn Security Company on Zouteland Street in a carriage.
Now that the real culprit of the murder has been identified, the headquarters of the "Aurora Society" in Tingen City has been found, and even "Ms. D" behind the murderer has been caught, the next thing to do is to wait for the "Red Gloves" to arrive.
But Angel didn't expect that when the three of them pushed open the door to the second floor of the company, three guests were already sitting on the sofa in the reception hall.
"Hey, Dunn, long time no see. Are you surprised to see me?"
A middle-aged man in his forties stood up from the sofa and walked towards Dunn and the other two.
He wore an exaggerated standard top hat, which was twice as tall as the half-top hat favored by the night watchers in Tingen. He also wore a black windbreaker, with soft features and deliberately long sideburns. Angel noticed that he and the other two guests were wearing blood-red gloves.
Are they the "Red Gloves" team coming to support?
Angel immediately guessed the identities of the three people.
"Soest, nice to meet you. I really didn't expect you to lead the team this time."
Dunn Smith replied indifferently, not showing any joy at all.
The remaining two "Red Gloves" also stood up from the sofa and followed their captain forward.
Three night watchmen from the Tingen team, three members of the "Red Gloves", stood in two rows facing each other, looking at each other.
Why does it feel so tense? Aren't they here to support us?
Angel glanced at his captain, seeing his expressionless face, and then looked at Klein on the other side. The latter also seemed a little confused and just subconsciously followed the captain's actions.
"Hey, let's get down to business," Soest grinned, letting the stagnant air in the air flow. "Has a divine messenger from the Aurora Society appeared here?"
"Yes, this is why Tingen City asked Backlund for help, and we just made a new discovery."
After the captains of both sides spoke in turn, the remaining four people secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The two teams sat down one after another, filling the sofas and benches in the reception hall.
Under Dunn's instructions, Klein repeated the scene he had seen from the dream divination. Soster, who had been confused just now, frowned when he heard it.
"Are you saying that 'Ms. D' is very likely a Sequence 5 Beyonder?"
"shepherd."
Dunn added, briefly introducing the abilities of the Secret Prayer Sequence 5 "Shepherd" to the three "Red Gloves" members.
Angel gave this information to Dunn after the "Tarot Club" ended yesterday. She didn't say where the information came from, and Dunn didn't ask.
The two seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding.
"The internal documents also mention the name of the potion 'Shepherd', and that they have many extraordinary abilities that do not belong to them, but... 'herding' other extraordinary people? No wonder they always have endless abilities and can always deal with various attacks and injuries. So, we are likely to face a joint attack from extraordinary people of different paths?"
Soest had put away his inexplicable hostility, sat up straight, and muttered to himself, repeating Dunn's introduction.
That's right, hostility. Angel used his instinct as an instigator and saw the hostility towards Dunn from this "Red Glove".
But this negative emotion is very mild, not like the strong emotion buried deep in the heart that would drive action.
"It's not a joint attack. No matter how many abilities she has, she's still just one person. Furthermore, the number of herders a shepherd can herd is limited. Each shepherded Beyonder can only retain a few abilities, and they can't be used simultaneously."
"No matter how many tricks a person has, he can never defeat a team."
Dunn stared at Soest with his gray eyes and spoke slowly.
One plus one is greater than two. This is common sense in the battles of Extraordinary Beings. The cooperation between multiple low-sequence Extraordinary Beings may cause the mid-sequence Extraordinary Beings to become flustered or even flee in panic.
But this does not mean that if these abilities are concentrated in one person, he or she will be stronger than multiple Beyonders.
Spiritual exhaustion, physical damage, and the overwhelming pressure when being besieged will all have an impact on his combat effectiveness.
After Dunn had set the tone, all that remained was to discuss how the fight would proceed.
First, Klein marked the location he had divined on the map: Wendel Street in the North District, a single-family house some distance away from other residences.
"I'm going to the police station now to get the relevant information, and then we'll formulate an attack plan. We'll act tonight, is that okay?"
Dunn took the map, straightened his police uniform, put on his police hat, and glanced at Soster who was sitting opposite him.
As if sensing that he was gradually losing command, Soster raised his eyebrows and moved his lips, but finally nodded.
Angel felt that his negative emotions and his hostility towards Dunn had actually faded a little.
After watching Dunn push open the door and leave the base, Soest, the captain of the "Red Gloves" with soft features, turned his gaze to the other two members of Tingen Team.
"Klein Moretti, the 'diviner' who just joined the Nighthawks, right?"
He first looked at Klein, who was sitting on a short bench, trying to lean back and make himself less conspicuous. After the latter nodded in confirmation, he continued:
"My team has always wanted a fortune teller. Unfortunately, most newcomers choose the 'Sleepless' path, and the few who made the same choice as you were not so lucky."
"Not so lucky?"
Klein asked back, a hint of confusion and worry appearing on his face.
"Well, diviners have a higher level of inspiration, and there are too many things for them to divine and search for at the lower levels of the Nighthawks, so they usually can't make it to the next level before..."
He gave a "you know what" expression, successfully draining the color from Klein's face.
"And then there's you. I heard Daly mention you in Backlund. Angel Granger, you were already an 'assassin' before joining the Nighthawks."
Soest turned his gaze to Angel again.
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