The night was already deep, a heavy darkness pressing down on the entire city.
Bob was awakened by the sound of a phone ringing.
He opened his sleepy eyes, his furrowed brow announcing his terrible mood at being roused.
"Hello," he said into the phone, suppressing his anger.
But there was no sound. Bob glanced at the screen and realized the call had already ended. It was Yibai's phone number.
He was just about to call back and ask Yibai what was going on.
Suddenly, the computer in the room turned itself on.
Bob walked over to the computer and saw only an Evil Spirit's smiling face on the screen.
Below, in large, blood-red letters, it read "Click to Enjoy!"
"Another Evil Spirit's trick!" Bob's face darkened.
He clicked, and a video began to play.
Bob could vaguely make out Yibai. He was drinking water in the video.
Suddenly, the curtains were pulled open, and a scream echoed. With the moonlight, the scene in the video brightened.
In the foreground, there was a small tower made of heads. A long-haired head rolled over and knocked the tower down.
Bob stared intently at the video on the computer. Yibai was already dead in it.
His head had been placed on top of the tower, as the spire.
The screen began to spin.
Suddenly, a terrifying, oversized face appeared.
Narrow, pale eyes radiated an evil, icy gaze. A gaping mouth filled with sharp teeth revealed a blood-red tongue that lolled carelessly, dripping thick saliva.
A hoarse, terrifying voice emerged from this monstrous mouth, like the wails of an Evil Spirit echoing from the depths of hell.
"The next one... might just be you, cackle cackle cackle!"
Bob instantly felt a cold sweat break out all over his body, raising goosebumps. He felt like he'd plunged into an ice cave!
"Ring ring ring!" His phone rang again, startling Bob.
Bob saw the number belonged to his old buddy, the second-in-command.
He suppressed his trembling voice, trying to remain calm as usual.
"Boss! That Evil Spirit sent me a video!"
Sith said, his voice shaking.
He had been sleeping soundly when Yibai's call woke him.
Seeing the number, he answered and immediately started cursing, but there was no response.
Then, his computer turned on by itself, and the video appeared.
After watching the video, he was scared out of his wits and just wanted to talk to the boss about what to do next.
Bob confidently told him not to worry, that he would make the appropriate arrangements.
After hearing the boss's assurances, Sith, who had barely managed to relax, hung up the phone.
Next, several other old comrades who had received the video called, and Bob gave the same explanation.
After hanging up the phone, Bob lit a cigar and frowned, quietly pondering.
A moment later, he took a business card out of the drawer.
On the all-black card were a few words in gold lettering: "Blackwater Security Company."
The back of the card was the same, except the words were replaced with a phone number.
The black business card had only one line of text on each side, concise, clear, elegant, and generous.
Bob took a puff of his cigar, rubbing the business card in his hand.
A moment later, he picked up his phone and dialed a number.
"Beep... beep... beep..."
"Hello!"
"Hello, Blackwater Security Company is at your service!"
In George's house, on the other side of the city.
George was lying in bed, asleep. He'd been incredibly busy the past few days and was finally getting some rest.
"Tap, tap, tap..."
A rhythmic knocking on the window woke George.
As a police officer, he felt a sense of unease. He slowly got out of bed and gripped the pistol from the bedside drawer.
He moved towards the window, trying not to make a sound.
Strangely, the sound that had woken him had also stopped.
George reached the window and carefully checked outside, but found nothing unusual.
However, there was a file bag on the windowsill, held down by a stone.
George, still holding his gun, opened the window and brought the file bag inside.
He went back to the bed, picked up his phone, and used the phone's light to open the file and read it.
Seeing the contents, George's eyes widened.
The Evil Spirit just killed Yibai again.
The folder contained the address of Yibai's villa, along with evidence of his illegal activities.
Besides that, there was also a USB drive. George knew without looking that it contained even more incriminating evidence.
Seeing these documents, George understood. The Evil Spirit had killed Yibai and then sent the files to him.
The purpose was to use the police to root out the darkness that Yibai controlled.
Looking at the information, George was no longer sleepy. He needed to deal with this as soon as possible.
He put the files away and began to change his clothes.
His wife on the bed sensed the movement and asked sleepily, "Honey, is it time to get up? Why didn't the alarm go off?"
George leaned down and kissed his wife on the cheek, saying gently, "It's still early. I need to go to the police station now."
"Sorry for waking you, darling."
His wife understood and hugged George, kissing him back.
"I understand. Go quickly, and be careful."
George comforted his wife, got dressed, and drove to the police station.
On the way, George kept making phone calls. A sudden, unannounced operation required a lot of arrangements.
Since he had this opportunity, he would seize it and remove these cancerous tumors.
While George was heading to the police station, Meng Ran was also preparing to go home.
The police would handle the cleanup from here.
Originally, Meng Ran had considered appearing before George, sneaking in like Batman and Gordon.
But he thought better of it. He didn't want George shooting at him.
So, Meng Ran left the information on the windowsill and knocked on the glass to get George's attention.
Once he saw George get up, he left.
Back home, Meng Ran sat and meditated as usual, practicing the Free Breathing Technique.
This time, possessing Gwen had significantly boosted him. He needed to spend more time on the Free Breathing Technique to fully integrate this new power.
The increase was substantial. It would likely take him some time to digest it, and Meng Ran hoped the process would be as quick as possible. He didn't like feeling out of control.
Now, Meng Ran felt that his overall physical素质 could be said to be at the forefront of humanity.
But even so, he still felt that it wasn't enough for the crises to come.
Perhaps Meng Ran was very strong in solo combat, but if faced with a crisis like the New York battle, with so many extraterrestrial creatures collectively invading, even if he could take them down one by one, he wouldn't be able to handle it.
"Am I a bit too reliant on a single attack method?"
"Looks like I need to get myself a few skills to use." Meng Ran thought to himself.
Meng Ran then thought of the Crocodile Gang.
It was now only a matter of time before Meng Ran could eradicate the Crocodile Gang; he didn't need to make any plans.
Just like today, he could directly go through and decapitate them, and then have George bring the police force to clean up.
Meng Ran, despite possessing the power to overthrow them, lacked the capacity to manage the aftermath.
Removing a major criminal faction without quickly stabilizing the situation would only lead to even more chaos than before.
Therefore, Meng Ran needed to proceed step by step, allowing George sufficient time to stabilize the situation.
Meng Ran didn't just want to eliminate these gangs; he also wanted to eradicate the environment that fostered their crimes.
Otherwise, one group would simply be replaced by another.
Meng Ran ran his cultivation technique. He decided he wouldn't sleep tonight, wanting to master this new power as quickly as possible.
Only when the morning sun streamed into the room, and Meng Huo called him downstairs for breakfast, did Meng Ran stretch, ending his meditation.
Although he hadn't slept all night, his spirits were high. After a night of cultivation, he felt the turbulent power within him had calmed down considerably. He estimated that two more sessions would allow him to fully master it.
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