Snapped!

The thug fell directly to the ground and fainted, while his companion obviously did not expect such a situation to occur, and stared blankly, without having time to react effectively.

Klein immediately slid over, covered his mouth with his right palm, and punched his abdomen with his left fist.

boom!

The thug suddenly bent down, spitting out the undigested food, and Klein withdrew his right hand in time, and struck down with his palm.

At the same time, he supported the opponent with his left hand, allowing the thug to fall to the ground slowly without making a plop.

After looking at each other, Klein turned the handle, pushed open the side door, and dodged in. Mike Joseph buried his body and quickly followed.

Why are you so proficient...you're just a reporter! Klein groaned, and walked lightly but quickly in the corridor with the floor.

Suddenly, they heard Lopez's voice: "Tell Capin not to send anyone here soon!"

Capin? give away? Klein looked at Mike beside him, and found that he was also puzzled.

At this time, they heard Lopez's footsteps coming towards the corridor again.

"Go!" Klein pulled Mike, ran towards the entrance without looking back, and ran out.

During this process, he closed the side door and broke the lock, making it impossible for the people inside to come out for a while.

Then, the two of them pretended that nothing happened, walked quickly across the hall, approached the exit, and walked away in the vague voice of anger.

Coming to the street outside, Mike breathed a sigh of relief, and sincerely admired: "I have experienced many similar scenes, but it has never been as simple and relaxed as today."

"Thank you, I gotta go back and find out who Capin was."

While speaking, he took out his wallet, took out a 5 pound note, and muttered, "But frankly speaking, your price is really expensive, which is equivalent to half of my weekly salary."

"But you can get reimbursed, can't you?" Klein responded with the corner of his mouth upturned, and then asked worriedly, "Aren't you afraid that Lopez will find your newspaper based on your ID and call the police to arrest you?"

"That's a fake document." Mike Joseph spread his hands familiarly.

"..." Klein could only express his admiration.

After watching Mike get into the car and leave, he walked to the opposite side, waiting for the public carriage, and paying close attention to whether anyone chased him out.

At this moment, a taxi drove slowly and stopped in front of him.

A middle-aged and elderly man in a black coat stepped out of the carriage and nodded to Klein.

His blue eyes were thin and his temples were gray. He was the old gentleman Klein saw in the golden rose.

He is not a customer of Golden Rose... just like us... Klein suddenly had such a realization.

"Hello, I'm Detective Isengard Stanton, who is assisting the police department in handling this case, can we have a chat?" The middle-aged man pointed to the carriageway.

detective? Colleagues... However, he can assist the police department in handling such a serious case, which means that he is a real well-known detective, at least in the Sivelas field... Well, the serial murder case involves devil worship, shouldn't it be Handed over to Nighthawks, Punisher, or Mechanical Heart? Why hire a private investigator yourself when the police department can just send some help?

Well, the 11 consecutive homicides must have caused a sensation. Severus is under a lot of pressure, and he is unwilling to wait like that?

Klein flashed through many thoughts in an instant, but smiled on the surface: "Okay."

He boarded the carriage hired by Isengard Stanton, and saw a capable brown-haired young man inside. JrNovels.com