When he came to the study room on the second floor, there was an ashtray on the desk, and some of the books on the bookshelf had not been returned to their original places. There were also traces left by his father, George Arkham.

Sitting casually on the nanmu chair, Ross lowered his head and looked at the municipal documents left here.

"On June 4, 1930, a coal mine was discovered on the north side. A week later, it was controlled by Danny O'Banion of the O'Ban gang. Several negotiations ended in failure."

"On June 9, 1930, on the bimonthly calendar, the Arkham Armory was robbed three times last year. The Finn Gang colluded with city officials to openly rob the armory and smuggle arms."

"On June 13, 1930, on the bi-monthly calendar, Thomas Peake secretly led the Tide Pirates to rob two cargo ships in Glorious Port and stole illegal drugs worth two million Rosa coins. According to the tip, the goods were hidden in Acre

Somewhere in Mu.”

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Seeing these contents, Los's headless body leaned on the chair and sighed.

After the setting developed into reality, the troubles and complications involved far exceeded his imagination.

The setting is dead, but to develop into a real world, countless possibilities may be born.

After all, people are alive.

And in this thick pile of city government reports, not a single thing was set by him in advance.

"There are a total of eight municipal committee members in nine districts, each representing the interests of different groups. As the mayor, I am just a tool to mediate the relationship between them and allow most of them to gain benefits."

Thinking of this, Ross suddenly understood why his father was seeking that extraordinary power, because he wanted to rely on that power to break free from this miserable bondage.

Sighing for his dead cheap father, Los started his own plan.

He has many methods now, but the only one that is suitable for current conditions and in the interests of urban development is blood therapy.

Urban development needs people, and he cannot use his ancient god's power to kill everyone who hates him.

So now he needs to use blood therapy to raise his reputation to the level of respect throughout Arkham, so that ordinary people who hate him can become his followers.

"Blood therapy is not something I talk about in vain. Even I need to conduct relevant experiments. I need to find a trustworthy person in this regard."

"In addition, we must first take back the rights in the central area."

The municipal core of Arkham City is in the central area, located in the northeastern area of ​​the entire city. There are a large number of important companies here, as well as the largest slums. It is the most densely populated area in the city.

The organization that truly controls the central area is the Rhodes Chamber of Commerce, a large chaebol that controls all aspects of Arkham's municipal government.

This Chamber of Commerce, and the hands of Chaos behind it, are naturally the primary targets.

About fifty minutes later, there was a knock on the study door.

"Master, I'm back." Carrington's voice sounded.

"Come in."

Then Carrington walked in with a box in his hands.

"Master, your head." Carrington came over and placed the box on the table respectfully.

Loss expressed his gratitude: "How is the matter handled?"

Carrington replied: "Heim has the habit of collecting human heads. He took your head back and is preparing to process it into a specimen."

After a pause, Carrington said: "Then I asked him to complete the final collection. At the moment of death, he collected his own head."

Ross smiled: "Uncle Carrington, I believe he will be grateful for your kindness after he dies."

Carrington smiled slightly on his resolute face: "I think so too."

Having just killed his enemy with his own sword, Carrington was very happy and his whole body felt very relaxed.

Ross opened the box and saw a pale-skinned young man with blond hair. He looked quite handsome and had a restrained melancholy temperament.

Carrington said: "Heim was a crazy guy. I tortured him before killing him, but as a fanatic, he didn't say anything."

Los said casually: "No need to ask, I already know who wants to kill me, but it's just not convenient to break up now."

As he spoke, Ross picked up his head, put it on his neck, and then... slipped directly from his neck and fell to the ground.

"Emm..." Ross fell into thought.

Carrington lowered his head as if he hadn't seen it, and the quiet atmosphere was a bit awkward.

Ross coughed, picked up his head as if nothing had happened and said, "It seems that relying solely on human strength is not enough."

Ever since, his invisible mind started to work.

In the headless form, Los's spirit can be extended to near-infinite extent, accommodating and understanding a vast amount of knowledge.

Ross picked up his head again and prepared to place it on his neck, but this time, along with the application of the knowledge in his mind, combined with the energy stored in his body.

A large number of granules suddenly grew on the cross section of his neck, as well as tentacles filled with suckers and barbs.

These granules and tentacles directly penetrated the cross-section of the wound on Ross's head, firmly fixed it, and then pulled down, so that Ross's head was firmly fixed on his neck.

Unfortunately, the bloody knife marks around his neck are still very obvious.

When Carrington saw this, his expression was full of enthusiasm and reverence. His young master's current form was far beyond his imagination, but this did not make him feel fear, but instead made him feel happy and excited.

Bang! Bang!

After moving his neck twice, Lose nodded with satisfaction: "The fixation is quite stable. It feels more secure with the head."

Carrington said respectfully: "Master, your greatness makes me admire you."

Ross smiled slightly, but felt that the corners of his head and mouth had not changed at all, and he still had a dead face.

"What's wrong with your head? You're a little uncooperative!" Ross raised his hand and knocked on his head.

Then, under his control, more tiny tentacles extended from his body and reconnected with the nerves and brain in his head through his neck.

"Hahahaha!" Suddenly, Los opened his mouth and let out a weird laugh.

The sudden harsh laughter suddenly startled Carrington: "Master, why are you laughing?"

Ross reached out and covered his mouth, trying hard to control his expression, and said slightly embarrassed: "My head is on the wrong string."

The nerves in the head and body are too complicated. Although he knows how to connect them through strange knowledge, there are too many and there are occasional mistakes.

Carrington didn't know what it meant, and thought it was a more professional term. He felt that it was very profound and advanced, but he didn't ask any more questions.

After Ross could control the expression on his head, Carrington asked: "Master, what do you need me to do next?"

At this time, Ross's face gradually gained expression, and his pale face also gained some color. It seemed that the blood was beginning to circulate in Ross's head again.

Open your mouth slightly, and finally you can make sounds through your vocal cords.

"Prepare food, I'm hungry."

The sound was extremely unpleasant, as if a stone mill was grinding bones. It made people feel uncomfortable all over.

Carrington nodded immediately: "No problem! What do you want to eat?"

"Anything is fine, it doesn't matter if the food is raw or cooked, I need a lot of food." Los said in a hoarse voice.
Chapter completed!