Leaving from the virtual phenomenon, Mana casts light-dance, illuminating the only bright color for this desolate scene. Marin comes to the young man sitting up to the sky, with an eye on his forehead, but the unexpected back of his head is not damaged.

He stretched out his left hand and stirred his fingers at the gunshot wound. Marin touched the short crossbow arrow that made him feel unexpected. It turned out that, so many people could not hear the gunshots coming here. Lamenting the professionalism of the silencer, Marin took back his hand.

Mana took out a bottle of holy water and washed Marin's left hand.

Out of professional habits, Marin launched a rebuke of the dead souls, but there was no trace of the soul body being purified. Their spirits disappeared after death - the souls of those who died unjustly usually stayed at the scene for a while, either they did not believe in the fact that they were dead, or they had already strided on the path of twisted and distorted.

But the souls of these two young men disappeared.

Could it be that this silencer is also proficient in death-based techniques and directly purifies or binds the soul of the deceased?

Professionals, Malin came to another assassin lying on the table. A dagger was stabbed in the middle-aged man's back. Malin took out the dagger with toxins on it - not only on the blade, but also on the handle, and I don't know what toxin it was. This should be a surprise for the discoverers, but for Malin, this thing could only make him feel a little numb and itchy in his palms, that's all.

After taking a photo of himself to remove toxins and driving away this uncomfortable feeling from his body, Marin confirmed the standard of this dagger - the very standard army of the Northern Kingdoms issued a dagger. This dagger has been shaped for almost hundreds of years. In such a long time, except for some extremely slight differences, this dagger is the most standard existence, and Marin cannot even distinguish its age.

So it is impossible to confirm who this thing will be - it has no characteristics at all. Marlin can only expect the police officers or Carter Robinson to recognize the thing from which era it is.

So he didn't touch the corpse. When he was about to leave, Marin noticed that the corpse was lying on the table that made him feel confused - his clothes were all unbuttoned, blocking the view from both sides on the side.

Marin walked around the long table and came across from him, squatted down, and saw a group of six grenades tied to the abdomen of the deceased, with a tripwire of just the right length and a pull ring buckle in the palm of the deceased.

Interestingly, Marin has only promoted this kind of trick in his own team - the big head soldiers don't know because they have no chance to do so. Only Sudel, who is deeply behind enemy lines, can use this method.

Marin confirmed that young people said that they had never heard of this technique, so...either the silencer was familiar with them and had heard of this method.

Or, this silencer has something to do with the military AI that Jason has been tracking.

It was really interesting. After removing the trip thunder, Marin summoned Jason, then pushed open the back door and called the police officers to come and do a detailed autopsy for the two unlucky assassins.

"How did you find theirs?" Jon, the elder brother of the Svenson family, expressed great awe of Marin's speed.

And my younger brother simply started to whisper: "It is worthy of being the Excellency Marlin who wrote the Sherlock Holmes Detective Collection!"

Damn, you little bastard is black or blowjob.

Marin had no choice but to see, if you had known that such a thing would happen now, you wouldn't have copied any stories about Sherlock Holmes and Moriarty falling in love and killing each other.

Calling the two boys and Mr. Carter aside, Marin exchanged information about the tripping mines with them: "Do you know this way?"

The two brothers shook their heads, and Carter Robinson thought for a while: "I heard that some troops would do stumble mines, but I have never heard of this kind of person who uses the dead as a trap."

"I understand." Marin confirmed his judgment even more: "The souls of the two dead have been purified or bound and taken away, and the elements on the scene have been polluted. Just like the previous scene, I decided to continue to investigate around the surroundings, hoping to find the trace of the silencer."

"Thank you for your hard work, Lord Marin."

"It's nothing. You guys protect these two scenes and hope to find something. I'm leaving."

After saying that, Marin parted with them, greeted Harrier who came over, and then pushed the door out.

There were a lot of pedestrians on the avenue. Marin considered it and decided to take a backtracking technique at the door, but it had no effect at all. The house, like the surrounding area, was completely contaminated into a chaotic area that could not be traced after being used many times.

After taking out the map and looking at the avenue and alley, Malin sighed - more than a dozen alleys appeared at a distance of 100 meters nearby. If the silencer did not walk through the alley, but followed the avenue, the possibility of finding him would be slim. After all, there was no surveillance all over the streets in this era.

Jason had already completed the preparation at this time, and Marin opened the teleportation channel for him. Then the next second, a small simulated mechanical body of about the same height as Marin when the paternal bloodline appeared drilled out of the channel.

"I heard that a murderer might have something to do with that damn military AI?" The boy showed maliciousness as soon as he came over, but Marin felt that Jason could not blame him for this matter. He had praised Haikou before, saying that he would definitely dig out the military AI from the ground, but there was still no clue yet. However, the other management AIs in the Marin family could occasionally hear short messages from the military AI mocking Jason from public channels.

Alas, this matter proves that if you don’t have the confidence to win, don’t speak harshly. If you can’t speak well, it’s a small matter. If you’re criticized, it’s a big deal.

Just like that 2077, Marin only played for less than two hours when she played for the first time. She was in the prologue and was happy. She went to play for a day while on vacation a few days ago. As a result, the more she played, the less she felt uncomfortable. Finally, she found out from the historical records that these Polish guys cut half of the game content to sell it.

It's really a ghost. Marin was really angry at the time, and at the same time he felt lucky. If he hadn't had time travel, he might have been angry by the Polish people. I heard that the board of directors decided not to postpone the votes in order to stabilize the stock price. Although I don't know whether this news is true or false, the news Marin found was all kinds of ridicule and regret... Alas, the street lights are always lacking some embellishments.

...By the way, Marin suddenly thought of something very furious - he had never played the game he booked with STEAM.

The standard one is to spend money but play, and it is so miserable that it cannot breathe.

Thinking of this, with a hint of sentiment, Marin and Jason talked about the situation of the silencer. Jason insisted that it was definitely military AI, because he recognized that the grenades were standard equipment of the Earth Army.

"I always thought this was a Yankee's standard grenade." Marin weighed the egg-type grenades in his hand - this kind of grenade was also produced by Marin in Fort Carter. The soldiers said that although this thing is not as good as a wooden grenade, it can fly far away without being able to fly in his pocket or in a small bag, and with a portable old-fashioned wooden grenade.

"This should be a master, and grenades are not high-tech. Making a mold with fragmented grooves can directly make the shell, which is very simple." Jason said this, the little guy's face showed a ferocious look: "If I catch that guy this time, I must store a lot of electronic waste in his memory."

"That's it?" Marin asked while lit a cigarette for himself.

"What else can I do?" Jason looked at Marin with confusion on his face.

"You can't change things, such as the junk web game before the Great Destruction, with hundreds of viruses." Marin took a sip of cigarettes and said to Jason.

Jason was silent for a moment: "That, although he always laughed at me, I still feel that he will not be guilty."

Damn, I can still say that.

Marin sighed, waved his hand, and signaled Jason to analyze at the door to see if he could find footprints or something else that came out of the house.

As Jason started scanning, Marin walked aside, smoking on the street, sighing in the smoke.

When Mendel dies, there will be a shortage of people in the eleven people in the Council. Marin is worried that they will add Marin. To be honest, Marin feels that he is not qualified enough and there will be too many uncertainties in the future. Perhaps in just a few years when Marin goes up, these guys will find another person to warm up the chairs left by Marin.

But how to say it, Marin can't tell these guys about him.

Besides, whether this kind of thing is one thing or not, whether they believe it or not is another matter.

Therefore, we have to find a way. Whether it is to pick it up or not, they cannot be dissatisfied. Marin did not come over to make enemies with others. This is not a matter of timidity, but it is too stupid to make enemies like this - I, Marin, I am willing to hammer people, but the hammers are usually caused by cancer. As for these northerners.

Although they are a little romantic, they are not stupid.

Besides, Marin was preparing to help Mendel complete his revenge, so he had to prepare to lead the soldiers to go south in the third month of spring and kill all the invading chaos. He had no time to play with these guys.

At this moment, Marin suddenly narrowed his eyes because he seemed to hear something... calling him.

Marin frowned - his psychic energy has been protecting his soul, so this kind of call is usually unheard by Marin. After all, how can I say this kind of call? It is like a small advertisement, basically all of which are small advertisements posted by the evil gods of the sub-space who are so low that they are.

Unlike the four large and small vendors, these wastes usually send calls in sub-space that do not accept replies, just like fake mobile base stations. If someone sends a reply, they can detect the coordinates of the target, and then things will start to exceed Marin's estimate.

But this time it was different. This sounded like a girl's voice directly penetrated the spiritual protection of the spirit forest. This was basically the intensity that only the Lord of Justice and the Four vendors had.

Although it doesn't sound very different, it's almost half a level in terms of intensity, but in terms of penetration effect, it beats up all kinds of waste.

Moreover, during the moment of being stunned, Malin's voice had become clear, and he was a girl.

·Marin, child, I hear your heart, you are thirsty for strength.

Marin blinked. The sound was pretty good, cute and soft, but who are you?

It seemed that he knew what Marin was thinking, the girl's voice answered.

·I am the lover of the God of Revenge, the friend of the Anonymous... Marin, I have heard of your story. You want to avenge your friends, right?

Marin was silent for a moment, took out a gold coin and threw it into the sub-space. The next second, a little fairy messenger was thrown out.

"That's right! It's true!" The divine messenger from the Kingdom of God spoke loudly, turned his head and crawled back from the still-open passage.

Marin was silent for a while and nodded.

"So, Goddess, what is the price, what price do I have to pay?"

·I will give you the power of revenge, you can chase the murderer faster and better, and make the sinner who kills your friends pay the corresponding price.

"No, my goddess, I mean, what price I need to pay." Since she is true, Marin is still very patient. Unfortunately, in Marin's view, there are no gods in this world who are truly without desires. Even the Lord of Justice is holding the souls of the Paladins... Of course, in Marin's view, this person is preparing for the battle of doomsday - when the sub-space completes its connection with this world, it will be the time for all mankind to fight to the death. At that time, death is not even the end of life. After everyone dies, his soul and his body will continue to fight for the survival of this world.

·No need, I don’t need your soul, nor your body. Remember, I am the spokesperson of the God of Revenge, and you will become his agent.

"That is, I need to serve your glory?" Marin smiled. After all, you still need people to pay the price.

·No, you do the way of revenge to fight for every innocent person killed by a murderer. This is the true meaning of revenge.

The girl's rebuttal came quickly, and her answer silenced Marin.

Finally, he nodded: "You are going to transform my sequence."

·Not a transformation, but directly gives you the extraordinary ability to track your enemies.

After saying that, Marin felt the stinging pain in his left eye. Before he could even make a muffled sound due to the pain, the pain disappeared.

When he opened his eyes again, Marin didn't feel anything wrong at first, but when he looked at Jason who had not noticed something abnormal in his master, a golden light spot appeared in his visual system, and then more and more light spots formed a very clear human form, and he was pushing the door out.

After passing Jason, he walked towards the south of the city.

Marin blinked and found that the goal was continuing, but as it went away, Marin found it increasingly difficult for him to confirm its existence.

So Marin took a few steps and confirmed that as the distance approached, he could see the target more and more clearly.

"This is... your power?"

·That's because you have enough power, Marin, go and find the murderer. Remember, there is no good or evil in the weapon, but the human heart has a backbone.

Marin smiled, turned around and waved to Jason, who had turned his attention to his walking.

"Jason, I'll take you to find someone."

"Who are you looking for?" Jason walked over.

"Of course it's the murderer, my old friend." After Marin said that, he reached out and rubbed Jason's little head.
Chapter completed!