Once upon a time, Curt had seen such a person.

These people value regulations, maintain loyalty, and adhere to discipline, but they do not care about the freedom and value of others. They act according to the rules and also require others to act according to their "rules". If someone is unwilling to follow their values, they will arouse their hatred.

They will avoid violating the law as much as possible, partly because their interests depend on the protection of discipline. But they may not care about their guarantees, even if they do so, they will be criticized by people with different moral stances.

"In other words... you have wasted so long chasing the so-called 'suspicious', but in the end you didn't get anything? Aren't you mercenaries always boasting about completing tasks quickly and effectively? Why can't you even catch a little ghost in a slum now?"

Looking at Curt, who was still smiling, Parker was not angry, but he was still suppressing his anger. He gritted his teeth creakingly, and his slightly trembling sound seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth. A ball of flame was burning in his light brown eyes, almost spurting out of his mouth.

If he had not admitted his mistake, the Parker's security officer in front of him seemed to be one of these people. They liked class system because they could rule their subordinates and would obey orders because of the regulations. However, if someone was outside the scope of the rules he had identified, he would inevitably suffer from his hostility.

Curt recalled that it was probably because of his own style when he was acting on his own, which led to the dissatisfaction of this Parker's security officer. Compared with the strict security guards, the mercenaries' organization is too loose. The overly liberalized principle of action is also the source of the security guards' dislike for the mercenaries.

The ice is not cold for a day. The friction between the two camps has been around for a long time, but it is not easy to be as prominent as this guard. In fact, many guards have begun to consider solving problems in a flexible way, and there are few guards like Parker.

Although he knew that some of the reasons he was too casual, Curt still ignored the police officer who was getting angry. His attention was attracted by the people who were still asking the police officer team, and something seemed to be happening there.

The rustling whispers of the staff turned into obvious commotion. The guards arrested one of the staff members and shouted at him. The staff members who were caught could not be honest and surrendered. He struggled to get rid of the guards. But he had no chance.

The moment he wanted to escape, the "companions" who had previously stood with him immediately reacted and double-teamed all his retreat, and took out shackles to deal with the prisoners and locked his hands. The conflict only took place for a short while and it was declared over. How could the handcuffed staff be sent to the historically surrounded cloth, and I don't know what would be waiting for him there.

How could such a big commotion not attract the attention of people nearby? Seeing the staff members throughout the arrest suddenly became nervous, and they were talking about the situation loudly. The uneasy expressions were raised from behind the scenes to the front of the stage. The atmosphere that had been a little unstable before became more obvious.

Even the reporters standing outside the blockade noticed this. Although they didn't know what was going on, their sensitive sense of smell made them smell the news. Under the leadership of a few brave guys, the reporters surrounded the scene became restless, trying to break through the police officer's block.

Suddenly, the pressure on the security officers responsible for the blockade became even greater, but their experience made them take action immediately. Of course, they could not use violence to drive away these reporters, so they could only wave their hands to signal them to leave. At the same time, they used their bodies to form a human wall to block the reporters outside the blockade line.

"I don't think you need to find those fakes in public." Curt said to Parker in discussions, with half of his tone mixed in his tone. "Although it's troublesome to have an intruder mixed in the team, it will be a lot of trouble if the reporters find out, right?"

His eyes were still in the constant commotion of the crowd there. What happened just now confirmed the concerns in the hearts of the members of the guard team. There were indeed members of the enemy mixed among them. This made them all nervous, and their vigilant eyes were sent to the team members who were still waiting to ask questions.

Obviously Parker had already thought of this problem. He glanced at the staff who were still talking privately. Both them and the security officers in charge of the investigation, the expressions on his face seemed a little subtle. Even the staff who had experienced and clear-cut were a little confused.

Distrust is spreading. Looking at the appearance of those staff members, even if they can successfully prove that they are all genuine people, their suspicion will still exist between them. In addition to the staff members who appeared here today, the team members who did not come may also be fakes.

Because no one can guarantee whether the colleagues who appeared in front of him have been replaced in the future... Even if they were chatting and laughing with him a minute ago, they were not sure whether they would be attacked by their "companions" in the next moment - no one would be willing to be treated like this.

But this did not shake Parker's will. He looked at Curt and shouted: "These things are not something you need to say - answer my question quickly! Mr. Curt Ryanster, what did you find when I asked you to investigate nearby? I don't think you would find nothing."

His tone was full of distrust. It was obvious that the guard officer had never believed the evidence provided by Curt from beginning to end. He was an "out-of-staff" after all, so neither the cooperation nor the information shared was obtained from the security forces.

"Of course, it's not that I haven't got anything." After a long time of getting along, Curt had figured out the tempers of some people in the guard team. He said with a three-point fake smile on his face, "At least I discovered this thing, it is very likely that it makes those guys become your players."

In Parker's distrustful eyes, Curt took out the snake-shaped dagger in his pocket and handed it to him. The snake-shaped blade reflected the light of the rising sun, and there seemed to be a little left on the blade like a residue of blood, and the remaining magic power slowly radiated from the blade.

"What is this... a ritual dagger?" He snatched the snake-shaped dagger from Curt's hand and looked up and down in his hand. He was more interested in this strange dagger than to make things difficult for Curt. "Tell me, where did you get this dagger?"

This serpentine ritual dagger is the key to the event - at least that's what Curt said. Although Parker doesn't believe what Curt said, the magic power emitted from it cannot be ignored. It is indeed a spell product, and a spell product that can change the appearance does exist.

"Hiss! It's quite sharp..."

Parker, who was playing with the snake-shaped dagger, suddenly gasped and shook the dagger to the ground reflexively. It turned out that the sharp blade of the dagger scratched his fingertips, and a trace of red marks left from his fingertips and flowed along the blood groove on the edge of the blade to the base of the blade.

"Pike, are you okay?"

Another guard officer standing next to him walked over and looked at the wound on his hand. Seeing that there was no problem, he picked up the snake-shaped dagger that was thrown to the ground by guard officer Parker - maybe he would regret such a rash action that he had made without his brain in the future.

"This... damn, what's going on?" The moment he picked up the snake-shaped dagger, the guard suddenly covered his head, and he was swaying like he was drunk, "Pyke, Leinster... Oops, this dagger seems to be problematic, and I feel something is wrong with my body."

Curt could feel a magic power pouring into the guard officer's body from the dagger, which meant that the spell attached to it had effect. The guard officer, who had lost his balance, staggered a few times and sat down to the ground, covering his head, and dripping sweat covered his forehead.

Not long ago, Curt also experienced this feeling, so he knew quite well about the current experience of the security officer - the change spell is a structure that changes flesh and blood, and of course it will not make the subject relaxed.

Soon, the guard sitting on the ground bent his back, and he felt his internal organs start to twist and tumbling, as if he had just swallowed a living snake, which almost made him unable to straighten his waist. He gritted his teeth, and the feeling of burning quickly spread from his stomach to his whole body.

Immediately afterwards, the police officer gasped, and the feeling of burning fire became more and more obvious. His limbs seemed to melt with the heat. Not only his body, he felt that the skin on his body changed shape like a candle roasted by fire.

As everyone looked around, the appearance of the security officer changed.

His hands became thicker, his fingernails became wider, and his hair was shorter for some reason, and the joints of his bones creaked and grew rapidly. In a moment, his shoulders became wider, and when his muscles became strong, his clothes were bulging because they were not fit. It was like sausages filled with meat, and his feet were struggling in pain in shoes that were a few sizes smaller...

After a moment, as suddenly as it started, everything stopped again.

The frightened security officer sat up. It seemed that he was still retaining all his consciousness. He gasped, wiping the sweat on his forehead, and slowly said with lingering fear: "Oh my god... what happened just now? I thought I was going to die in the line of duty."

Then he covered his mouth in shock - because what was made from his mouth was not his own voice, but the somewhat harsh voice of the Parker Police Officer. (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, the novel is better and faster!
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