On your first day at the Investigation Bureau, it's not surprising to feel out of place. The people involved with the Serpent are insane; they won't just obediently extend their hands for you to cuff them like a baby. Instead, they'll greet you with their heavy, rough submachine guns, targeting your naive sense of justice.
The Investigation Bureau has never lacked for kind-hearted rookies like you, most of whom meet their end during attempts to persuade the Serpent to surrender. Pristo believes this is part of the training; at least it teaches this skilled shooter what happens to the Saint Mother.
William kept his mouth shut, feeling a subtle conflict between his superior's teachings and his own sense of justice. Just because the Serpent members are all lunatics who will likely resist arrest, does that mean they should strike first and shoot to kill? He wasn't questioning the captain out of doubt but rather because such actions didn't align with law enforcement procedures. Was this truly justice?
Pristo said no more, taking a deep breath. He finished a cigarette in three puffs, revealing that he wasn't as calm as he appeared. He casually crushed the cigarette butt underfoot and then approached with a serious expression: "Turn on the Law Enforcement Recorder."
William followed suit, unsure but obeying orders to activate the recording device. As they walked past two smuggler corpses, Pristo surveyed the Red Container: What was inside?
These two rookie smugglers dared to transport goods into the metropolis, so they must have known about the Serpent. What could have been so important that they would open fire? This statement was meant for the recorder; Pristo had previously analyzed that the high-ranking Serpent suddenly focusing on such a minor smuggling case was suspicious. Either the rookie smugglers had connections with Serpent leadership, or there was something wrong with what they were smuggling.
Now that the Serpent was engaged in a bloody battle with smugglers without holding back, it was clear that it couldn't be the former; it had to be the latter—something significant was amiss with their cargo.
Faced with unknown yet crucial smuggled goods, Pristo's words served as a foundation; no matter what happened next, he would at least be seen as having acted appropriately. This was the wisdom of an experienced veteran in the workplace.
Confirming that William had recorded his statement, Pristo moved closer to inspect and discovered that this Red Container was surprisingly unlocked!
Coughing slightly, he realized there was no lock on this container; it could be opened manually without a key. He almost forgot about the recorder—he couldn't afford to look like a rookie now.
Pristo mentally reminded himself as he carefully opened the container just a crack. Seeing no cargo spill out, he slowly opened it fully. Inside the large container sat a base, and atop it lay a missile nearly a meter long!
What was most alarming wasn't just the missile itself but rather a sticker affixed to it! A circular yellow sticker with black edges featured a solid black circle surrounded by three black fan-like shapes—clearly depicting the Nuclear Weapon Symbol!
Pristo's pupils dilated to their maximum, and the Adam's apple visibly bobbed up and down as he tried to take a few steps back, but his legs felt weak and unresponsive to his brain's commands.
William was equally shaken, trembling violently at the sight of a bomb lying quietly before them, a chilling sensation coursing through him.
It wasn't just them; even the Outsider Audience watching from behind a screen were terrified.
"Fack, fack! Is that a nuclear bomb? Are they really starting this show with something so big?"
"With this scale, even if it's a Tactical Nuclear Weapon, it's probably just a small tactical warhead, not one capable of destroying an entire city."
"Detail Emperor, stop analyzing! This is a Tactical Nuclear Weapon! Whether it's tactical or not, can they really use this in a Film and Television Drama?"
"This is too intense! The moment I saw the Nuclear Weapon Symbol, even through the screen, my heart skipped a beat."
Silence enveloped Pristo and William; neither dared to utter a word. It felt as if this thing was extremely unstable, and even the slightest breath could trigger the terrifying bomb.
But while they remained silent, those who boarded the ship were not willing to stay quiet: "Mark? Poniel? Are they both dead?"
Upon hearing Mark's name, Pristo froze for a moment before realizing that one of the guys from the Serpent Squad had mentioned him earlier. He had been talking about how Mark owed money and now that he was dead, who should they go after? This meant that Ryan from the Investigation Bureau's Third Team hadn't arrived yet; support from Serpent Squad was already in place?!
Damn it!
Comment 0 Comment Count