"Captain Dalton, do we need to call the police?"
"What do you think? We're just patrolmen, we can't handle a scene like this. Hurry up and call the police to come over..."
The night in the southern district of Rendell Town was hazy, but Brad, who was currently on patrol, felt an unusual eeriness.
The beam of his flashlight hit the end of the dead-end alley ahead, and the scene it illuminated made him shudder.
Severed limbs and arms covered in minced flesh were casually thrown on the ground and in trash cans. A head, eyes wide open in Death, had its skull cap removed, yet it was grinning, teeth exposed, quietly placed on an iron rack nearby.
All the wounds seemed to have been torn apart by immense force. The scene was extremely bloody, resembling some sort of evil sacrificial ritual.
It was as if the killer was worried others wouldn't know he had committed murder, leaving blood splattered everywhere, stringing all the parts together.
The eerie part was the look and expression on that severed head, as if it were still smiling right up until the final moment of Death.
On the wall, a prominent 'V'-shaped double-helix symbol made of fresh blood left the most cruel footnote to this murder case.
"Shit! What kind of monster did this!"
Brad turned pale, instinctively stepping back while muttering: "I might not be able to eat for three days and nights."
He took a few deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down, and organized his words to report the situation to the police station on the other end of the line.
Next was waiting.
Brad and Captain Dalton retreated together to a safe place, squatting in a corner to light a cigarette.
Dalton was a rugged, middle-aged white man with a scruffy beard who liked to wear a cowboy hat while on patrol. He was tense right now, his pistol's safety off, ready to shoot at any suspicious creature at any moment.
Of course, he was the patrol captain, so he had a reputation to maintain.
In front of Brad, Dalton remained that wise and reliable elder.
His face was as steady as an old dog, but young Brad couldn't help it, whispering: "We might have run into a major case. You've been watching the news, right?"
"Huff..."
Dalton exhaled a cloud of smoke, his expression solemn: "The 'V' serial killer case. The killer acts alone, likes to dismember victims, and has committed eight crimes across America... No, counting today, this should be the ninth. According to reports, the killer is well-versed in pharmacology and can make victims mentally confused without them knowing. The police have found ingredients similar to hallucinogenic drugs in victims' blood samples more than once."
Brad's mind was still sharp, so he lowered his voice: "Looking at the wounds, it seems like they were torn apart alive. There are no murder weapons. Where would an ordinary person get such strength? Do you think it could be a Superman-level crime?"
Dalton sighed: "That's not for us to worry about..."
They were just patrolmen with some experience, at most with decent marksmanship. They couldn't handle something like this.
Dalton had lived in Rendell Town for generations and had saved up a considerable family fortune by his time. He owned several small shops, and the position of patrol captain was just something he took on out of interest. If he encountered truly life-threatening danger, he wouldn't blindly charge forward.
If it's not his job, he doesn't worry about it, especially since he valued his life.
The police in town arrived quite quickly. About ten minutes later, two police cars drove to the crime scene.
"They finally came."
Watching the six officers get out of the cars, Brad breathed a sigh of relief. He crushed his cigarette butt, stood up, pointed to the dead-end alley in the distance, and said loudly to one of the officers he knew: "Marcus, the crime scene is over there. I think you'd better put on masks first."
Officer Marcus, holding a walkie-talkie, nodded at him: "Thanks for your hard work, leave it to us."
After speaking, he led his team toward the alley.
Dalton had originally planned to take Brad and leave, but this kid saw there were many people and got brave again. He said to him quite excitedly: "With something like this happening, tonight's patrol is over. Why don't we follow and take a look? Maybe there's some new progress in the case!"
"Don't be a busybody... Shit, you little brat!"
This kid was very stubborn. Dalton pulled him twice but couldn't move him. He cursed under his breath and had no choice but to follow with a straight face.
He wouldn't admit that because it was dark and he was walking at night, he was a little scared to go back alone.
He originally thought that with so many people this time and everyone fully equipped, there was no need to worry about safety.
Unexpectedly, something went wrong.
"Pain... so painful..."
A vague sound came faintly from the alley.
Dalton's heart trembled, and he felt the cold wind of the night biting. He asked the person next to him, shivering: "D-did you hear something?"
The six officers in front seemed not to hear it, holding searchlights and pistols, walking forward without looking back.
"It seems, it seems..."
Brad's legs had gone soft. He regretted his decision just now and replied with a pale face: "Is someone calling?"
Dalton: "You heard it too?"
"It hurts so much, I hurt so much!!!!!!"
While speaking, they had already arrived at the entrance of the small alley. The sharp, piercing screams seemed to come from hell, suddenly cutting through the sky.
At the same time, rustling sounds came from the alley.
"Who?!"
Officer Marcus shouted, and the other officers immediately followed.
As the searchlight hit, it illuminated the head placed on the iron rack.
Dalton and Brad almost peed themselves.
They saw with extreme clarity that the stiff smile on the blood-soaked head suddenly changed. The split mouth actually moved, making a sound that didn't sound human: "It hurts so much! I want you to accompany me, I want you to accompany me!!!"
"Shit!!!!"
Dalton and Brad were scared back repeatedly, their minds blank. Apart from the bone-deep fear, there were no other feelings.
Only the head can still live?!
Is this some kind of supernatural event?!
What the hell!
"Bang bang bang~~!!!!!"
Continuous gunfire.
The fully armed officers realized something was wrong and decisively opened fire.
"Hee hee hee..."
The only response to them was a creepy smile. A strange black shadow covered the sky, dragging a long bat-winged cloak, falling rapidly from the building high above the alley.
In an instant, two officers' heads flew up, and blood sprayed several meters high!!
'It's over, the killer is still at the scene?!'
Such a horrifying scene caused Dalton's brain to crash on the spot. Only at this moment did he suddenly remember a detail about the 'V' serial murder case.
The killer's methods were cruel, and he was very confident in his modus operandi, never killing only one victim.
There was only one victim in the alley.
In other words...
"Damn it, we are also prey!!!!!" Dalton screamed in fear.
Perhaps because he was in a desperate situation, his desire to survive exploded. He actually suppressed the fear in his heart, drew the pistol from his waist, and fired a barrage at the black shadow!!
"Bang bang bang~~!!!"
Brad was also fast, drawing his gun impressively. The two emptied their magazines in just a moment.
But it was too late.
The black shadow was so fast that it didn't look like a human at all. The dense bullets couldn't kill him, and couldn't even hit him.
'Swoosh—'
The black shadow swept past from the side, and suddenly two more officers screamed and fell to the ground clutching their necks.
"Retreat, retreat quickly!"
Marcus's face was waxy white, and he hurriedly ordered the remaining personnel to retreat.
He held his gun with both hands, the muzzle moving quickly with the black shadow. He didn't empty his magazine like the others, but instead fired precise shots, ready to go.
Every time he fired a shot, it forced the black shadow to change direction. He hit him twice, sparking collisions on the opponent's body.
The black shadow was unscathed and didn't seem to fear firearms.
But regardless, Marcus's marksmanship, which was a cut above the others, and his calm mind successfully bought them a short time to retreat.
But such good luck soon ran out.
The combat power of the two sides was completely unequal.
Marcus hurriedly took Dalton, Brad, and the remaining companion, having just exited the mouth of the alley.
The black shadow had already spread its pitch-black, eerie cloak, like a giant bat, covering everyone from top to bottom!
'It's over!'
'It's a Superman-level crime, but it can't be reported.'
'Damn Brad, I told you not to follow...'
Everyone's last thought flashed through their minds. At this moment, they smelled the scent of Death.
Just at the critical moment.
"Woo-oom~~~~!!!!"
A deafening shockwave spread from afar, knocking the officers and Dalton to the ground.
"Hiss..."
The black shadow that flew over in the air was hit by the shockwave. Its cloak fluttered, and it flew back into the alley as if it had suffered a heavy blow, hiding back into the darkness.
The black shadow grabbed the wall, like an upside-down hanging bat.
"Woo-oom~~~~!!"
Another shockwave came, shaking the buildings on both sides of the alley with a clatter.
A Mexican-American mixed-race teenager wearing a beige combat suit, with electronic receivers on his ears, folded his palms forward and then lowered them.
He walked over slowly, his face pale but solemn: "I am Drummer Boy. Gentlemen, it seems you need help!"
It turned out to be the underage superhero, Drummer Boy.
At this moment, his tall, thin figure stood at the entrance of the alley, just like a guardian god for Dalton and the others.
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