The Daily Life Of A Cyberpunk Magician

Chapter 420 - 241 Crime Buster Killed by Criminals!_2
Chapter 420: Chapter 241 Crime Buster Killed by Criminals!_2”Fuck, Koichi, you’re out? What did the police station want with you?”

”I rushed over as soon as I could, all for a hospital follow-up!”

”So, it really isn’t a sham?”

”Wait... what’s this?! The police station was attacked?”

”Is this not a movie set?”

Koichi glanced at the barrage of comments and quickly responded, ”Regarding the sham’s question, I think it’s quite obvious now, neither the police station nor the hospital is a mechanism controlled by the Magician within the Social Sequence. What’s more important now is the situation at the police station, I suspect a Mutant suddenly attacked the police station.”

Barrage:

”Mutant attacking the police station?”

”It’s quite a commotion.”

”What the hell, aren’t Mutants irrational killing machines? Why would they attack a police station on their own?”

”Get closer and shoot, I want to see what Mutants look like, I’ve never seen one before.”

Koichi then turned the camera on himself, gave a bitter smile, and continued, ”I’m not very clear about the current situation, but anyone who has been to the Fifth District police station should easily recognize it. This is the police station, and indeed, a mysterious creature has invaded it.”

”As for why the Mutant has subjective consciousness, I actually don’t understand either. However, just now, Ooishi could testify that the Mutant ran past us but didn’t attack us; instead, it specifically targeted that room.” Koichi signaled Ooishi with his eyes to bring the camera closer, zooming in on the label at the door of the room.

The sign read ”Interrogation Room,” the very place where they were previously questioned.

So, the person inside the interrogation room was the target of the Mutant?

Koichi Kojima thought for a moment and immediately came up with the answer. If there was someone of significant status in the interrogation room, it could only be Tang.

Crime Buster Dick Tang!

But in the next second, the room plunged into absolute silence.

The flames disappeared.

The electricity surges disappeared.

The gunfire also abruptly stopped.

It was as if even the faint smell of gunpowder in the air had dissipated.

Koichi Kojima and Ooishi were utterly speechless, as if an invisible hand was choking their throats.

This feeling, those hiding behind the internet could hardly understand; only Koichi and Ooishi, who were at the scene, could deeply appreciate it.

The oppressive feeling was so intense it almost solidified, nearly suffocating them.

Without any warning, a Flame Demon bent over and crawled out of that door; under its massive body, that normal-sized door seemed so small.

In its huge hand, it was carrying a robot that had half of its body torn away. The robot’s head was intact, but its mechanical eyes no longer held any spark.

Tang.

That was Tang’s face.

When he recognized the face, Koichi Kojima shockingly covered his mouth.

But at the same time, more questions arose.

Tang was a robot?

Then where was the real Dick Tang?

For a moment, he felt as if his worldview was collapsing. Over the past few years, Tang’s exploits were as well-known as his name.

Crime Buster, the unbeatable Crime Buster.

And now, the Crime Buster had been killed by criminals?!

Ooishi next to Koichi felt the same way; both were natives of the Fifth District and held deeper feelings about Tang’s presence.

It could be said that after the rise of the new Black Wall, the basic social order of the Fifth District was maintained largely due to Tang,

because he was the chairman of the Management Committee, so most of the rational public still temporarily trusted his statements.

And now, he was dead?

He died so rashly and in such a muddled, clumsy, and messy manner?

A nameless panic settled over Ooishi and Koichi’s hearts.

But under the instinct honed by long-term training, Ooishi had instinctively given a close-up shot to Tang, who was being dragged by the enormous Flame Demon like a dead dog.

So the comments exploded.

”Is that Dick Tang?!”

”????”

”Tang is also in the police station... No, did Tang die?”

”Damn, it’s over, the Fifth District is going to be chaotic.”

At this time, the Flame Demon seemed to have noticed them, it turned its head and glanced at Kojima and Ooishi, its eyes burning with a crystalline blue hue that stared long at Kojima and Ooishi, but after putting enough pressure, it diverted its gaze and turned around, dragging the mechanical body of Tang away.

At this moment, whether it was Koichi Kojima or Ooishi, or the more than thirty thousand watching the live broadcast, none could accurately express their thoughts.

They only knew that the Fifth District might truly become chaotic.

At this moment, inside the interrogation room.

The middle-aged police officer crawled out from under the table, his face dark as he looked at the mess in the room.

Literally, his face was dark.

Those rootless fires had just ignited in this not very large space, and he had been somewhat affected.

He was also a Fake Body of Tang, but he did not choose to fight side by side with another Fake Body; instead, he hid behind this facade.

With the main body missing and two Fake Bodies dead, he absolutely could not afford another incident, or it would be a total loss.

Fortunately, the situation turned out as he expected; the Flame Demon did not strike at the innocent.

(The Spirit Technique was on Jiang Shu at this moment)

The recently deceased Fake Body actually also had the ability to change faces, but both of them understood clearly that if the Flame Demon had not found traces of ”Tang” here, it might have suspected them, which would have been even more unacceptable.

Now, with only him left, he didn’t have many options.

He could only gamble everything.

——

”Hey, Jiang Shu, what did you do to me?” a tiny paper version of Red Clo stood on the table waving at the ”giant” Jiang Shu in front of him, ”How did I end up like this?”

Although he phrased it as a question, Red Clo seemed not to be panicked; on the contrary, he found his new magical body quite amusing, occasionally playing with it.

Utilizing the paper-folding skills inherited from Black Kler, he had successfully turned his right hand into a snake, and he could freely control the twisting and coiling of the snake which looked quite fun.

Jiang Shu, observing Red Clo’s antics, found it interesting and even toyed with the idea of turning himself into a paperman.

To complete a resurrection on a paperman, could he turn himself into a conscious piece of paper?

Although very frail, it would give him terrifying advantages in infiltration and assassination.

”You said you wanted to infiltrate Tang’s camp?” Jiang Shu glanced at Red Clo, not directly answering his question but instead responded with one.

”Um, what about it? You don’t intend for me to spy in this form, do you?” Red Clo suddenly jumped, since his paper form was not a realistic version but a two-dimensional character, this behavior seemed somewhat cute, ”Hey, doesn’t this operation violate the laws of war prisoners?”

”Tang is in that paper house.” Jiang Shu’s next sentence directly cut off Red Clo’s speech, ”You said it, infiltrate Tang’s camp, be my spy. Since you have the heart for it, naturally, I must provide you with the conditions.”

Red Clo: ”????”

He looked at the house painted in bizarre, bright colors, only feeling a deep urge to vent his frustrations within.

What the hell is this?

Yes, he did say he wanted to be a spy close to Tang, but why was Tang with Jiang Shu?!

Was he the clown?

He genuinely found this development a bit hard to understand.

”Anything else you request?” Jiang Shu smiled at Red Clo, ”I will certainly help you as much as I can.”

”No need, please trust my abilities, I am very willing to serve you.” Red Clo’s face was solemn; he gave a noble bow to Jiang Shu and then strode towards that paper house.

Moments later, a loud shout from Red Clo came from within the paper house, ”Hurry, resurrect me, I actually can’t defeat him!?”

And Jiang Shu just shrugged, watching as a paper corpse was thrown out of an opened window of the paper house; the paper Tang standing by the window simply watched Jiang Shu standing in front of the table without saying a word.

Their gazes seemed to cross a dimension before finally colliding.

One serious, the other smiling.