My Chat Group Can't Be So Pitiful

Right now, I and the others don't have many clues, but it's still a bit difficult to deduce the real location from the comics.

Therefore, field visits are still needed to make people really feel at ease.

"Okay, take a rest tonight. We will set off for the execution ground early tomorrow morning. It is estimated that the rich and powerful will start having cruel entertainment at noon."

"I'm going back to the police station. The police chief must have more giant potions in his hand. These are resources, and we have to get them all back."

After telling the group members about the next course of action, I quickly made arrangements.

It doesn't take many people to sneak into the police station to steal things. I have moon steps that can be suspended on the ground for action, and they don't make noise when walking, which is very suitable for this task.

The three of Alan have no objection to this arrangement. Although the giant potion is a treasure, it is of no use to them.

After all, the current protagonist group has the power of a giant, and they are not very interested in stealing the giant potion.

Levi needs to sit in the base camp, and he has to watch the three of Alan so as not to make any mistakes.

After a rough arrangement, everyone huddled in the shed and waited quietly for the night to fall.

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The world of giants is very special, it is neither like a world of high martial arts nor a world of low martial arts.

The highest combat power here is just giants, more like biochemical weapons. To be honest, this place should be a world of technology.

It's just a relatively backward industrial world, many information facilities are not perfect, and industrial resources are more inclined to military power.

Therefore, there will be no monitoring equipment or perception-type power such as spiritual consciousness.

This is very beneficial to my actions tonight.

The night came soon, and I jumped off the roof while taking advantage of the liquid, and quickly mixed into the crowd on the street with my ID card in my arms.

His clothes and clothing have been replaced by Marais' clothes, so it should not arouse suspicion just from the appearance.

"Idlers can't wait to get close!"

"This road is blocked. If you want to go there, please show your ID. If you don't have an ID, you can take a detour!"

Soon I passed by the alley where Mikasa killed the chief of police again. At this time, this place has been blocked by the third floor and the third floor of the Marley fighters.

Passers-by lined up in an orderly manner and began to submit their identity certificates one by one.

The Malay fighters checked one by one and then let them go.

I found that no one chose to take a detour. Although the Malay people said that residents without ID cards can change to another road, it is obvious that all residents have ID cards.

On the contrary, if someone really chooses to take a detour, they will definitely be arrested by the Marais immediately and tortured to extract a confession.

I have to say that these guys are quite scheming, it's too sinister to play fishing and enforce the law.

Thinking about the next step, they will investigate the surrounding people to find the murderer who killed the director.

But these people are doomed to be in vain tonight, but all the guys who might know the truth of the matter have already fainted on the street at this moment.

The medical staff rushed back and forth to carry these fainted people into the medical van.

There were a lot of things that happened tonight, and these police officers hadn't realized what was going on for a while.

He took out the identity certificate of the Chief of Police from his pocket. This kind of certificate should be universal. From the corner of his eye, he checked the ID card of the person in front of him, and it was similar to his own.

It seems that there is no major problem in muddling through.

The inspection speed of the team is very fast, and the soldiers basically let the residents pass by with a glance at the identity cards of the residents.

To be honest, they didn't think the murderer would mix among these residents and kill them, so it was just a routine job, and they let them go after a mechanized inspection.

"You! Please show your ID!"

A soldier came over and stopped me, took the ID card and glanced at it hastily.

"Okay, let's go, don't wander around at night!" Marley's soldier waved his hand impatiently, indicating that he could leave.

"Hey, thank you, Mr. Jun!"

I bowed my hands and left with great gratitude. Before I left, I was pushed and shoved by the Marais. He seemed to think that my speed was too slow, which affected his work efficiency.

This time, my heart was completely put back in my stomach, and these Marais were also very sloppy in their work.

It’s just that on the surface it seems like that’s the case, but in fact, none of them are very willing to do this kind of drudgery, and they’re not as iron-blooded as imagined.

Walking on the street, she silently turned on the domineering color of knowledge and perception of the surrounding environment.

The location of the police station is very conspicuous. It is at the end of the street. At the end of this area is a small lake. The police station is built next to the lake.

The scenery is very nice.

The police station has been under martial law at this time, and it is strictly forbidden for idlers to approach, because the chief of the police station has an accident, and the interior of the police station is a bit chaotic.

"Hey, that man over there! What do you do?"

Someone shouted before they got close, and a Malai warrior came from the gate.

"Hello, sir! My child got lost today, and I haven't found it after searching for a long time, so I want to come to the police station to file a case." I pretended to be honest, and I didn't expect the guards in the police station to be so high.

"Go, go, go! The police station is not working today, and the filing is not accepted. If the child is lost, go find it yourself. Why do you come to the police station?"

The Marais soldier behaved very fiercely, and began to get impatient and chase people away before finishing his two sentences.