After hearing Vaughn's words, disbelief was written on everyone's faces.
Vaughn, uninterested in explaining, simply picked up a package from his feet and threw it onto the table.
Opening the package, a headless zombie was revealed to everyone.
Hannah stepped forward at this moment, not showing any disgust, and began to search the zombie directly.
Finally, she nodded in front of everyone's gaze.
"It's Raleigh."
As the head of the Information Department, she was well-acquainted with major criminals and could analyze the owner of the zombie from the details. Since taking over the Information Department, she had never failed, so no one doubted her.
"What's going on here?"
Johnson looked intently at Vaughn. It was great news that an S-level dangerous criminal had been killed.
"Just what you see. Raleigh was killed with a single slap."
Seeing that everyone was listening carefully, Vaughn began to detail what he had investigated and understood.
"According to the on-site investigation, Raleigh was killed by a mysterious martial artist. At the scene, there were eight monkey monsters, four black zombies, and traces of an evil barrier were found."
"But that's not the point. The point is that two of the eight monkey monsters were killed in an apartment building, both with a single strike, turned into meat pulp."
Vaughn pointed to the on-screen display of the traces at the scene.
Immediately afterward, the slideshow flashed, showing the scene at Nincipe Park.
"This is Nincipe Park. According to our tests, the remaining six monkey monsters and black zombies all died here."
Saying this, Vaughn took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "The six monkey monsters were turned into blood pulp, and the four black zombies directly into dust. The scene was as gruesome as a modern battlefield after intense combat."
"After calculation, the person who killed Raleigh is most likely a..."
"Horizontal Cultivation grandmaster!"
A Horizontal Cultivation grandmaster?
The crowd was in an uproar.
"A Horizontal Cultivation grandmaster? Do such terrifying things still exist in this world?"
Edward's face looked somewhat unpleasant as he spoke, clearly unbelieving.
Vaughn didn't explain much, glanced at him, and said, "You tell me another possibility of turning black zombies into dust besides a Horizontal Cultivation grandmaster?"
Edward was immediately speechless. The black zombies had been blasted into dust. What else could he say?
"Are you sure?" Johnson lowered his head and asked in a low voice.
"Eighty percent sure."
"Then this needs to be reported upwards. A Horizontal Cultivation grandmaster is too terrifying. Apart from the director, the combined strength of our Zamnia District Security Bureau may not be enough to match one person. We must report it."
"It's already been reported. They've asked us to try to find this grandmaster and appease him. There are too many paranormal events, and we don't have time to deal with such a terrifying existence."
"Then let's establish a file."
Hannah nodded and started typing information on her laptop.
"Name: Unknown."
"Age: Unknown."
"Strength: Horizontal Cultivation Grandmaster"
"Achievements: Killed S-level criminal Raleigh."
"Danger: SS-level"
"Note: Can blast black zombies into dust. Must not offend. If discovered, do not take action without permission. Must report to superiors."
...
On the other side, Jett didn't know that his identity had been recorded by the Security Bureau.
However, even if he knew, he wouldn't care. He wasn't a troublemaker; he was just an ordinary student. If he didn't take the initiative, it would be difficult for them to find him.
"Huh, that's a relief."
After reading the Taoist scriptures for a day, eliminating his anger made Jett feel comfortable. He didn't like the feeling of being filled with irritability before.
At this moment, his phone rang.
Jett picked up his phone and found that it was Landon. It was already past 11 PM. Why was he calling?
"Hey, Landon, what's up?"
"Jett, come and save me quickly. I've been kidnapped."
Landon's voice quickly came through the phone, with chaotic sounds around him and various wailing and screaming in the background, seemingly from inside a bar.
"Tell me the place."
Knowing that Landon had been kidnapped, he naturally couldn't ignore it.
"Drunken Dream Bar. Hurry up. There are too many of them. I couldn't handle them alone."
"Wow, don't you dare come closer. My bro is coming, and he'll make you look good."
Jett frowned. He seemed to hear a girl's scream.
It looked like Landon had gone out to have fun again and gotten into trouble.
"He just couldn't stay out of trouble for a while."
Without hesitation, Jett put on his coat and headed out the door.
"Drunken Dream Bar? I've never heard of such a bar in Zamnia District."
Jett thought as he walked downstairs.
He checked his phone and found it, but this Drunken Dream Bar wasn't in Zamnia District, or even in Andhofri State. It couldn't be the same bar.
"Forget it, I'll ask a taxi driver."
If anyone was most familiar with Zamnia District, it would be the taxi drivers. They roam the streets and alleys all day, and they even know which girls are pretty.
"Sir, do you know Drunken Dream Bar?"
Jett stopped a taxi and asked.
The taxi driver frowned and looked up, saying, "I've been driving for so many years, and I've never heard of a Drunken Dream Bar. Did you get the wrong place?"
"Okay, it's fine."
Afterward, he stopped several more cars in succession, but no one had heard of Drunken Dream Bar.
"This is the last try. If no one knows, I'll call his dad."
Jett thought to himself.
Anyway, Landon had thick skin. As long as the other party didn't kill him, it wouldn't be a big deal if he got beaten up.
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