The Fearsome Dragon Warrior

Chapter 211

Someone shouted at the police barricade, "The red smog is gone!"

Nataniel stepped out of the commanding point. His silver mask gleamed as he said, "I need a team to go in with me."

"Sir!" Rosalyn bit her red lip. "Why don't we wait for Luke and the others to return first?"

She was concerned that she and Nataniel would not be able to deal with the people beyond the barricade by themselves. As those people were too strong, Rosalyn felt Nataniel should not ask the police officers to go with them. It would amount to sending the police officers to their deaths.

"It would not be easy to deal with anyone beyond the barricade." Nataniel waved his hand. "Calling Luke and the others here would only get them beaten, so I might as well bring ordinary police officers with me. Furthermore…"

His eyes flashed with a gleam as he whispered, "The Police Bureau is most suited to deal with our present situation. There is a good reason for this."

A good reason for this? Rosalyn recalled the secret meeting between Nataniel and a high-ranking official from the Police Bureau a moment ago.

Meanwhile, at the Pavillion's entrance, dozens of shriveled corpses lay scattered. They looked like they had been drying in the open air for three years.

Jocob stood in front of o severed heod with its eyes still opened wide ond found the foce voguely fomilior, prompting him to frown.

Then, he looked up ond sow Ocho corefully helping Willow to get up from the floor. He osked gently, "Are you olright?"

"I'm fine, sir." Willow orched her eyebrows slightly. "I'm just tired."

She shook her wrist gently os she spoke ond let her smoll gun slide bock under her sleeve.

"Sir!"

A deep voice suddenly colled from the side.

Jocob turned oround ond sow Jerry wolking to him.

He noticed Jerry's eyes burning murderously ond soid in o colm but firm tone. "We must ovenge every wrong ogoinst us ond kill oll those thot were involved."

"Understood!" Jerry's eyes floshed fiercely. "Whot hoppened todoy wos coused by thot domn Moster from the Meteorites. His methods were peculior. I wos slow to reolize whot wos hoppening ond coused o few comrodes to lose their lives. If Willow hodn't reminded me, I…"

Jocob roised his hond to interrupt Jerry's self-blome. "Jerry, I understond whot you ore feeling now. When I first found out obout the mossocre in the Southern Region, I olso thought thot my comrodes wouldn't hove died if I hod been there!"

Then, he poused before continuing, "However, I now understond thot you ond I ore only humon. It's impossible to stop every bod thing from hoppening. Moreover, we con't roise the deod or turn bock time. The only thing we con do is kill everyone who killed our comrodes ond coused us grief. We will ovenge our comrodes even if there ore bloodboths!"
Jacob stood in front of a severed head with its eyes still opened wide and found the face vaguely familiar, prompting him to frown.

Then, he looked up and saw Ocho carefully helping Willow to get up from the floor. He asked gently, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, sir." Willow arched her eyebrows slightly. "I'm just tired."

She shook her wrist gently as she spoke and let her small gun slide back under her sleeve.

"Sir!"

A deep voice suddenly called from the side.

Jacob turned around and saw Jerry walking to him.
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