Chapter 355: Undead: Special Capture Techniques
When the nobles of Dutata City were summoned to the unrecognizable Lord's Mansion to "welcome" the newly appointed Lord Coulson, the frightened Agent Pearson Stanford accidentally ran into an old friend in the City Hall of Dutata City.
"Monk?!"
Seeing the man with the pipe in his mouth walking towards him with a big laugh and extending his right hand, Agent Stanford was stunned for a moment before he remembered to stand up and shake hands with him.
"It's too messy here. Let's go to your place and talk." Agent Monk smiled and raised his chin in the direction of the Sheriff's Department.
The Innadris are taking over the City Hall. All those who were tied up by the undead have been detained together. Those who have not been attacked by the undead have been called in one by one by the Innadris for questioning, asking about their work departments, and registering their home addresses. They were then announced to be free to move around, but they must report to the City Hall before nine o'clock tomorrow morning, otherwise it would be regarded as automatic resignation.
Agent Stanford had just completed the registration and was about to leave after repeatedly confirming that he was allowed to move freely, but he unexpectedly met Monk.
The two detectives left the noisy main building of the City Hall and came to the relatively quiet wing of the Public Security Department.
Sitting on a bench by the corridor, Agent Monk handed his tobacco box to Stanford. Stanford took it naturally, took out his pipe, took a pinch of tobacco from the box and filled it in, then struck a match to light the tobacco.
"It's the red candles from the Baroness's tobacco farm. It still smells the same." After taking two puffs of the cigarette, Stanford exhaled forcefully, as if he wanted to expel the depression in his chest along with the smoke rings.
"Yes. The Baroness's territory is gone, and the two manors in Everhope have also been sold to others. Now we only have the tobacco farm to make a living. The tobacco produced this year is much more than in previous years, and it is much cheaper. Even a poor guy like me can afford it." Agent Monk said with a smile.
"...It sounds like a lot has happened in Innadri." Agent Stanford's mouth twitched slightly.
"It's no one else's fault. It was the Baroness who attacked our civil servant Ms. Shirley, and Mr. Yang just happened to catch her." Agent Monk said indifferently.
Baroness Virgil is a senior VIP member of the Tobacco Club, and their tobacco farm provides a large amount of tobacco to the Tobacco Club; but compared to the love for tobacco and the sense of membership in the same club, for Agent Monk, the civil servant lady who is also a part of the City Hall is obviously more important.
Stanford vaguely remembered what the civil servant lady from Innadri meant, and wisely kept his mouth shut... He didn't want to judge whether Charlie Rex was right or wrong in reusing the former prostitute, and he didn't want to discuss this topic with anyone.
"Logically, our undead friends shouldn't be able to threaten you, but you look like you're pretty frightened?" Agent Monk said half-jokingly.
Agent Stanford's mouth twitched again...
Undead friends... okay.
"I left here about an hour and a half ago and was going to go to the outer city area from South Street to see what was going on at the South City Gate." Agent Stanford said with a wry smile.
Agent Monk said "Oh" to show that he understood - it was indeed a bit unlucky to enter South Street at that time.
Agent Stanford smiled wryly and shook his head.
An hour and a half ago, Agent Stanford, who was running towards the south gate, ran into the National Guard who had just entered the inner city before leaving the central city. Before Agent Stanford could be surprised to find "one of their own", a large number of undead suddenly emerged, cheering and rushing towards the guard...
In front of him were the garrison and the undead army that had already started fighting, and behind him were countless undead that kept rushing over. Stanford, who was stuck in the battlefield, was really scared at the time - even though these undead would not attack him deliberately, swords have no eyes after all!
At the critical moment, the residents of the apartment building facing the street urgently opened the door and called the agents into the house to hide, thus avoiding disaster.
Next... Agent Stanford and several passers-by who were also helped by kind residents watched from the first scene with trepidation the heroic fighting style of the Tarantan Undead as they fought, robbed, and kidnapped...
The two old friends chatted and smoked for a while, then Agent Monk put away his pipe and stood up, smiling and saying to Stanford, "If nothing unexpected happens, we will be new colleagues starting tomorrow, Pearson. Although the City Hall will not require new employees to come to work early, I think you will not mind helping me do half a day's work for nothing... Of course, I will treat you to a sumptuous dinner later in return."
Agent Stanford knew that Monk wanted him to integrate into the "Innaderi system" as quickly as possible, so he bravely patted his chest.
No matter who the new overlord is, Agent Stanford needs this job in the Sheriff's Department to support his family - his children are all in private classes, and the weekly tuition is not a small amount.
Twenty minutes later, Agent Stanford arrived at the port area with a large group of agents and operators from Innadri.
The port area is one of the most chaotic neighborhoods among the five outer city districts. Half of the underground gangs in Duta City are based in the South City District, and the other half hang out here.
"You lead the way, Pearson, to where the gang members gather. Our undead friends should have achieved some results. Let's start cleaning up quickly before it's too late." Agent Monk said, moving his arms.
Agent Stanford: "...Huh?"
At the request of Agent Monk, although Agent Stanford was completely confused, he had no choice but to lead the gang to the fixed activity area of the gang members that he knew.
First, there is Garden Street.
Even in the port area, Garden Street is considered a pretty bad street; it is full of bars and pubs, as well as brothels, whorehouses, casinos, underground loan sharks, pawn shops and other gray industries. It is also a hotbed for fraud, robbery and theft.
Crossing the path and entering Garden Street, Agent Stanford was shocked on the spot...
The entire Garden Street is filled with dead souls.
When many agents and operators arrived, the undead were dragging people out of several stores with fancy neon signs.
On the ground, which was covered with sewage and garbage, there was an endless line of thugs with bruised faces and disheveled clothes.
The shops nearby were already quite quiet, having obviously been violently trampled by the undead; the shops in the distance seemed to be still struggling, with occasional curses, screams , and the sounds of doors or windows being broken.
“Let’s get started!”
Monk waved to Stanford and headed towards the nearest store.
The Innadelli agents and operators who followed seemed to be very familiar with this kind of scene, and they went into the narrow street-side buildings on their own.
Stanford wiped the sweat off his forehead and quickly followed his old friend Monk.
The first store on Garden Street was a pawn shop that looked like it was doing serious business.
But in fact, from employees to accountants and bosses, they are all gang members. They basically do not do business with individual customers, nor do they accept rags and quilts from poor people who pawn them. They only receive "regular customers" brought by prostitutes, prostitutes or casino thugs, and they accept everything from real estate to land to antiques and jewelry and even living people.
Monk walked into the store through the door that was broken by the undead, walked to the counter with ease, opened the drawer that had been turned over by the undead, took out the thick account book, put it in the file bag, and then went to the boss's office with ease, looking for the account book, the safe, and the correspondence...
While Agent Monk was preserving the evidence, Stanford, under the instruction of another agent, learned to count the prisoners captured by the Undead, load the gangsters who had been severely punished into the car , and take them to the prison in batches...
When they were counting an underground loan shark, Stanford, who followed Agent Monk in to familiarize himself with the process, was horrified to find that... there were several undead spirits prying open the door of the loan shark's basement.
Agent Monk pulled Stanford aside and kindly reminded his old friend: "When you work here, there is one thing you must remember, that is, don't compete with our undead friends for work. For example, when the undead are arresting people, we can watch the fun, but don't think about going up to help. Our undead friends will be unhappy and may even attack you in return."
Agent Stanford: “…”
"Of course, if you provide tools to the undead or give them a little assistance, there will be no problem." Agent Monk looked around, picked up a crowbar that someone had thrown in the corner of the tunnel, walked towards the undead who were still figuring out how to break the door, and handed it to them.
"Damn, I was so stupid. I should have looked for tools first. Fortunately, the NPC gave me a hint!" The player who was using the steel knife to pry the door slapped his head, took the crowbar, and squeezed it into the crack of the door.
Soon, the door of the basement was pried open, and several undead who had been blocked for a while rushed in excitedly, and screams like pigs being slaughtered were heard from inside...
Agent Stanford watched with a stiff face as the group of undead turned the man's nest upside down, looted all the gold, silver and jewelry, and tied up the people and carried them away...
After the undead left, Monk led Stanford in to collect evidence, and continued to explain to his old friend: "Besides not being able to easily interfere with what the undead are doing, spoils of war are also a big weakness for them. We tacitly allow them to plunder all the criminals they capture and the criminal dens they confiscate."
"...What would happen if someone acted carelessly and was misunderstood as trying to steal their spoils?" Stanford said.
Monk said calmly: "They will become their new captives and spoils of war."
Stanford: “…”
"Don't worry, if you accidentally become a prisoner or a trophy, your life won't be in danger. You will just suffer a little and lose face." Monk smiled, "All prisoners will be sent to us or wait for our people to receive them. Our undead friends will not deal with prisoners casually. They care about this more than we think."
Agent Stanford: “…”
He suddenly remembered that not long ago, when he was trapped in an apartment on South Street and forced to be a spectator of the battle in which the Undead Army annihilated the garrison, the Undead seemed to attach great importance to the ownership of the disarmed garrison soldiers, and they almost fought over a captured officer...
Agent Stanford had very complicated feelings - how to put it, these undead always gave him a feeling that they were very dangerous and cruel, but also not so dangerous and cruel.
More than a hundred agents and operators worked for nearly two hours before they finally cleaned up the battlefield on Garden Street.
Agent Monk arranged for the last batch of gang members to be sent away, and ordered the entire Garden Street to be closed off and no one was allowed to enter or leave. He then led Stanford to run non-stop to gather the cleaners, cooks, errand runners, waitresses, prostitutes, and prostitutes who were not regarded as prisoners by the undead and placed them in two better-preserved bars.
Finally finishing this street, Agent Monk panted and wiped the sweat off his face and said, "Okay, Ms. Mia will come to take over the people here, let's move on to the next one."
Stanford looked through the list of prisoners and frowned, "There are more than just these thugs active on this street. It seems that quite a few have escaped... Should we leave some people here?"
"It's not so easy for anyone to escape once they're targeted by our undead friends." Agent Monk laughed.
Stanford looked at Monk in confusion. These gang members were at least locals. When they hid intentionally, it was not easy for even local detectives like them to catch them. So where did Monk's excessive confidence in the undead come from?
When they arrived at Iron Nail Street, another street in the port area known for its hustle and bustle, Stanford finally understood where Monk's confidence came from...
As soon as the team of operators entered Tieding Street, they saw dock workers who had just finished work everywhere on the street.
Tienai Street is the commercial street in the sailor district, filled with various hotels, taverns, low-end restaurants, and roadside stalls that cater to out-of-town guests. Because it is very close to the pier , there are also various shops selling second-hand ship parts, shops selling second-hand weapons and equipment, blacksmith shops, leather shops, fishing gear shops, etc.
There were many undead appearing on this street, but it did not cause panic... Word of what happened in the central city had spread here, and the locals knew that Dutata City would become the same as Innadli City in the future; although there was some vague rejection and dissatisfaction, most people were still able to remain emotionally stable.
The undead moving in groups did not show any aggression towards passers-by. They just made a strange gesture that seemed like snapping their fingers and gestured to passers-by in an impolite manner.
Stanford had seen the undead making the same gesture towards him, and was about to ask Monk what they were doing, when he saw... a group of undead who had just passed by them, several of whom suddenly rushed into a tavern at lightning speed and like a whirlwind.
There were short screams and the sound of tables and chairs colliding in the tavern.
Some drinkers were frightened and hurriedly ran out of the tavern; but the undead blocking the door of the tavern ignored these people and even casually made way for the drinkers when they passed by.
Soon, several undead that rushed into the tavern dragged two people out happily; they joined their companions and carried the people to the operator team neatly...
Agent Stanford stared in amazement as Agent Monk accepted the two men as if it was normal. He said a few words to the undead, and the undead turned around and left, continuing to gesture to passers-by...
After the group of undead walked a little further away, Stanford couldn't help but look at the two people who were caught on the spot.
Both of them wore inconspicuous small hats, and the quality of their clothes looked like that of ordinary workers, but they were obviously stronger than ordinary workers , with rosy faces and plump cheeks, and their daily lives were obviously much more affluent than those workers with low incomes.
Stanford looked up at Monk stiffly.
Monk had the two dejected guys carried to the carriage and smiled at Stanford. "Our undead friends have special ways of identifying identities. When it comes to searching and arresting people, there is no one better than the undead."
Stanford: “…”
