After the team of the Yishui Bureau left, Hongya Town carried out martial law in accordance with the plan. All the police station dispatched and an additional batch of temporary guard teams were organized.

At noon today, the town government issued a temporary curfew law. In order to ensure the safety of residents, everyone is not allowed to leave the house after 9 pm.

This is for the indigenous people of Hongya Town.

When Donald came, the people who moved from outside the town to the town were concentrated in the auditorium in Hongya Town where festivals were held and other nearby buildings with enough open spaces were implemented to implement centralized management.

This has caused some confusion, but the government also assured the public that this state is only a short-term emergency measure, and when the problem is solved, they can return and return to their daily lives.

"Tonight's patrol team is a team of 5 people. If you find a monster entering the town, don't hesitate and shoot! You should have got all the special ammunition issued before, right?"

The police chief of Red Cliff Town was holding his stomach and ordered the next action plan at the police station door, which was actually what Horn Shelley told him before leaving.

"Sheriff, each of us has only 10 special bullets. Is it enough?"

The so-called special bullets are actually Holy Water bullets. Pence brought enough volumes and did not take them all away, but left a part for the guards in the town to defend themselves.

"You have 20 people here, each with 10 rounds is 200 rounds, which is enough. Those monsters are still one mile away from Hongya Town, and those gentlemen have already gone to clean up them. Even if there are any leaks, they can only be one or two. One person and one shot can make them into sieves. We are not going to fight against those monsters, but just guarding them. Can't we even do such a small thing well?"

As the highest commander of the Hongya Town police, others may not know it, but he knew the strength of those people just now, and the sheriff believed that they would solve the trouble.

He even believed that the current defenses were just a formality, and no monsters would come to the town at all.

Therefore, after a few simple words, the remaining police officers were asked to prepare for the rest, and he was preparing to go home and have a good sleep.

"Sheriff, Mr. Dalle is looking for you."

Someone stopped him when the sheriff left, and he was a middle-aged man with most of the housekeeper.

"Mr. Dale? What did he ask me for...? I'm very busy and don't have time to attend private banquets. The few of the lords who came to Demingham were working!"

The sheriff looked diligent and thought that he would go to the front line to participate in the patrol work if he didn't know.

"Not delaying your time, Mr. Dalle is waiting for you in the carriage there."

The butler did not move out of the way, but made a gesture to the other side of the street, where a luxurious carriage was parked, and two tall horses were sniffing in front.

He pulled the hem of his clothes and belt, unbuttoned the top button of the shirt at the collar, and the sheriff went over and entered the carriage directly, and the butler was guarding outside.

There was a conversation in the carriage, and the tone was fluctuating. Someone from Russia asked loudly, and soon calmed down and turned into whispers.

The butler always stood a few meters away, and some words could be heard, while others could not be heard.

When the sheriff got out of the carriage, the butler said goodbye and drove away without hesitation.

"Bah! The rotten maggots also have to pretend to be gentlemen, it's really disgusting!"

Looking at the departing vehicle, the sheriff spitted on the ground and said indignantly.

This emotion continued until he returned home and saw his wife. Not only did he not disappear, but his expression became more gloomy.

"What's wrong, is the case very tricky?"

He kneaded his husband's shoulders and took off his coat.

"Oh~ It's good if the case is just a difficult case. If those people are there, no matter how difficult it is, I won't blame it on my head. That's it... Forget it, is there any broth at noon? I'm hungry."

The caring wife can always make men put their guard down. The sheriff sat on the cushioned chair, picked up a piece of bread on the table and stuffed it to the nearest, touched his wife's palm and said.

"Yes, I'll go and heat it up for you. Do you want to roast two sausages? I know you like it the most."

"Yeah, go."

Looking at his wife's back, the sheriff's mood became much more relaxed.

Life is still beautiful, isn't it?

Yeah?

"ah!"

The scream came after his wife entered the kitchen. The sheriff bounced from the chair like a needle, grabbed the gun on his waist and rushed into the kitchen.

"What's wrong? Ma Lin, what happened?"

The sheriff kicked open the kitchen door and saw his wife huddling beside the door trembling.

"Cecil, over there... over there!"

Looking in the direction of his wife's finger, a masked head lies in a pool of blood on the edge of the boiler, and the flesh and blood are turned out in the cross section of the wound on the neck.

The stimulation of electricity on his back was so that the sheriff felt his whole face numb. He had been in the position of the Sheriff of Hongya Town for so long, and he was far away from the frontline case, no longer as calm as he was when facing the body.

"Ma Lin, don't be afraid. Get out of the kitchen quickly and go to the living room to call the police and ask them to send someone over quickly, hurry up!"

The sheriff held the gun in both hands and approached the head. He was vaguely familiar with the mask on the head, but he couldn't recall it because of the sudden fright, so he could only ask his wife to call the police first.

The police station should have a dedicated person working as an operator now, and there are also reserve teams ready to support areas where problems arise.

"Cecil, be careful."

Ma Lin reluctantly bent and ran out of the kitchen.

Cecil swallowed, staring at the darkness outside the kitchen window, which was wide open.

Someone threw the head into his home, and he vowed that if he caught the prisoner, he would definitely let the other party know how stupid it would be to provoke him, the sheriff of Hongya Town.

The sheriff's footsteps were retreating. He was not an ordinary person with inexperienced. This head represents intimidation. When he went up and lifted the mask at this time, it was equivalent to cooperating with the other party to scare him. Since the other party threw the head in, it means that the prisoner was probably still outside the window, and it was a wrong way to approach him rashly.

He is the sheriff, he is professional.

"Ma Lin, has the phone been connected? Ma Lin? Answer me, has the phone been connected?"

Cecil was on guard against the window, facing away from the living room outside the kitchen, and he had to make sure that the prisoner would not rush through the window while he turned back.

He asked his wife how long it would take for the reserve team to arrive at his house.

However, no one answered him...

In the living room behind Cecil, Ma Lin was kneeling on the ground, her hands holding the phone were hanging aside, and a black shadow stood behind her.

"Fuck! Shit! I'm going to kill you!"

Cecil felt it, he held up his gun and slowly turned around, and saw a sharp short knife smearing his wife's neck, which shocked and angry.

"Sheriff! Sheriff! Something happened! A monster has come up in the town..."

There was an anxious report from the policeman in the receiver, but the sheriff's gaze was frozen on the face of the man opposite. It was a mask, very familiar.

That was his mask.

**

In the Red Cliff Cemetery, the battle continued, and more than a dozen undead creatures launched a fierce attack on Donald and others. This was an inevitable battle.

Double casting·Bigby attack palm!

The invisible stance of the big hands directly rushed forward to the undead creatures rushing up from both sides, preventing them from getting closer to him and Stephanie.

"Stefanie, it's up to you."

The battle became fierce, and Donald and Stephanie stood behind their backs, their tone suddenly elevated, attracting the attention of several people around.

Stephanie held a gun in one hand, facing the undead creature who had climbed up from the ground and continued to rush towards this side. Her face was pale, her legs were even trembling. She barely leaned against Donald to support her back to stand firm. When she heard Donald's words, she barely took out a strange object from the inner pocket of her windbreaker.

"Come out, my pets!"

As she shouted, two runes on the strange object suddenly lit up. A ferocious toad more than one person jumped up in the air, trampled an undead creature under her feet, spit out her tongue, wrapped it up and hit another undead creature.

A mole monster with a very long claw and a half-human height rushed into the undead creatures, swung out sharp claws in his hands, and his broken limbs and broken arms flew everywhere.

"Sterfanie, well done, with such a powerful pet, summon it out soon."

Susanna was coiled around her, and she bit off the body of an undead creature in one bite. As a summoner, she could naturally see the power of these two summoned objects.

That's right, Donald's way of dealing with it was to lend his bone spirit plate to Stephanie.

As a wizard, Donald himself has enough magic damage to show his abilities. The Bone Spirit Pan can only be said to be an icing on the cake, but for Stephanie, this is something that can be used as his own combat power.

As long as the bone spirit plate is within a certain range, then Donald can control it no matter who it is in. The summoned sonic toad and the dragon-headed mole still listen to his orders. What the others saw was that Stephanie summoned two monsters to kill all sides. In fact, what she did was just shouting, and the rest was controlled by Donald.

"I can't control them well now, I can only issue simple commands."

In the face of Susanna's problem, the way to deal with it was to think of it long ago. Donald's idea was naturally impossible to synchronize with Stephanie, so he simply used the inability to perfectly control to make excuses.

After all, he is a newcomer. Having two powerful summoning objects is already a very good ability. You can't ask for anything too much.

"Do a good job, keep your body steady, don't be afraid, these undead creatures are just defeated by your men."

Donald helped Stephanie build confidence, watching the rapidly decreasing number of undead creatures, decisively activate the spiritual vision, and he wanted to find the root cause of this situation.
Chapter completed!