The sky is dark.

The little wind was whizzing.

Several nearby streets are very deserted.

Several wild cats and dogs rushed over from the street corner tremblingly.

Outside the main entrance of Miller's mansion, a small team of policemen were wrapped in thick coats, with a gloomy face, carrying a whip wrapped in steel wire, standing in the shelter on the street, staring at a team of unlucky guys working hard on the street with bad eyes.

"The bastard of the city hall!" The police could be heard vaguely cursing.

They are prison guards in a detention center in the imperial capital, and those unlucky guys who are slowly clearing the snow on the streets are gangsters who are temporarily detained in the detention center, or some other crimes are not serious and are just temporarily detained for a few days.

Originally, the city hall should have allocated funds to hire municipal workers to handle the matter.

He was really caught in evil. God knows who was full and idle. He was so imaginative that he proposed a proposal to "save taxes paid by taxpayers, save municipal operating costs, and make more efficient use of idle social resources" in the city hall.

The official in charge of financial expenditure of the city hall immediately responded to the big man's suggestion and deducted funds for cleaning up the snow in the street.

Without wages, municipal workers certainly skip their hands and stop working.

The prisoners detained in the imperial capital detention center were taken to the streets by the prison guards to clear the snow in the cold wind.

After all, this is an unprecedented thing. No place in the empire has done such a thing before.

So, the big guys in the city hall are a little shy and cautious.

They did not dare to let the prisoners go out in broad daylight, but when it became dark, they concealed the prison guards to escort teams of prisoners separately and take various tools to work on the street.

"The municipal funding has been saved... How do we calculate our overtime pay?" A tall prison guard cursed in a low voice: "At this time, we should have been drinking hot coffee comfortably in the duty room, reading newspapers, or playing a few cards, and easily spending the whole night..."

"But now, we are eating cold air on the street...hey, are there no overtime pay?"

The tall prison guard stomped his feet hard.

"Should there be?" The prison guards, who were relatively short and smarter than their colleagues, shivered with their hands behind their backs and their bodies trembled slightly: "I heard that some of the funds saved from those municipal workers will be paid to the Prison Administration of the Ministry of Police... We should have an overtime pay."

The short prison guard curled his lips at the weak prisoners: "The wool comes from the sheep, and these guys don't have to give them a son to work!"

The dozen prison guards who got together immediately smiled happily.

"Okay, anyway, the duty room is idle... It's great if you can get overtime pay." The tall prison guard who first started complaining laughed giggling and waved the whip in his hand proudly: "Well, if the overtime pay is high enough? During the New Year? Maybe I can get a bear-skin coat for the old guy at home!"

He spitted heavily on the ground? He muttered in a complicated tone: "Ha, that old guy? I always say that I am a policeman and I am embarrassed for this old man... Humph? His old cold legs frozen in the Lulai Plain... Tsk? Well, I'm almost saving enough money if I have this overtime pay."

The prison guards spoke one after another, hoping that this unexpected overtime pay would be available? How much would it be? After getting the money, they would use the money to buy something and do something.

An exquisite four-wheeled carriage slowly drove past these prison guards.

In the warmth of spring, Mia and the Mik sisters in thin skirts were looking through the gaps in the curtains? Smilingly looking at the police outside who were huddled in the shelter on the street, chatting tremblingly.

"The humble guy... a little bit of insignificant sweetness? It can make them feel happy and warm." Mia shook her head gently.

"Happiness and warmth? I hate these things... Haha, I'm not happy to see their smiles. I really want to destroy the things that make them smile... The luster emitted by the souls of these black-skinned dogs is really disgusting." Mick narrowed his eyes? He issued a vicious curse.

"Then? Then, it'll be better to destroy them at that time." Mia shook her snow-white, slender and tender little hands indifferently: "Let their happiness break? Let their souls fall and let them become believers of our Lord... Isn't this a very simple thing?"

"These mortals are powerless to fight against us... aren't they? Dear Mechan!" Mia smiled and looked at Mechan, who was crawling on the floor of the carriage, with a metal dog ring around her neck, and a thin iron chain connected to it.

Miken, a top student in the mechanical processing department of Second Institute of Technology, who was once sunny and cheerful and energetic, has now become a completely different person... Even his current state is hard to tell whether he is still a pure ‘person’!

He lay on the ground like a tamed evil dog.

He was wearing only a thin single dress. Through the white, almost transparent silk fabric, he could see the knots and raised muscle lumps on his body, like a wild beast.

His face was twisted, and more than a dozen blue veins on his forehead were raised, and his high raised eyes were dull and turbid. What was most shocking was that his eyes were in a strange triangle!

The triangular eyes flashed with dark purple light. Looking carefully, there were fine twisted runes attached to the three corners of his eyes. These bug-like runes were squirming and flickering, constantly emitting a feeling of depression that made people feel like sewage in the sewage, almost suffocating.

"Miken, my dear Miken, what a perfect masterpiece you are." Mia kicked Miken's chin with her toes: "Hehe, these days, you have performed very well, very well... Those pure little girls, but because of you, they are all in an irreversible depravity."

"You have to work harder... Hey, after midnight, there are a group of pure and cute little girls, and they want you to deal with it... When their souls are corroded and completely subsided, our arrangement will be almost complete."

"I'm already, can't wait to see the wonderful scene of Fort Heidra after our plan started!"

"That's sure, very interesting, isn't it?"

Mia smiled brightly.

Mick smiled brightly, too.

With the sisters' evil and bright smiles, the four-wheeled carriage came straight to the front of the main entrance of Miller's house.

The door of the carriage opened quietly, and Mia took the thin chain and pulled Maiken out of the carriage. Mike sang softly and jumped out of the carriage happily.

On the main entrance of Miller's house, several seals from the Supervision Department were posted everywhere. Mick tilted his head, walked to the front door briskly, and blew it out in one breath. These seals seemed to have suddenly experienced hundreds of years of baptism, and instantly turned into ashes.

With a 'click', the door bolt as thick as the arm of the metal door was also rusting and corroding rapidly. After a breath, such a thick metal door bolt turned into the rust residue of the big bunch.

Mick smiled and gently pushed open the door.

Mia pulled her expression and Mican walked into the door with a dull look, and saliva flowing from the corners of her mouth.

Behind them, they were sitting in the coachman's seat, over seven feet tall, dark skin, and the short hair on their heads dyed into a miserable white black man grinned and shook his whip gently. The two horses pulling the cart sniffed, and a few faint sparks spurted out of their nostrils. They took the cart into the door obediently.

Mik stayed behind, she looked at both ends of the street outside the door, smiled, and closed the door gently.

Her fingers swayed gently, and had corroded and decayed, and the wreckage of the door bolt that had turned into iron slag and flew lightly. A purple-black viscous breath oozed out from the air. These viscous and glue-like breaths quickly merged with the iron slag, and melted into a strange paste object in just a few seconds.

Mick gently patted the ball of paste on the door, which hardened rapidly and sealed the door firmly.

"Okay, Mik, don't be so careful. The prey we like cannot escape." Mia turned around and smiled at her sister: "It's like a game of cats catching mice. If they are obedient, we can make them our gangsters... If they are disobedient, then there are a few more sacrifices tonight."

Mick gently touched her rosy lips with her fingers, and she chuckled, "I believe they will make a wise choice... Hey, that big bald man looks very majestic. Can I enjoy him first?"

Mia's face turned slightly darker: "Oh, no, Mik, I am my sister, we should follow the rules, good prey, I will use the first bite first... You must be behind me unless..."

'boom'!

Mia, Mik and others had approached the main building of the house, and they had walked outside the main building gate.

A gunshot suddenly came from the lobby on the first floor.

Because of the rapid changes in the temperature in the main building before, all the window glasses were cracked, large and small. So the gunshot was heard through these cracks, which was very loud and crisp.

Because of the cold winter and the cold wind, the nearby blocks are empty and there are no people.

The gunshots were heard so easily along the wind...

In the shelter on the street outside, the prison guards who were tremblingly discussing overtime pay subconsciously dropped the whip in their hands and pulled out the baton hanging around their waists.

"Gunshot?" A prison guard asked his colleagues blankly.

"The whistle... blow the whistle... call brothers here..." The tall man was thinking about buying a bearskin coat with overtime pay, and the prison guard yelled: "Damn, we don't have guns..."

They are just prison guards in ordinary detention centers, and they only deal with some thugs and thieves on weekdays. They are not armed prison guards in prisons, and they have not issued any firearms.

But when the gunshots were heard, the prison guards looked at each other. They took out the whistle and blew the whistle with all their might, while strode towards the Miller's mansion not far away.
Chapter completed!