One piece of information after another came in, Zhu Yunshen’s brows furrowed tightly, wondering how there could be an assassin of this caliber.
The bullet speed was indeed too fast, everyone at the scene hadn’t reacted.
"The prototype of the bullet has been found, the Nightcrawler, Supergravity Field..." a subordinate reported, holding a virtual projection, yet also puzzled.
"This bullet is indeed formidable, but its propulsion isn’t as strong, mainly because its main structure is focused on the internal Supergravity Field mechanism."
"Commissioner Fu had a superspeed reaction barrier, theoretically, he shouldn’t have been unable to react."
"Could it be the weapon that fired it?" Zhu Yunshen countered.
The on-site analyst shook his head: "No, this kind of bullet, upon hitting the target, would detonate a Supergravity Field, thus it can’t withstand any significant impact, firing from a weapon wouldn’t provide much propulsion."
"Minister, General Ren Cangsong has arrived." A city guard hurriedly ran in to report.
Zhu Yunshen finally seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, as if he had found his backer.
Following that, a group strode in, swift and decisive, the one at the head white-haired and solemn, exuding an aura of authority.
"General Ren Cangsong." The people at the scene also breathed a sigh of relief.
This one was a Class B Life Form, with him around, it should be safe.
Ren Cangsong looked around, his gaze landing on the meatball, his expression visibly darkened: "Good, less than three hours away from this commissioner’s inauguration ceremony, and he was killed, it’s a blatant provocation."
"General, here are the current clues summarized." Zhu Yunshen handed over a document.
Ren Cangsong looked down, reading line by line, his face turning ashen.
"...Can’t find the bullet trajectory based on the deduction?" Ren Cangsong suddenly looked up, his voice grave, "How are you city guards doing your job!?"
"This..." Zhu Yunshen looked troubled.
"Forget it, let my people handle it, hand over all the data." Ren Cangsong waved his hand, city guards exchanged looks, their faces not looking good.
Zhu Yunshen was helpless.
Ren Cangsong looked around and said, "Everyone, rest assured, I will conduct a preliminary investigation, know the general situation, and then I will let you all leave."
Time trickled by second by second, Ren Cangsong seemed to notice something, walked to the corner.
"You’re here too?" His voice slightly surprised.
"General." Luo Chuan nodded.
"What’s wrong with him?" Ren Cangsong then noticed the pale-faced, almost speechless Li Ming.
"There was an accident, genetic mutation." Luo Chuan explained, unflinchingly.
Ren Cangsong nodded, "Have someone check him out later."
A moment later, someone from Ren Cangsong’s team came forward, whispering a few words.
The originally calm Ren Cangsong suddenly changed, shouting, "You couldn’t find the bullet trajectory either!?"
Upon hearing this, the gathered senior city guards exchanged a smile, then quickly composed themselves.
"How could you not find the bullet trajectory, could it be that this bullet appeared out of thin air!"
Ren Cangsong’s subordinate reluctantly explained, "There’s no hole in the wall, no holes on any part of the wall, the glass isn’t broken, unless the bullet was fired from within the villa."
A few moments later, Li Ming finally regained some strength to speak, still dizzy and disoriented.
This drain was too great, it had completely drained me, he felt a chill of fear; had he been further away, wouldn’t it have killed him?
"This... what’s this?" He struggled to utter a few words, looking towards what turned into a meatball, "What is that thing?"
Luo Chuan’s expression turned strange instantly, "That’s... Fu Zongchen."
"Wha... what?" Li Ming’s pale face showed shock, astonishment, and a quickly disappearing hint of a smile.