She is a natural disaster.

Chapter 24 Waiting for a Pig to Fall into a Trap

The night is alluring, and the swaying wine glasses in the new city always exude a decadent charm.

Anastasia walked down the street, not in a hurry to leave, but lingering and patrolling near the police station.

She was waiting, waiting for good luck to come her way, waiting for that senior detective named Le Bon Dupont to walk right into her trap. This was the police station, a perfect place to wait and wait.

As Anastasia walked, she suddenly stopped. The violent impulses within her were stirring, and she could smell a faint scent of blood in the air.

Anastasia thought for a moment, then started walking towards the source of the bloody smell.

This is a new town with relatively good public security. It's also near a police station, and it's not dark yet, so why is there a faint smell of blood in the air?

After walking a short distance, Anastasia turned into a small alley, the back alley of a restaurant where food waste was piled up, and it was rarely visited by anyone.

In the back alley of the restaurant, Anastasia saw a young boy, a boy who was seriously injured.

The boy, dressed as a waiter, leaned limply against the corner of the wall. His head was gaping open, blood gushing out. He seemed unable to lift his arms, and his legs appeared to be broken, blood soaking his trousers.

Anastasia stepped forward. The boy, who was leaning against the corner of the wall, did not respond to the clear footsteps; his consciousness had already faded.

The boy is not dead yet, but his injuries are severe. If he does not receive timely treatment and his injuries continue to worsen, he will die.

Anastasia turned and left, walking out of the alley behind the restaurant and back into the bright streetlights.

Just then, someone walked out of the restaurant.

The man was so fat that he looked like a pig standing up, and with each step he took, the fat on his face jiggled.

Anastasia recognized Le Bon Dupont at a glance; he was so easy to spot, his pig-like physique made him impossible to mistake.

Good fortune indeed came; guarding the police station like a tree stump, they finally saw a fat pig run into them.

When Anastasia finally caught her prey, she didn't rush after her. Instead, she stood under a streetlamp, lit a cigarette, and patiently waited for it to burn out.

Soon, the cigarette will burn down to the butt.

Anastasia flicked the cigarette butt into the back alley of the restaurant, where it landed precisely on the garbage heap.

"Help! Help! There's a fire in this alley! The garbage is burning! Help!"

Anastasia shouted loudly, and although the back alley had not yet caught fire and no smoke had risen, the people on the street were still startled.

Taking advantage of the commotion among the pedestrians on the street, Anastasia headed in the direction Dupont had left. As for the boy lying seriously injured in the back alley, that would depend on whether someone rushed into the alley to put out the fire.

Le Bon Dupont, walking down the street, was suspicious. Had he just heard someone shouting for help to put out a fire?

First, there was that damned Transcendence pointing a gun at his head, then he heard someone shouting for help to put out a fire. Tonight has been absolutely terrible.

The news spread like wildfire, and the pedestrians on the street became increasingly panicked, with more and more people shouting for help, even though they couldn't see where the fire was.

LeBon Dupont didn't turn back, but walked straight ahead. He wanted to get back to the police station as soon as possible, pass on the Overlord's warning to the section chief, and then find a place to vent his anger.

Dupont's goal was very clear: he wanted to find a blonde, blue-eyed woman who would wear clothes similar to that damned Superman, and it would be even better if she looked somewhat similar to him.

Just then, Le Bon Dupont saw someone blocking his way.

She was a woman who looked very young, with a sweet oval face and delicate, lively, curved eyebrows and eyes.

"Inspector LeBon Topon?"

Before Le Bon Dupont could react, everything went black, and he lost consciousness.

Dupont's huge and obese body did not collapse. Anastasia stepped forward, her slightly thin shoulders supporting Dupont, and half-carried and half-lifted him away.

Most of the other pedestrians on the street did not notice this scene. The fire that was taking place not far away was obviously more attractive. Even if someone occasionally saw Anastasia and Dupont, they did not suspect anything and just thought that it was a prostitute helping her drunk sugar daddy.

Le Bon Dupont, who had fainted, had his head drooping, and most of the pedestrians on the street could not see his face clearly. His huge and fat body was pressing down on Anastasia's shoulders, making her look even smaller, and his lowered head hid his appearance very well.

And so, the petite prostitute and her drunken sugar daddy disappeared down the street.

Concerned citizens who rushed into the back alley to put out the fire discovered a smoldering pile of garbage and a seriously injured boy lying in the alley. Some extinguished the weak flames, while others hurriedly took the poor boy to the hospital.

In the brightly lit Upper East Side Police Station, the high-ranking head of the Operations Division did not leave his office. He was still waiting for his trusted lieutenant, Le Bon Dupon, who had important matters to report.

The head of the operations department naturally couldn't wait for Le Bon Dupont, because he had already been forced to leave the new city.

When Le Bon Dupont awoke from his unconsciousness, he was horrified to find himself in the river. He frantically waved his fat, thick arms, trying to avoid his tragic fate of drowning.

"Help—help! Help—help—"

The more Le Bon Dupont waved his arms, the faster he sank, as if a hand was pulling him down from underwater.

Just after Du Pang had drunk his fill of water, a long pole appeared in front of him, and Du Pang grabbed it tightly as if it were a lifeline.

Anastasia, at the other end of the long pole, dragged Dupont ashore. The fat detective couldn't die yet; he was still useful.

Having escaped death, Le Bon Dupon knelt on the bank, vomiting river water mouthful after mouthful until he could vomit nothing more. Dupon then rolled over and lay on his back on the damp earth.

Wait!

Before the fear of drowning had subsided, an even greater panic gripped Le Bon Dupont's mind.

He walked out of the restaurant and onto his way back to the police station... He heard someone shouting for help to put out a fire, and then he saw someone blocking his way...

LeBon Dupont was startled. Gloria was a network of waterways, with tributaries of the Kilupa River flowing throughout the city, but there was no river near the Upper Town Police Station, not even a man-made canal!

There were no rivers or man-made canals, so how did he drown?

As he pieced together his memories before losing consciousness, Le Bon Dupont suddenly remembered the last woman he saw.

Du Pang suddenly rolled over and got up from the damp ground. He saw the woman with the sweet oval face standing not far from him.

"Detective Dupont, nice to meet you. I'm Anastasia Angel. Does that name ring a bell?"

LeBon Dupont recognized the name; how could someone who wanted to deal with Mike Montague not know who was around him?

"It seems you know my name, Inspector Dupont," Anastasia said. "That's good; it saves me the time of introducing myself."

"What do you want to do?" Du Pang asked. "Do you know what the charge is for assaulting a detective?"

After overcoming his initial panic, Le Bon Dupont gradually calmed down and began to analyze Anastasia's purpose and whether he could defeat the woman who had attacked him.

From a gender perspective, Inspector Du Pang has a clear advantage, as women are generally weaker and less resistant to blows than men.

In terms of physique, Inspector Du Pang also has a significant advantage. Although he is very fat and not very agile, he can sit on a petite woman and kill her with one stomp.

In this round, the advantage lies with Le Bon Dupont!

However, Le Bon Dupont did not rush in recklessly; no one who can reach the rank of senior detective is a fool.

Anastasia could knock him unconscious in the bustling street and take him to the riverbank; if Dupont didn't use his ass to think, he would have noticed something was amiss.

LeBon Dupont cursed inwardly, "How come it's another damned Transcendent? In just one dinner, I've run into two damned Transcendents in a row. Where did Gloria get so many damned bastards!"

"Assaulting or kidnapping a police detective is a serious crime, and even Montagu can't protect you!"

As Le Bon Dupont spoke, he observed his surroundings to determine where he was and how to escape danger.

The more Du Pang observed his surroundings, the more uncertain he felt. The bank where he was standing was overgrown with weeds and piled with garbage. The abandoned buildings not far away were old, dilapidated, gloomy, and ominous.

To make matters worse, the side of the river where he was was pitch black, while the opposite bank was brightly lit and glittering.

"Inspector Dupont is mistaken. It is I who am protecting Montague, not the other way around," Anastasia said. "Welcome to the Old City, Inspector."

Upon hearing this, Le Bon Dupont shuddered. The lawless old town was the last place the detectives of the new town wanted to set foot in.

In the new town, detectives can live a carefree life, and senior detectives can be above everyone else.

Even if Le Bon Dupont beat that poor waiter to death on the spot tonight, he wouldn't be in any trouble. No one would bother a high-ranking detective for the worthless life of a waiter.

In the old city, being a detective is an extremely dangerous job.

If the detectives in the old city want to live a carefree life and be superior to others, they have to be more ruthless and vicious than those lawless gangs.

The survival rules of the old city are simple: the winner takes all, and the loser sinks into the sea to feed the fish. If the old city were a flower, its flower language would surely be "accepting the consequences of one's gamble."

"Detective Du Pang, you look somewhat frightened. What are you afraid of?"

Anastasia slowly approached and continued, "Didn't you just say that assaulting or kidnapping a detective is a serious crime?"

Faced with Anastasia's relentless approach, Le Bon Dupont could only retreat step by step, from the overgrown riverbank into the knee-deep water.

"What do you want from me?" Dupont asked, his voice trembling. "Is it money?"

"You should indeed pay some money, but that money isn't for me," Anastasia said. "You seriously injured someone at the restaurant tonight, didn't you?"