Chief Inspector Morgan, on the other side of the phone, instantly gripped his phone hard with trembling hands.

Scotland Yard Level 54!

Kidnapping, attempted murder/murder, assassins, and several other highlighted points.

Charges.

~Pang!

Morgan slammed his phone back onto the receiver before standing up abruptly and calling all available units and forces now.

"This is an order, Sergeant Hickims! Get all units close to La Vie Motel, Harrison street, to search the entire building, as well as seal off the attacked room as quick as possible!" Morgan said forcefully, almost spitting hard in the process, as Hickims on the other side responded: "What you hell do I mean? Now you listen here Hickims, I don't care if you have to gather the entire police force to search the entire city for more suspects, as well as search the motel. The culprits caught by 001 weren't acting alone. So find them, or it'll be your ass!"

~Pang!

Morgan dropped the phone back in anger again.

Blast it!

Morgan's hair was flying all over as he paced across his desk with his hands over his waist anxiously 

He was the Chief Inspector and had a lot of paperwork and several other things that he overlooked.

He was also the department head for Forensics too. So these days, with several inspectors in the field, he always left other matters to them and sat behind his desk to do other important issues, as well as answer the press or several questions about security if need be.

Speaking of the Press, if they find out about today, they'll have a field day about this.

But there was just no way to mask it.

They had to scout the entire city, as massive as it was for the other members.

With how large the Capital city was, being a combination of several cities, villages and towns, scouting such a lace would've been a hassle to many.

But luckily, right from the get-go, when the Police forces were established, his majesty had ensured that within every district, there would be a police branch there too.

Additionally, with the patrol vehicles out, the patrol units had their designated patrol areas to drive around or sit dock while observing any criminal activities.

In short, Baymard was very much covered.

And around the street where the motel was located, of course there would be a particular patrol unit on the job.

But they couldn't possibly send one.

So other nearby patrol units would have to move in too, precisely, G.S-patrol 143 to 156.

G.S-Patrol there meant District G, street patrol.

And while the street patrol would arrive the fastest, the central units for the job would also get dispatched from the branch offices, as well as the main office too.

In short, this case was big.

And from what 001 said, there were hostages involved in the matter.

Luckily, no hostages died, or it would've been disastrous news when reported on the news.

That's right.

They had no right to block or distort the news in any way.

So of course it would be appropriately discussed.

Their problem was that they wanted to be the ones releasing the news and not the press coming up with their 'stories.'

Those press people could be brutal when they wanted to. So the faster they close this case and settle everything, the faster they could make arrangements and report the matter themselves.

Once again, they had to assure the citizens that no enemy could shake Baymard.

People wanted security. And once they start feeling overly threatened, then things would take a very nasty turn instead.

Thus, they had to continue giving positive results, washing away any negative or future negative impacts instead.

Once someone got disappointed too often, they wouldn't take them, the police seriously again.

And this was what they never wanted to happen.

Sure... Maybe in hundreds or thousands of years well into the torture, it would happen, but not on their reign. Not when the reborn Baymard was still so young and fresh, being just 5 years old. 

This was the time to have the best results since the rest of the world was clueless about them, and they had all the advantages against their enemies now. So if they lost, wouldn't history or those looking into the past feel it a shame?

Morgan's entire body quivered deeply while thinking of everything that 001 relayed back to him.

Scotland Yard 54! Scotland Yard 54!

No. He didn't feel secure leaving things to others. As a Chief Inspector, his skills were not to be questioned.

So why doesn't he just go too?

Yeah! Yeah! He should go!

With that, Morgan hastily closed the folders on his desk and locked the most confidential ones in the drawer.

From there, he dashed across his massive office and hurriedly, before stopping abruptly and looking at his secretary.

"Cancel all appointments and get my kit. I'm going in!"

(*^*)

....

~Weeoo! Weeoo! Weeoo!

Like so, countless police vehicles dashed out of the police station within every district, adding more backup to the patrol vehicles already roaming about.

And those close to the motel hastily arrived at the scene, jumped out and had already pulled out their badges.

From talking to the surprise motel guests, as well as seeing the hostages, who were now sweaty and shaken after being tied up by those psychos, to sealing up the specific room with tape, everything was being done.

The police officers held their notepads taking down any statements, and even the ambulance came over to treat some of the staff hostages that the women injured, as well as take the dead body of the fallen assassin.

During the process of kidnapping, the hostages suffered from punches, broken bones and even knife stabs.

In short, they needed medical attention urgently.

Some had blankets aced over them as they began shivering and retelling their tales.

"O-officer, it was crazy in there! These tourists just caught us for no reason, and wanted to cut our lower parts away! That's what they kept saying for the past hour!"

The officer nodded while taking things down: "So they caught you all but didn't bother to ask for any information on Baymard?"

"No, officer. They didn't. They just began torturing and hitting us for no reason, as if we owed them something."

The officer squinted his eyes deeply: "But, do you owe them?"

The man shook his head in denial: "No way, officer! This is my first time seeing them. So how can I owe them? Plus, even though they can speak Pyron, they also spoke in a different language that I wasn't familiar with."

"Hmmm."

"_"

The statements of the witnesses were taken down, leaving the officers even more confused.

So these women were just going around attacking men for no reason?

They had the chance to capture female staff members but chose the men instead.

Or could it be that there was some connection between these men and these women?

Why did it seem like the actions of these women were like those of psycho women who were out for revenge against men who broke their hearts?

The women didn't even try to pry any info about Baymard from these people, meaning that their hatred for men was so deep that they didn't believe anything men said, or they were overly confident in what they already knew.

It could also be that these women just had the knack for torturing men wherever they went.

But if that were the case, wouldn't that mean that all men within the city were in danger?

Not good!

They had to find those ladies, or they would end up having several female serial killers on the loose!

At the same time, inspector Morgan arrived alongside others.

And instantly, he entered the room that was already filled with countless people gathering evidence and placing them in ziplock bags.

Morgan looked around sternly.

He had to look for clues.

Maybe he could find out clues on where those ladies were headed to next!

As for the surviving Assassin, who was still knocked out, she had long been carried away to get locked up and detained.

From what 001 said, they needed to place her in the high-tech, all-white, holding room with nothing inside.

Again, her hands had to be strapped away for safety too.

In short, from what she heard, she was indeed a dangerous one!

Morgan looked around and could already envision how things happened, just from the visible blood stains and countless clues and broken items on the ground.

Alright. It was time to get to work!

...

With that, the police were on the scene like crazy, and the press had somehow gotten wind of the matter too.

But out of District G, within District C, the culprits they were looking for were now ready for action as they watched their prey make its way towards them from a distance.

And not too far away from them within the middle black vehicle, Lucy was busy playing with Kora merrily when she suddenly saw several police vehicles pass them by.

Eh?

Thos was the 3rd group they had seen today.

Lucy couldn't help frowning hard.

What exactly was going on?