Sky-cracking Rider-Chapter 389: Section 385 - Clue

The Mobile Base Vehicle plowed through the accumulated snow, arriving at a small village in the northern part of the Tunguska Region called Rakim.

The locals were all holed up at home, hibernating through the winter, and it was almost impossible to spot a soul outside. With Siberia’s exceedingly short planting season, once the wheat, corn, soybeans, and potatoes were harvested—cabbage being the only possible addition—there would be nothing left. Vegetables relied entirely on greenhouses; otherwise, anything planted was doomed to die.

The devils have entered the village, no, the Russians have entered the village!

Bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang, bang!

Tanya pounded forcefully on the wooden door of a village convenience store that doubled as a bar, pool hall, and village office. The village chief’s house was right here—if you wanted to find the local snakes, knocking on this door was sure to be right.

The entire village had already been cut off by heavy snow; all roads were impassable. If it weren’t for the Mobile Base Vehicle forcefully clearing a path through the snow, relying solely on foot would surely kill a person from exhaustion.

The Female Liaison Officer was enthusiastically knocking when suddenly… the door swung open!

Bang bang puh!

"┗|｀O′|┛Oh~~"

A pudgy man with half a bald scalp screamed and fell backwards, rolling on the ground with his hands covering his face.

Because the door had opened so suddenly, Tanya couldn’t stop her punch in time and ended up landing a blow straight on the man’s nose.

Not even a two-hundred-pound grown Mao Mei, let alone a mature Loli, could easily withstand such a blow—the average person’s nose would suffer just the same.

"Uh! I’m a police officer, Tanya Ilyin Alexandrovna, a First Level officer from the Tungus Headquarters, I’m investigating a case and need your cooperation."

Officer Tanya Ilyin Alexandrovna whipped out her badge, flashing it in front of the man to establish her bona fide police identity instead of an unruly gang member.

The brightest sunlight always has its unreachable spots; those are the havens for the dark elements.

She noticed people inside getting ready to draw weapons. There was no helping it; the locals were fierce, and hiding a gun at home was as simple as hiding a bottle of vodka, and it was done brazenly.

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Those with more brazenness might even keep a tank hidden, bring it out during the holidays to fire a couple of shots, show off, and flirt with machismo.

"Oh, my God, my nose!"

The man who was punched could only accept his fate, grimacing and clutching his nose, fearing a little more force and it would have sprayed blood everywhere.

But could he still retaliate against law enforcement with violence? Attack the police?

Those uninvited guests outside were probably just waiting for that!

Tanya put away her badge with a smile and said, "Please rest assured, we have a Light System Caster who can heal you right away. Won’t you invite us inside for a sit-down?"

When it came to the true local snakes of the Tunguska Region, the police station was the king of kings, the tyrant over tyrants. Just ask who dares to disobey? There won’t be a single creature daring to peep.

"Please, come in!"

Village Chief Nikolayev, with his nose still red, tearfully made way for the door, nearly letting out a disgruntled cry.

The woman of the house, a typical Russian Water Tank Matron, silently raged, only smashing pots and pans in the kitchen to express her dissatisfaction with the clamor.

"Come on in, everyone!"

The Female Liaison Officer Tanya nonchalantly waved the 04 team inside.

As all members filed in one after another, the Holy Knight, while passing Village Chief Nikolayev, cast a Light-based Spell on him.

Noticing the immediate cessation of pain, the half-bald village chief hastily expressed his thanks.

After all, it was that female brute of a cop who had punched his nose; the others were not to be blamed.

"Coffee!"

The stout village matron carried out a large tray filled with several cups of coffee and sugar cubes, slamming it on the table with a huff before turning her eyes away and storming back to the kitchen. If they were friends, she might have brought out a big bottle of vodka or Erguotou (who knows how Erguotou made its way to Siberia).

However, at least there was hot coffee, even if the attitude was a bit rotten.

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Liaison Officer Tanya didn’t take offense at all. If such trivial matters were worth getting angry over, wouldn’t harsher treatment warrant drawing a gun on the spot?

She picked up a cup of coffee and got straight to the point.

"Village Chief Nikolayev, have there been any strangers visiting Rakim lately?"

Rakim was not the first village that Liaison Officer Tanya and the 04 team had visited; it was after visiting several villages in succession and tracking the movements of a certain group of people that they had arrived here.

After all, the entire Tunguska Region had just ended its harsh weather with heavy snowfall, and the accumulated snow was severe. In some places, it was more than a meter deep. It would be impossible for anyone to move around, let alone go from village to village. The most convenient and efficient method was to follow a pre-planned route and visit villages along the way.

Having tracked several villages in a row, Liaison Officer Tanya and the 04 team estimated their route. Perhaps it wouldn’t be long before they could catch up with the group.

No matter the vehicle, none could compare to the approximately 20-meter-long, 4.5-meter-wide, and 80-ton Mobile Base Vehicle when it came to convenience.

In front of a professional heavy-duty chassis set half a meter above the ground and five pairs of load wheels bound with anti-slip chains, the obstacle of thick snow was simply inconsequential.

"Um..."

With the pain subsiding yet his nose still red, Rakim Village Chief Nikolayev hesitated, scratching his shiny, greasy forehead, and said, "A couple of days ago, indeed, there were some people who came to the village. They didn’t come to me but went to ’Black Llama’s’ place. Oh right, ’Black Llama’ is a nickname, his real name is Glebnikov Ivanov Sikorsky. It’s not far, two hundred meters to the east, past the small bridge, the second house with the big black chimney—that guy is a second-rate loafer, a ne’er-do-well. Whenever something goes missing in the village, he’s the prime suspect to check with."

"Could you tell us more about this ’Black Llama’ Glebnikov Ivanov Sikorsky?"

Liaison Officer Tanya subtly signaled the 04 team, then continued to probe the village chief based on his words, aiming to gather more valuable intelligence.

"Officer, this guy is no good..."

It was unclear whether it was a denunciation or a personal vendetta, but the village chief went all out in badmouthing the village loafer, nicknamed "Black Llama," eager for the officer Tanya to take him away in handcuffs, wishing she would just shoot him dead at the entrance of the village.

It was as if Rakim Village had long suffered under the "Black Llama," waiting day and night for the Royal Division to uphold justice, suppress evil, and return the sunny skies to the villagers.

"Can you take us to his house?"

The female liaison officer, Tanya, had already studied the topography of Rakim Village and naturally knew the situation of each household.

This meticulous questioning was also to assess whether the village chief had been up to some disreputable deeds.

King Yama is easy to meet, but the little devils are tricky to handle, and this top dog in the village was one such little devil.

"No problem, shall we go now?"

Village Chief Nikolayev immediately stood up, ready to fetch his coat.

Tanya took advantage of the situation and said, "Of course!"

The stocky and built wife of the village chief rushed out from the kitchen, loudly reminding the village chief, "Nikolayev, don’t rush to the front later!"

She was worried about potential dangers.

After all, once that village loafer went crazy, no one knew what terrifying things he might do, possibly not even regarding the village chief with any respect.

"Uh, got it, I know!"

Nikolayev put on his coat, took a felt hat for himself, and waved to his wife.

"Don’t worry, we won’t let him get to the front."

Adrian, the captain of squad 04, finally spoke up. He gave a nod to the A-level Psychic Ability User and Puppet Master Joshua.

"We will ensure your husband’s safety."

If cannon fodder were needed, dozens of Constructed Puppet Warriors were queued up.

Across the stone bridge spanning the five-meter-wide creek, the second house on the other side bore a big black chimney about the height of a three-story building, billowing blue smoke, probably indicating a roaring fireplace that kept the interior warm and cozy. In this bitterly cold weather, it felt like heaven.

In the Siberian Tundra region, where the front doors were typically made of wood, there was no need for doorbells. A forceful knock created quite the commotion.

"Folks, open up!"

"Huh? Who the hell is screaming out there?"

"I am the police!"

"Damn it..."

From inside the house came a series of chaotic noises and ghostly wails and howls.

Judging by the looks of it, there was more than one person inside, and one could only guess what kind of mess they were cooking up inside.

Mostly likely no good; otherwise, they wouldn’t have panicked at the mention of police.

"Breach the door!"

Now it was the turn of squad 04. At Adrian’s command, four Constructed Puppet Warriors charged in succession, bursting the door wide open and storming in with automatic weapons at the ready.

After several bangs of gunfire, a series of pig-like screams followed.

"Devils, there are devils!"

"I’ve been shot! Help!"

"Don’t kill me, don’t kill me!"

...

Joshua, who was controlling these Constructed Puppet Warriors, took his index finger away from his forehead and nodded at the others.

"All clear, nine people, all under control."

"Huh?"

The village chief Nikolayev, hiding in the back, let out a noise of disbelief. In such ghastly weather and season, instead of nestling warm in their dens, what were they all gathering for?

"Kiterley, Apu, you two go in first!"

To be safe, Adrian sent in a Metal Ability User of the A-level and a Thunder Series Warrior of the Earth Order with their weapons ready, capable of instant kills even if mutants were hiding inside.

The others entered the house with the large black chimney afterwards.

The sights that met their eyes upon entering the house were simply unbearable.

Illicit gambling, a hedonistic gathering of substance abuse, men and women all naked, with bottles thrown everywhere, a stench filling the air, this party was raging out of control.

"Heh heh heh..."

The female liaison officer brandished her handcuffs, these were made of stainless steel, dare you run outside naked now!

In weather that was more than forty degrees below zero, with a blast of cold wind, you would freeze instantly, like human ice lolly.

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