She is a natural disaster.

Chapter 30 The Carriage Blocks the Door

In the early morning, there were few pedestrians on the street in front of the Upper Town Police Station.

The two guards at the entrance of the police station looked around nervously, occasionally exchanging glances to ease each other's anxiety.

These two guards didn't want to end up like their two unlucky colleagues from last night, stumbling upon a corpse hanging from a streetlamp while on duty—a corpse that was, in particular, that of a senior detective.

Although news of Le Bon Dupont's death has been temporarily suppressed, the police department is still in a state of panic, fearing that Montagu's revenge will fall on them, and that they will become scapegoats for the higher-ups.

Just as the two guards were nervously glancing around, a carriage rumbled in from a distance.

It was a luxurious carriage pulled by four horses. The dark carriage reflected the sunlight without restraint, and the large gold letters and emblems on the carriage directly indicated the owner's identity.

The two guards exchanged a panicked glance: What do we do? Why is Montagu here?

Yes, the approaching carriage was the very same dashing one Mike had described. Anyone who could read would recognize it as Montagu's carriage.

Soon, the tall, strong draft horse came to a stop with a creak in front of the police station. Rupert, who was driving, looked fierce and glared at the two guards standing at the gate. The two guards instinctively wanted to raise their sidearms.

With a soft click, the carriage door opened.

Anastasia was the first to step down from the carriage, but she did not leave. Instead, she stood beside the carriage, holding onto the door.

Then, Mike Montagu appeared in a completely new image. Today, he didn't look refined at all; instead, he gave off the vibe of a thug in a suit.

He was wearing a dark gray three-piece tweed suit, a solid gold pocket watch tucked into his vest pocket, the solid gold watch chain hanging outside gleaming, and black lace-up leather shoes polished so much they reflected his image.

This is just his outward appearance; what truly changed Mike's image was his new hairstyle.

His hair was shaved very short at the back and sides, and the longer hair on top was all swept up, making him look like someone who was good at boxing.

The guards standing at the police station entrance wanted to speak up and drive them away, but Montague's luxurious carriage was blocking the main entrance. However, thinking of Dupont's tragic end, the two guards suddenly lost the courage to speak.

With a monthly salary of only a few dozen crowns, why risk your life?

Police officers' salaries are not high, and if the crime-solving rate does not meet the target, their pay will be deducted, leaving them with even less take-home pay.

With only a pittance in salary each month, it wasn't enough to embolden the two officers to speak up and drive Rupert away, despite his murderous gaze.

If the police officers on guard duty lack courage, then make up for it with numbers and give them courage.

Following last night, a large number of police officers once again gathered in front of the police station.

Some officers were already in the courtyard, and they wanted to see which fool dared to block the police station's gate.

Some officers ran out of the building, wanting to see who was so foolish as to block the police station entrance and cause trouble for the station.

When the two groups of police officers with the same goal arrived at the police station, their hostility vanished instantly. These small fry dared not provoke Montagu now, as that could be a matter of life and death.

Although the cause of Le Bon Dupont's death was not disclosed to the police officers, they already had a conclusion in their minds about who the murderer was.

The police officers gathered at the gate first looked at Anastasia beside the carriage—she was definitely not him, then they looked at Rupert, who was driving the carriage—it must be him, he must be the one who killed Dupont, he doesn’t look like a good person!

Coach driver Rupert Courtney was innocent. He had done nothing wrong, but because he looked fierce, he was mistaken for a brutal murderer by a group of police officers.

The real murderer, Anastasia, was seen by the police as pure as a white flower.

No matter the era, people really do judge others based on their appearance.

However, Anastasia's innocent disguise didn't last long. She had just visited the police station last night, and someone in the crowd recognized her.

Soon, the police officers gathered at the entrance of the police station began to whisper among themselves.

Some are speculating about the purpose of Montague's trip, while others are wondering why Anastasia appeared at the police station twice.

Suddenly, the police station, which should have been solemn and dignified, became noisy and looked not much different from a market, except that there were no vendors who cheated on the weight of goods.

The officers were buzzing with discussion, but Anastasia and her two companions remained unmoved.

Rupert did not drive away in his carriage; instead, a luxurious carriage pulled by four tall horses blocked the entrance to the police station.

Anastasia stood by the carriage, her head bowed and her eyes lowered, looking exactly like a servant of the young master Montague, much like a female assistant following behind him.

Mike stood by the carriage, completely ignoring the officers surrounding it, treating them as if they were invisible. He took out his solid gold pocket watch and glanced at the time.

The police officers present looked grave, exchanging glances.

The purpose of Montague's trip is quite clear: they came to demonstrate, but more importantly, they came to cause trouble.

The officers exchanged glances, wondering whether to risk incurring Montagu's wrath by forcibly removing them, or to do nothing at the risk of being punished by their superiors.

Some people don't want to do anything. They would rather risk being punished by their superiors than offend the current Montague. They don't want to follow in Le Bon Dupont's footsteps and be hung on a street lamp after they die.

Others were prepared to step forward, believing that their courage and loyalty would be noticed by the police leadership, and that they could be appreciated and promoted based on their courage and loyalty. The bigger the storm, the more valuable the catch!

"Mr. Montague, please leave immediately!"

Someone spoke first, and others immediately echoed, gradually increasing the volume of voices calling for Montagu to leave.

"Mr. Montague, please leave immediately, or I have the right to arrest you!"

The man repeated himself, issuing a second warning to Anastasia and the other two, and those who echoed him also reached for their waists.

Mike wasn't worried at all. Compared to the attack that night, the police warning was nothing.

Anastasia, who was standing by the carriage, no longer kept her head down. She looked up at the one who had stood out, and the man was instantly struck dumb, frozen in place.

The nail that sticks out gets hammered down; the nail that sticks out gets hammered down. This principle remains unchanged throughout history.

Anastasia's mutation did not grant her special abilities such as mind control or mental attacks, but her killing intent was not something a mere police officer could withstand.

It was a very mysterious feeling. The officer who stepped forward first felt as if he was being watched, like prey being watched by a wild beast.

Immediately afterwards, an indescribable panic surged into his heart, a panic that was completely uncontrollable and ran rampant within him.

The next second, the officer who had stepped forward first fell straight down, his face pale and his jaw clenched.

The officers present were horrified, and a group of people retreated like the receding tide, almost everyone keeping their distance from the unconscious colleague.

They didn't know what had happened; all they knew was that the colleague who had spoken up first had fallen straight down, and that the colleague who had risked offending Montague had been retaliated against.

The officers present were terrified; they hadn't even seen what was happening before Montague's retaliation had already struck.

Those who hadn't spoken before dared not speak even more, and those who had reached for their waists froze, unsure whether to continue their previous action of drawing their guns or stop and pretend that they weren't trying to draw their guns but were just having an unbearable itch in their waists.

At this moment, Anastasia left the carriage and walked straight to the group of police officers.

She didn't want to bully these ordinary people either. What's the point of adults bullying children? But adults usually don't allow children to disobey them.

Anastasia, who looked exceptionally delicate, simply stood there, and an invisible pressure descended like an avalanche, enveloping every police officer present and weighing heavily on their hearts.

The officers present were horrified to discover that they could not move their bodies, and the pain of their fingernails digging into their palms could not wake them up or allow them to regain control of their bodies.

Even if Anastasia does nothing, a seven or eight-year-old child could easily kill everyone present.

"That's enough!"

Gregory Barnes walked over.

As the chief detective of the Upper East Side Police Department, Barnes had to step in and resolve the issue.

Although Gregory Barnes knew that Montague was after him, and that the palpable killing intent was also directed at him.

However, Gregory Barnes' intervention failed to resolve any issues. He himself was overwhelmed by the murderous intent permeating the air, rendering him stiff and unable to move.

Barnes could only stand on the stone steps at the entrance of the police station, looking at Mike Montagu by the carriage through the courtyard and the officers in front of the gate.

This was the first time since its establishment that the Upper Town Police Station had been so humiliated, with people cornered at its doorstep and unable to fight back at all. Everyone who entered the courtyard was like a lamb to the slaughter.

Is this the transcendent being beside Mike Montagu?

Gregory Barnes was horrified; an overwhelming sense of panic and anxiety surged through him.

Just then, another person walked out of the police station building: Jolene Joyce and her superior, Hector Evans.

Despite not having slept all night, Jolina seemed quite energetic. She rushed down the stone steps in front of the building, taking two steps at a time, until she saw her colleague standing motionless, at which point she slowed down.

Evans, who came out with Jolena, also couldn't escape being enveloped by murderous intent. He stood rooted to the spot, his face extremely solemn, it was unclear whether he was worried about Jolena or the Uptown Police Department.

Noticing something amiss, Jolina looked at Anastasia in astonishment, knowing that the situation in the yard must have been the work of a private investigator.

One person controlling a group of people, even if these people are just ordinary people, is a bit too exaggerated!

Where on earth did the priest find such a monster as Anastasia?!