Chapter 86: The Hunter

About ten minutes later, the scene of the earlier battle was already surrounded by police cars. Angela Medici herself was also surrounded by a crowd of bodyguards.

"Are you all right, Angie?"

Louise Lindon also rushed to Angela's side. Her face was somewhat pale, and her light golden eyes held both anger and self-reproach.

Angela smiled bitterly and glanced at the ambulance nearby: "I'm okay. I just need to take some medicine and rest for a few days to recover. But Lina's injuries are more serious. The holy healer said that the vitality in her body has been drained by the divine bloodstone I used. He dare not use holy healing recklessly, as it would make her condition worse. To fully heal her, a period of complex therapy is required."

"This is my fault. I was too impatient and slow to react."

Louise Lindon's expression dimmed slightly: "I'm sorry I couldn't help you."

At the start of the rescue, she should have considered the possibility that the other side would use the 'Dark Realm Rune Stone' to forcibly drag their combatants into the dark world.

If she had taken some precautions, the situation wouldn't have become so perilous.

"Don't say that, Louise. I was also surprised by this situation. They actually had a way to counter the 'Dark Realm Rune Stone.' The other side was clearly prepared and anticipated your reactions."

Angela looked at the surrounding ruins, a hint of helplessness and guilt in her eyes: "If anyone was careless, it was me. I didn't expect them to be so crazy. You've done your best, Louise. If you really feel sorry for me, then do me a favor. Please help me tally up how many houses were damaged and how many casualties there were, okay?"

Louise frowned, then decisively shook her head, speaking with an unyielding tone: "I might have to apologize again. This is a matter for our Lindon Group, Angie. I invited you here. We can't shirk responsibility for this incident."

She didn't give Angela a chance to argue and directly changed the subject: "Do you have any suspects for the mastermind behind this assassination?"

"I have some guesses, but nothing confirmed yet."

Angela sighed: "I think it's mostly my clansmen. Father probably didn't expect them to be so impatient."

"Mr. Michel has been too lenient and neglectful toward them. I hope after this incident, he will take it seriously."

Louise snorted, her tone不满: "Speaking of which, those guys took advantage of the situation. Most of Atlanta's police force, the FBI, the DHS (Department of Homeland Security), and even the forces of the New Church of Light were all tied up by that artifact."

Angela was also concerned about this: "That thing, still no clue where it is?"

"I don't know. There are many rumors now, none of them can be confirmed."

Then Louise's expression shifted as she looked toward the scene ahead: "I've seen the scene and the bodies. The one who saved you must be a very strange fellow. I think you know him, Angela, don't you—"

Her words abruptly stopped because several men in suits were striding toward them. The leader, about forty years old, had a receding hairline and wore sunglasses, exuding an aura that made anyone know at a glance he was shrewd and capable.

"That's Edmund Bederman, one of the FBI's special agent supervisors in Atlanta. He's probably here to question you. If you want to uncover the mastermind, you can cooperate a bit. He's a level 15 magic energy hunter, exceptionally skilled in investigation, and known for being shrewd and cunning. Of course, if you don't want to talk, you can ignore him or wait for your lawyer. The Atlanta police department ultimately has the lead on public safety."

Just as Louise was introducing him, the man reached them, his expression extremely serious.

"Ladies, are you both all right? Allow me to introduce myself: Edmund Bederman, FBI special agent supervisor in charge of Atlanta's city security."

"Angela Medici."

Angela extended her hand and shook his: "I've actually heard of you, Mr. Bederman. The Labrador of Atlanta, right?"

The so-called 'Labrador' is a hunting dog, not only highly intelligent but also loyal and friendly. For a magic energy hunter and an agent, this was undoubtedly a compliment.

"I'm honored."

A smile appeared on Edmund Bederman's face: "Miss Medici, I have a question for you. My colleagues found that many bullet casings and some magical traces at the scene disappeared, as if someone deliberately erased them afterward?"

"Is that so? I'm not sure."

Angela looked surprised: "I'm sorry, at the time I was focused on my head maid's injuries. She was very seriously hurt."

Bederman raised an eyebrow: "Forgive my presumption, Miss Medici. I think you know who that person is, don't you? I mean the one who saved you and Miss Lina Adric. Otherwise, you wouldn't have cleaned up after him?"

Louise's face turned cold: "Mr. Bederman, if I understand correctly, are you accusing my friend of a crime?"

"No, no. If helping others is a crime, then according to the 'Rescue Responsibility Act' and the 'Good Samaritan Act,' your friend is not liable. Although Miss Medici's actions have caused some obstacles and trouble for our investigation, we can choose not to prosecute such a minor offense."

Bederman shook his head: "I'm just curious about what kind of person killed Alan Wood."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Bederman. That person wore a mask and a coat the whole time. I don't know who he is. As for the destruction of evidence, I'm not aware of it either."

Angela maintained a friendly tone, and curiosity appeared in her eyes: "Alan Wood, that's the killer's name, right? You know him, Mr. Bederman?"

"Of course. He was a rising star in the assassin world, a magic energy shadower under thirty-five. His combat skills were also exceptionally strong. Without preparation, I might not be his match. In fact, several level 15 professionals in America have died at his hands."

Bederman's face showed a hint of amazement: "That's what surprises and intrigues me. If I'm not mistaken, Miss Medici, your friend's strength is probably below level seven, right?"

At this, the two girls across from him showed slight astonishment.

The difference was that Angela Medici was surprised by the man's investigative ability, while Louise Lindon was shocked by Bederman's inference.

Below level seven, yet able to kill a level 13 magic energy shadower? That was enough to pique anyone's curiosity.

Just as they were speaking, a shout came from afar: "Hey! Mr. Bederman, what are you doing? I suspect you're inducing my client to talk. That's a violation. I think the Labrador of Atlanta wouldn't make such a mistake, would he?"

Edmund Bederman looked sideways, then let out a disdainful snort.

Walking in from beyond the cordon was Harvey Specter, an exceptionally troublesome lawyer.