She is a natural disaster.

Chapter 43 A Terrible Day

Today was a disastrous day for the Upper East Side Police Station, a day they would rather forget.

First, they were blocked at the gate early in the morning, and the police officers didn't dare to utter a word. The Upper East Side Police Station lost face and its prestige was completely destroyed.

Finally, in the afternoon, a series of personnel changes began. Some were transferred to watch the streets, some were reassigned to clerical positions, and some were kicked to the old city. The police officers were all on edge.

From senior detectives to trainee officers, everyone knew that the chief detective's purge had begun. Operations Chief Gregory Barnes was finished, and those officers and detectives who were close to him were going to be finished as well.

Finally, night fell. Nothing major happened at the police station. As long as no further accidents occurred, the tumultuous day was over, and tomorrow would be a new beginning.

However, barring unforeseen circumstances, that is impossible.

Police officers on night patrol were patrolling the streets when they suddenly heard a muffled thud, and the ground beneath their feet seemed to shake.

The officers realized something was wrong and rushed toward the source of the sound with long faces. Before they had gone far, someone discovered a horrifying scene.

The bright moon and sparse stars in the night sky were suddenly obscured by an unknown object. After looking carefully for a while, the police officers discovered that the dark mass obscuring the night sky was actually a series of jet-black swords.

Even if ordinary police officers don't know much about the Superhumans, or have never heard of them before, anyone with a sound mind would realize something is wrong when they see the scene before them, and know that this is something they can't handle.

The patrolling officers made a quick decision and split into two groups.

The passerby hurriedly notified the police station, reported the special situation up the chain of command, and found someone in charge to handle it.

Another group of people rushed to the scene to check the specific situation, but they walked very slowly, as if they were admiring the scenery along the way, almost stopping to draw a portrait as a souvenir.

After that loud bang and the sight of countless black swords flying everywhere, anyone with a sound mind wouldn't run over to join the commotion. The police officers aren't stupid either; running over to check the situation now would be tantamount to suicide. They'd rather just stroll over slowly.

By the time they leisurely arrive at the scene, everything may already be over, and they will only need to be responsible for guarding and cleaning up the mess.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. The sky full of black swords disappeared, but gunshots rang out, very close to the police officers' location.

The officers looked at each other, exchanging glances as if asking each other what to do next: continue at their leisurely pace or speed up to the location where the gunshots had been fired.

The patrol officers were at a loss for what to do, and their faces were all grim. The Upper City was so big, and there were so many patrol officers, so why were they the only ones to get into this mess? Why couldn't it be any of the other officers?

At this moment, the police officers on night patrol were contemplating submitting their resignations.

Before they could even formulate their resignation, a battle-damaged Anastasia emerged from a dark alley.

Someone recognized Anastasia, who had been blocking the police station this morning, and quickly whispered to her companions not to make any rash moves and not to cause trouble for themselves and everyone else.

In fact, the police officers who hadn't experienced the blockade this morning didn't need any reminders. The muffled thud and the gunshot just now both came from this area. Even without a reminder, they wouldn't have dared to stop this menacing figure.

Anastasia walked out of the alley, loading her revolver with bullets as she went. When she finished loading, she looked up at the group of silent police officers.

"There was a woman's corpse in the alley, which I killed. There were also the remains of four other corpses on another street, which I also killed."

Anastasia's tone was calm, but the patrolling officers were stunned. Five more people had died! Even though the murderer was right in front of them, who dared to make the arrest?

"You'd better stay here and don't let anyone near," Anastasia continued. "Also, inform Tobias Gibson to come and clean up the mess, especially the female corpse in the alley; make sure he examines it personally."

The patrolling officers nodded blankly. They didn't know what had happened that night, nor did they need to know. All they needed to know was that Tobias Gibson could handle things tonight.

"Oh, right," Anastasia continued, "something similar must have happened elsewhere. Remember to have Gibson handle that too."

With that, Anastasia left on her own. She had not yet achieved her goal for the night; she had not yet dealt a serious blow to those who had planned the attack.

As Anastasia's figure disappeared into the vast night, the patrolling officers breathed a sigh of relief, finally getting rid of this menacing figure.

Immediately afterwards, the patrol officers felt relieved, relieved that they weren't the only ones in big trouble that night, as other patrol officers had also encountered similar special circumstances.

Before long, the men who had managed to notify the police station returned, bringing with them good news: Tobias Gibson, the head of the police station's logistics department, was on his way. Head Gibson ordered them to simply keep watch in the surrounding area.

Everyone in the police station knew that the head of the logistics department, Gibson, was the chief detective's man. Everyone had a good impression of this smiling head of the department. However, no one expected that the smiling Gibson was the one with real "ability" in the police station.

Tobias Gibson stepped in to resolve the blockade incident this morning, salvaging a little face for the Uptown Police Department.

Just now, the scoundrel who blocked the police station entrance specifically named Tobias Gibson, appointing him to handle tonight's affairs. The patrol officers eagerly awaited the arrival of the logistics chief.

Before long, the savior the patrol officers had been eagerly awaiting arrived.

The chubby Tobias Gibson rode a tall horse galloping from afar.

The tall horse stomped its hooves so hard that the horseshoes were practically sparking from the asphalt, showing just how anxious Gibson had been on his way.

When the plump Tobias Gibson dismounted, the tall horse immediately collapsed to the ground, its hooves twitching and foaming at the mouth. Having galloped all the way, and with Gibson's considerable weight, the horse was nearly exhausted.

The patrol officers who were on guard immediately went forward to report the situation and relayed Anastasia's words to Gibson.

Upon hearing this, Tobias Gibson rushed towards the alley where the body lay.

"Chief!" The police officer guarding the body quickly saluted. "The deceased was a woman, shot six times!"

Tobias Gibson nodded to the officer, then crouched down with his round body to carefully examine the woman's body, which had been shot six times.

Soon, Gibson found an ID on the woman's body. He immediately noticed the five-pointed star pattern on the hard cover, with a circle around the star connecting the five points.

This is the emblem of the Bureau of Anomalies. The five points of the pentagram represent sadism, element, mystery, precision, and Ophiuchus, respectively. The circle connecting the five points of the pentagram represents control and management. The emblem symbolizes that the Bureau of Anomalies manages and controls all transcendents.

Tobias Gibson looked at the identification in his hand, his face extremely grim, no less so than that of the patrolling officers.

Gibson was furious. He wasn't angry that Anastasia had fought with the Bureau of Investigation; he was furious that this conflict, which had resulted in five deaths, had happened in the Upper East Side.

Are those idiots in the Anomaly Investigation Bureau filled with excrement? What are they trying to do?

They wanted to take action against Anastasia, which was beyond Gibson's jurisdiction, but they shouldn't have chosen to do so in the Upper City.

Even if the Bureau of Investigation can only operate in the Upper East Side at the moment, they should at least have informed Gibson in advance so that he could prepare, instead of letting things escalate to this point.

Tobias Gibson suppressed his anger and got up to walk towards the street where the battlefield was located. As soon as Gibson got close, his anger increased exponentially, and his eyes were almost spitting fire.

Looking at the dilapidated streets and damaged buildings before him, every swear word Tobias Gibson knew in his life surged through his mind. He wished he could immediately run to the headquarters of the Bureau of Abnormal Investigations and give a warm greeting to all the female members of that bunch of idiots' families.

The head of the logistics department of the Upper District Police Station is furious. What angers him is not only the dilapidated streets that look like they've been ravaged by artillery fire, but also the fact that there are multiple battlefields tonight!

After a while, Tobias Gibson's anger subsided a little. He gave the officers a few simple instructions, telling them to set up a cordon, block off the street, and not allow anyone to enter or leave.

Then, Gibson asked the officers to take him to the nearest 24-hour store so he could call the chief detective to report the situation.

Tobias Gibson and the police officer leading the way walked briskly through the night. The streets beneath their feet were wide and smooth, and the buildings around them were either tall or exquisite, all of which contrasted sharply with the damaged street.

Before long, the two arrived at the door of a tavern that was open for business.

At this time, the tavern was as bustling as ever, with waiters moving back and forth and patrons clinking glasses.

A fierce battle had just taken place not far from the tavern, but the people inside seemed oblivious, still swirling their glasses.

Tobias Gibson and the officer entered the pub. As soon as they appeared, people around them noticed them. Gibson's chubby figure was very eye-catching, while the officer was wearing a police uniform.

Although the drinkers were drunk by midnight, no one dared to cause trouble. Everyone made way for them. The chubby Gibson exuded an aura that kept strangers at bay, and the police officer had a gun on his waist. Who would dare to cause trouble?

Tobias Gibson walked straight to the bar, showed his ID to the bartender standing behind it, and explained his purpose.

Seeing that the two police officers weren't there to cause trouble, the bartenders and patrons all breathed a sigh of relief. The bartender didn't dare to be negligent and quickly led Gibson to the lounge, where the phone was.

Tobias Gibson waved the bartender away and had the accompanying officers guard the door before picking up the phone and dialing Chief Inspector Lopez's number.

After a while, the call was finally connected, and Chief Inspector Lopez's languid voice came through the receiver.