Flying Milk

Traditional exorcism: holy water, a priest's useless babble, and the need to know the demon's true name—it's just too much hassle.
The innovated exorcism:
["You demon spawn, eat my laser weapon!"]
["Flagship, do you see that demon?"]
["Main star-annihilating cannon, charge up!"]
["Fire the cannon, and let it blast the hell out of them!"]
"Oh? Who said all Exorcists were pushovers?"]

The Heavily Armed Exorcist in America

"Boss, what do we do about this case? Not a single useful biological clue can be found at the scene." A male officer frowned as he stood in the dimly lit basement of Katzina Park, his complexion not looking very good.


So many bodies, so many victims, even arranged in this manner, but not a single fingerprint was found, nor any other hair or skin flakes.


This had brought the entire case to a deadlock.


"How's the investigation of these victims' social movements going? Have we found any commonalities?" Jack said with a hint of fatigue, pinching the bridge of his nose.


This major case in Flushing Kissena Park was both an opportunity and a challenge. The Mayor of New York had already taken notice of the case, and if handled correctly, a bright future awaited. But if mishandled...


At that thought, Jack's expression became much more stern.


Chapter 65: The Clown's Hell's Amusement Park