Malz was full of astonishment inside, but he acted quickly and shouted to the patrolling police officers on the street—
"You two, one of you block off the scene, the other go back and call for more people."
Patrick Bookstore, located in a side alley off West Mok Avenue, was not as bustling as the main street of West Mok Avenue, but it was still within the patrol range of the police officers.
And Malz's position was sufficient to command these officers.
"Yes, Police Chief!"
The two officers responded in unison.
Malz's gaze returned once more to the body inside the bookstore.
'Ambushed from behind, a throat slit with one strike!
Clean and decisive, no hesitation...
Definitely a veteran!'
Malz looked at the neatly cut wound on the neck of the body and the uninterrupted blood spatter on the floor and walls, frowning.
Compared to an amateur, a veteran was undoubtedly more troublesome.
