Chapter 22
Send Penny away.
Cole put the ring on the palm of his hand and turned it upside down. It was made of pure silver and inlaid with an upside down skeleton polished into a hexagon.
Compared to a ring, its thickness and width are more like a ring.
The dense rust on the inside contains the same unknown language as the Secret Art of the Mantra.
Putting the ring on the index finger of his left hand, Cole put his pocket in his hand and walked up to Jeff. The frowns he was used to, like a gentleman thug holding his shoulders, whispered, "Trev Moran, Your Captain is also Celia's distant cousin.
I guess he must have been persuaded by the coin pool before agreeing to let you kill me in the first mission."
Pointing at the other person with the right hand holding the cigarette, and then said, "But nothing is absolute. If one of you is willing to follow me, I promise that he will not die in the next task."
After finishing speaking, Cole leaned against the door, puffing out the clouds, indifferently said, "There is only one chance, you guys take it well."
Jeff sneered and turned back first. Arrived in his seat.
Another young man with brown hair follows closely from behind.
The woman glanced at Cole blankly, and then moved her gaze to the little young man who had the least presence in the office.
Indifferently said, "Hardy, go back to your place."
The little man seemed to be very nervous, and his body was shaking constantly.
He even dripped cold sweat from his temples, shook his hands together, and said shiveringly, "Lydia, I...I don't want to be your servant anymore. I am also the Imperial Family. The demon-hunter who graduated from the demon-hunter Academy, why have you been a dog for you?"
The more he said, the more emotional he became.
"And Trev, he has been stuck with me and applied for a full year! Isn’t I doing enough?
You bastards clearly want a free one Servant and attendant! I...I'm not doing it!"
Lydia said with a cold face, and stretched her voice to warn, "Hardy."
Aside, the little young man walked up to Cole and jumped up and cursed, "Stop talking! You stinky words! If it weren't for you to sleep with you every night, Trev would let you this waste be the Vice Captain? Half a year ago, I. I just want to scold you, it will only become a hot coin pool!"
Killing the heart.
As a team member who has worked together for a year, he knows what the other four members of the Demon Eye team are.
In addition to being a woman of officialdom, wearing small shoes, and instructing others to do work, this woman Lydia will not shit.
After three years of regularization, I can't learn a sequence secret technique.
This is even worse than him.
Lydia, a beautiful woman, has several points of beautiful, her complexion was once ugly to the extreme. Her chest was violently ups and downs because of her anger, and even her voice became distorted.
"Hardy, good...very good! You have a seed!"
Jeff and the two also didn't expect, they were always taciturn, and they were drunk by them. The little Hardy Bettany suddenly jumped upside down and pointed at Vice Captain Lydia's nose to insult him wildly.
The thin and tall Jeff hurriedly got up and said angrily, "Hardy! Apologize to Lydia Vice Captain immediately!"
"Apologize? Go away, you deserve to add her fart! Idiot!"
"You!"
As if to vent all the grievances of being a dog in Demon Eye Battallion all year long, Hardy smiled heartily and expressed emotion to Cole. Stretched out his right hand, "Hardy Bettany, although I am your Senior, if you can kill Trev and these three idiots, you will be my boss."
In his eyes, Cole Maybe he should be as passionate and friendly to everything as he just graduated from the Academy.
Unfortunately, the hand he stretched out froze in the air for at least five seconds, so that after he found the backing, his unhappy expression began to froze.
Cole took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to him, indifferently said, "Do you smoke?"
Hardy took his hand back in distracted manner, "Uh...I won't ."
"Oh, not smoking is a good thing, in fact, I don’t like these choking scrolls."
"Uh..."
Cole patted his back, stepped on the burned cigarette holder, and then said to Lydia, who was as ugly as pig liver, "Is your name Lydia? Tsk, it's such a good name."
Seeing that the atmosphere in the office is getting more and more tense, it only takes a little fire star and the two sides will fight.
At this time.
The little girl that Cole had seen before, holding a thick stack of documents, pushed the frame on the bridge of her nose, smiled and said, "Are you ready to fight? Maybe I'm not here at the right time."
Lydia coldly snorted, took a look at Cole and Hardy with the eyes of a dead person, walked up to the short girl, and began to discuss some details of the task execution process.
When the intelligence team and the execution team go out for missions, the biggest difference is that one has no reserve army and the other has a full set of logistical support systems.
Not only to avoid beat the grass to scare the snake in the process of intelligence collection, but also to protect the logistics system where battle strength is approximately equal to nothing in the face of the unknown.
The mission location that the Demon Eye team needs to go to this time is the small town of Bath, one hundred kilometers away from the Imperial Capital.
A traffic jam.
Dangerous area shrouded in dense fog by shoe education and unknown terror.
The cause of the incident was an imperial army infantry platoon passing there a week ago, and disappeared from the face of the earth a week after entering, and then the Military Management Committee dispatched agents and private investigators to investigate the case. Also all throw a stone and see it sink without trace in the sea.
The location confirmed the existence of supernatural forces in the town of Bath, and the investigation was handed over to the Imperial Family Demon Hunting Group.
Because of the special location of this operation, the Supernatural Investigation Division only arranged another operation team as support. If no news comes out a week later, the supporting team will enter it and reassess the danger. For sex, the hunting group will assign higher-level teams to enter.
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Three o'clock in the afternoon.
A midway bus from the next city stopped slowly on the platform.
The driver of the bus is about fifty years old, with a fat figure and a Mediterranean hairstyle. He watched the last six guests get off the bus from the rearview mirror, shook the head, rolled down the window, and faced the passing window. Said, "Hi, youngster."
The little young man wore a long shabby brown coat and carried a yellow duffel bag. His face was miserable. He knew his life at first glance. Very unsatisfactory.
"Sir, are you calling me?"
The little man raised his head and asked.
The driver looked around and glanced across the foggy town far away from the platform, and said mysteriously and secretively, "If you come here to be with your relatives, I advise you to leave."
"Sir, I don’t understand what you mean."
The driver watched all around vigilantly, waved his hand and hurriedly closed the window, ignoring the little youth’s doubts, one The foot throttle quickly disappeared into the thick fog at the end of the road.