Chapter 70
It lasted until the evening, when the municipal police department announced the lifting of martial law throughout the city through a loudspeaker, and the emergency meeting convened by the senior leaders of the hunting squad ended hastily.
After smelling the news.
Imperial Capital’s major newspapers started overnight.
The flood of reporters blocked the gate of the headquarters.
The next morning.
An explosive piece of news once again made the headlines of the Lagrange daily newspaper.
'After 47 years, the evil witch has returned to Imperial Capital! '
The subtitle reads:'Should the Demon Hunter Group be supervised by the public? '
The article reviews the glorious history and achievements of the Demon Hunting Group at the beginning of its establishment, and analyzes in detail how the corrupt bureaucracy has stepped into the vortex of power step by step, thereby enhancing the lives of the citizens of the Great Empire In disregard.
List all the bad events in history one by one, and count the crimes of the Demon Hunting Group.
Among them are the Massacre in Bath Town and the witch’s return to Imperial Capital.
Not to mention whether the authenticity of the content of the article is worth studying, just talk about the title and the article itself.
Then contribute to the public power and capital in the hands of the newspaper.
Imperial Family Army Hospital.
Hardy closed the newspaper and yelled, "Shit! It's just shit! Why doesn't the bastard of Lagrange daily mention the loss of the Demon Hunter?!"
Cole put down the lunch box, lit a cigarette, and sat on another hospital bed and said, "Is it weird?"
However, the little man crumpled the newspaper into a ball and slammed it on the wall, "Damn. "
The female nurse responsible for changing the dressing of Hardy's sprained right foot squatted on the ground, looked up at Cole, and showed a suggestive smile. She lifted the iron plate, twisted her waist and left the ward.
Afterwards.
Old Barber and his assistant Miss Shane walked into the ward with a fruit basket of condolences.
Cole is also the first time to meet the Section Chief of the Comprehensive Investigation Department.
A middle-aged and elderly man with a blessed body, wearing a gray trench coat, bald and beard.
He carried his left hand, his right hand inserted in the narrow vest pocket, said with a smile, "Cole · Walker, Hardy · Bettany, the warriors of the Comprehensive Investigation Department."
The little man glanced at Cole, jumped out of the bed and stretched out nervously, "Good morning, Barber Section Chief!"
"Don't be so nervous, sit down."
Let Shane put the fruit flower basket on the bed, and then took a document from her hand, saying, "The trial court has given me your opinions on the handling of the witch incident in violation of regulations."
Pause slightly.
Under Hardy's dumbfounded gaze.
In front of the two of them, they shredded the handling opinions and crumpled them into the trash can, "Disposal of opinions? Shit! I'll go to Russell's bastard when I look back.
Haha, let’s talk about you guys. How is your injury?"
Cole indifferently said, "I’m fine."
The first time I was cared by a big leader, Hardy was very sorry He touched his head, said with a smile, "I sprained my foot and rested for a few days and I'll be fine."
"That's fine."
He looked down at his watch and said, "Give you three days off, adjust your body and come to me again. There is a case that you need to deal with."
Because he lowered his head, the old Barber glanced up at Cole, smiled, and coughed. Turned and left the ward with a sound.
Miss Shane pushed the frame on the bridge of her nose and said with a cold face, "The case has been delayed for a long time, and the headquarters can't get other psychics to investigate.
The specific situation, etc. You will come to me after recovering completely. The Section Chief advises you not to put pressure on you at work during this time, take a good rest and enjoy the vacation."
Wait for them to leave.
Sitting on the bed and smoking a cigarette, Hardy, who was bored in every way, couldn't bear the curiosity in his heart, pulled out the disposal opinions in the trash can and put them together again.
Fortunately, the damage is not serious and does not affect reading.
Hardy read word for word, "First, according to the law of the hunting group, Cole · Walker, Hardy · Bettany should be sentenced to six months in prison, deprived of the official title of demon-hunter, and stay for inspection.
After discussion by the three judges, in view of their decisive performance in the witch incident, no punishment will be imposed.
The department should issue a condolence payment of not less than 300 pounds and give no less than two days of leave .
Second, according to the principle of division of special work, the Section Chief of the department should actively assign it to the Witch Emergency Department, the Witch Management Office of the Action Team and other institutions as appropriate.
Third, In view of the fact that his conversion time is less than a year, his lack of experience, and his promotion has received special approval, this incident only records the contribution point..." After reading this, Hardy fell into a weird silence. "Damn it, boss, we were fooled."
There is no doubt.
The three hundred pounds that should have gone to them disappeared.
Moreover, no matter whether you are dispatched to the emergency department or the witch management office, it is equal to change and promotion.
The former is directly under the central government, while the latter has a department level 1 higher than the investigation department. The biological brother of logistics support is well paid.
The front foot was full of joy and sent away the little man of the old Barber, threw the treatment advice back to the trash can, and couldn't help cursing, "Cunning's old fox, damn it."
...
Eleven o'clock in the morning.
Under Hardy's shocking gaze, Cole ate the third lunch, and his injuries began to heal quickly.
This time.
An old gentleman with a small round top hat and body cultivator knocked on the door and asked politely, "Excuse me, is Mr. Cole Walker here?"
Cole leaned on the bed.
Holding a cigarette in one hand, he looked out the window and ignored him.
Hardy said, "What's the matter?"
"There is a lady waiting for him downstairs."
"Miss?"
Mention women.
The little man turned his head and looked at the indifferent Cole resentfully, and said in a sour tone, "Boss, are you not going to go down and have a look?"
Cole crushed the cigarette butt out, "Look for What's up with me?"
The old gentleman face doesn't change and said methodically, "A business, she wants to talk to you alone."
Get up.
Go downstairs with him.
An untainted by even a speck of dust, black and shiny, pure gold car logo, and extremely luxuriously decorated Gottlieb unicorn parked downstairs in the hospital.
Go to the car window.
The old gentleman tapped the car window three times.
The car window was rolled down, and through the black curtains, a sweet female voice came from behind.
"Mr. Walker?"
With a hand in his trouser pocket, Cole frowned and smoked, and said, "I have something to say."
"It doesn't matter. Things."
Be silent for a while.
The woman sitting in the car said, "Sven, let’s go."
The old gentleman bends down slightly, smiles apologetically at Cole, and sits around the front of the car. Enter the cab.
The moment the engine started.
A hand wearing a white lace glove opened the curtain to open a gap, revealing curious brown eyes behind it.
Look at Cole.
Looking down, with a reserved chuckle, let go, and the curtain falls.
Sit in the limited-edition unicorn worth more than five thousand pounds, and disappear at the end of the street.