Chapter 145
This time.
There was a quarrel from downstairs.
Not long.
The door of the ward was pushed open.
The female reporter Amelia walked into the ward under the leadership of a police officer. When she met Cole, tears could not stop running down her cheeks.
I put on a touching expression that finally recognizes each other after being separated for many years.
Hugging Cole tightly.
At the same time, he whispered in his ear, "Cooperate."
Let go of your arms, then wipe away your tears, with a particularly'sincere' tear into a smile, and said, "I'll just I know you’re okay."
The demon-hunter sitting across from Cole got up and asked in confusion, "This is?"
The policeman shrugged, helplessly said, "She said she It's Mr. Cole Walker's girlfriend, so..."
Frown my brows.
Not much to say.
Maybe others can't see any weak spot.
But for Carl, the former love expert, the acting skills of the female reporter were fake and awkward.
Before leaving.
Demon-hunter seemed to remember something, stopped and turned around and extended his right hand to Cole, saying, "Forgot to introduce myself, Vice Group Leader of the executive team, Maxim Diesel, it’s an honor to meet you. Mr. Cole Walker."
Shaking hands, nodded gestured.
Wait until the Vice Group Leader of the executive group left the room and ordered his men to start cleaning the werewolf corpse.
The female reporter patted her chest, let out a sigh, and said to herself, "Finally confused..."
Perhaps she was born to do this.
The clearly understood keenness of exclusive news is far beyond ordinary people.
At first, Cole was also going to take the initiative to find her, and stabbed the matter out as a reporter.
What the royal family dignity of the queen and shit.
So many people died, in the end, just to bury that bastard?
He is not interested in matters between politicians and bureaucrats. As for things like unwritten rules that are inferior to shit...
It is better to use a gun directly against Cole’s forehead, Maybe it will be useful.
The female reporter dragged Cole to the window, both hands crossed near chest, and said in doubt, "The werewolf impossible quietly entered the Imperial Capital and even came to the hospital. So, how are you going to explain to me ?
Mr. Cole."
Give her a look.
Glasses with a metal frame, long brown hair tied behind his head, and a dark blue coat wearing a professional woman's vest and shirt.
Perhaps it is because of the profession.
It lacks the dazzling beauty that women are keen to dress up, but has a sense of experienced and knowledgeable stability.
Frowning, put the smoke out on the windowsill.
Cole put one hand in his trouser pocket, looked towards the downstairs, and said, "For obvious reasons, Miss Amelia."
"Obviously?"
The female reporter frowned slightly, held her chin, and said in deep thought, "Is this..."
Then she smiled and stretched out her right hand to Cole.
"Anyway, you saved my life, thank you."
He didn't shake hands with her.
Turning her head and looking into her eyes, indifferently said, "Now, there is an exclusive news in front of you, are you interested?"
Perceive the deepness in Cole's words meaning.
Amelia, put her hand back, and said solemnly, "You are questioning my professional attitude, Mr. Cole.
The people of the empire have the right to know the truth of the incident."
Cole turned around and leaned on the windowsill, indifferently said, "This matter has something to do with the Imperial Family and the Queen."
The lighter clicked.
A plume of smoke rose.
The female reporter complexion slightly changed and said, "It is related to the Imperial Family? Let me think about... someone of the council?"
" Orchid."
"Wow, tell me directly, are you not afraid of getting into trouble?"
Cole took a cigarette, took a deep breath, frowned, "Considering the Imperial Family’s face, that bastard will be killed in the line of duty.
But I think the street light is a better place for him.
Miss reporter."
Ah Miria looked at Cole carefully, and suddenly said with a smile, "You are a demon-hunter with a strong sense of justice, Mr. Cole."
"Sense of justice?"
Cole also smiled, took out his trouser pocket, turned to look at the female reporter, and said, "If the Demon Hunter didn't shut him up first, he would be dead now."
"It seems that you don't believe much in the laws of the empire."
There was no response to her.
Cole leaned on the windowsill, each minding their own business smoking.
After a while of silence.
"How about you? How did you appear in Imperial Capital?"
The female reporter explained, "I'm still following the news of Foy Steel Group. Luc Foy has not Was sentenced, my informant in the hunting group told me that the investigation is now suffering from huge resistance, and the delay cannot be carried out.
Moreover, there has been no end in the courtroom battle.
p>If I have time, I would like to write an exclusive interview column for you, um...where do you live?"
"Burton House."
"Thank you."
I originally wanted to shake hands with Cole to say goodbye, but seeing his indifferent face, the female reporter shrugged her shoulders in embarrassment and left the ward.
Maxim, who was dealing with the werewolf corpse in the corridor, took a deep look at the two men, his eyes were meaningful, but he said nothing.
Maybe for him.
Disposing of Nisius secretly by dying in the line of duty is a huge shame for the demon hunter and the sacrificed demon-hunter.
Six o'clock in the afternoon.
Cole and Carl, for the first time in the office, met the director behind the planning of this internal investigation, Director Baruch Lennon Butler.
A handsome man of medium build, meticulous greasy head, striped suit untainted by even a speck of dust, half of a rose red silk handkerchief exposed in his chest pocket, and a soft brow.
Not more than forty years old.
There are all kinds of famous wines on the shelves in the office.
Standing in front of the wine rack.
Baruch said, "Sit down first, do you two have any favorite wines?"
No one responded to the inquiry.
Take a bottle of Randy Manor Hecate 1779, pour it on the two, and hold the wine glass said with a smile, "Gentlemen, to our victory, a toast."
The taste of Hecate is very bitter, but the taste is very mellow.
Cole took out the Dark Crow Penny gave him and passed it over.
Baruch said with a smile, "This thing is no longer available. I have to say, Mr. Cole Walker, your appearance is more useful than any evidence.
Five grown-up native werewolves.
Being stared to death by my people, that bastard can still think of such a bad idea, it’s really funny."
Then talked to Karl. After greetings.
The two left the office.
Outside the corridor, Carl was expressionless and said, "Cole, I have to go home first, in the future I might..."
Cole lit a cigarette, frowned, "I know what you want to say, do it if you want to."
"Thank you."
Even if Karl doesn't say it.
Cole can guess too.
The previous self-talk on the train has clearly stated that he will not stay at Black Snake Battallion anymore, because he wants to continue climbing in the Demon Hunting Group, leaving is the best choice .