Chapter 148
"Not interested? Then, the Ministry of Internal Affairs, the Watcher Committee, the Witch Emergency Department..."
Cole interrupted his voice, separately said, "Hunting What is the magic group going to do with Nisius?"
Baruch sealed the bottle on the table and placed it on the shelf, and said, "In Nisius' case, the trial court is still in the process of collecting evidence. In.
Don’t worry, the media all over the country are staring at this matter. Queen Your Majesty and the Prime Minister made it clear that they asked the trial court to strictly investigate and deal with it, "He is unable to escape."
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Be silent for a while.
Cole crushed the cigarette butts in the ashtray, got up and folded the awards into his pocket, and said, "Section Chief of Comprehensive Department, go find someone else."
"Really not Think about it?"
Bang!
The answer to him was a heavy door slamming.
In the corridor, look down at the time: 5:53 pm.
Take out the secret house pass that has been kept in the real dream equipment warehouse, Cole goes downstairs and walks to the sequence secret house.
The gatekeeper is still the crazy Old Drunkard.
Mad Dog Nicky Cavill.
Go through the layers of security and enter the suspended room where the Sequence Stone is stored.
According to the reward introduction of the faction event, this time must be able to obtain a trial secret technique, just to make up for his shortcomings in dealing with witches.
Put your hands on the stone pillar made of obsidian and carved on the surface, which symbolizes the power of sequence.
The cold hand feels like grabbing an iron railing in the cold winter wind.
Suddenly.
The palm of the hand was prickling, and a stream of hair thick and thin, flowing towards the symbol of judgment, holding a scale in one hand, a short blade in the other hand, the helmet covering the eyes of the death envoy glyph.
The dark smoke formed by the power of sequence envelops Cole's body.
Continuously roll inward and shrink.
After a while.
A soft, irresistible force pushed him out of the sequence secret house.
In the soul, the unprecedented heaviness is like carrying the sin yoke of eternal punishment.
Cole stood on the spot, pressing one hand on the wall, fine drops of sweat covering his forehead, breathing heavily, and his chest violently rising and falling.
The swelling and pain even made him give birth to hallucinations that his soul could not bear, almost bursting.
After one minute.
The side effects of receiving the sequence occult technique slowly subsided.
took a deep breath.
Unspeakable, the unknown mysterious text appeared in his memory and consciousness, but he could clearly understand the meaning.
Secret of Judgment: Death God incarnation.
'You have obtained a new sequence secret technique. '
'You have obtained a special item: a candlestick for mourning. '
'Judgment-Death God incarnation: To activate the occult technique, you need to use an arbitrary soul of a sinner to light the death candle.
After the witch enters the area illuminated by the candlelight, the body of the reincarnated soul box will be forcibly stripped.
For the duration of the burning of the death candlestick, kill the body of the reincarnated soul box, and the witch will die completely.
Darkness and death descend on the earth, where the rays of light illuminate is the kingdom of the dead. This secret technique can directly cause execution and lethal effects on Level 1 Evil Spirit. '
[Mourning Candlestick: The Magical Artifact that stores the death of the sinner’s soul, the maximum amount stored at a time: 3, the stronger the sinner’s soul, the longer the burning time of the candlestick.
Close to the dead, the candlestick will automatically collect the souls of sinners, and the collection will stop automatically after the maximum storage amount. ]
After reading the explanation of the sequence secret technique.
Cole took out the cigarette case, put it back in his pocket, and walked out.
I'm about to walk to the exit.
Nicky the mad dog suddenly stopped on the road, grabbed his shoulder with one hand, and said drunkly, "little fellow, wait..."
while speaking.
Twitching his nose, sniffing something in the air forcefully.
His tone was very rapid, he seemed impatient or impatient.
"Judgement Echelon, that's right! This taste is the taste of Judgement Echelon. Which department are you a demon-hunter?"
"Comprehensive Investigation Department."
"General Department? It's okay, let's go."
Push Cole.
Holding the rum bottle, while drinking, he limped and walked away quickly.
Cole walked out of the sequence secret house.
Frowning and bowing his head.
Click.
The sound of the lighter echoed in the empty corridor, and he stepped away.
Call and ask Ava to drive to pick him up.
Walking to the gate of the Demon Hunting Group, the sky was completely dark, and a woman in a brown coat was sitting on the edge of the road crying.
I can't see my face, but my figure is familiar.
Let Ava wait for him for a while.
Cole walked over with his hands in his coat pockets.
The woman looked up, looked at the man standing in front of her, hurriedly wiped away her tears, got up and smiled reluctantly, and said, "Next...good afternoon, Mr. Cole."
"Can I know your name?"
"Marian Robb."
Standing on the spot with a frown.
Cole was silent for a while, then took out a stack of banknotes, about three hundred pounds.
Hand it to her and say, "Hardy will be fine. You can use the money. If you don’t have enough, please call me anytime."
Hardy’s girlfriend, the nurse Mary Ann, hurriedly declined, "I can't ask for the money. Hardy's treatment is in charge of the Demon Hunt. I'm just...just..."
"For his family, Mary Young Lady An."
The female nurse hesitated.
"Thank you."
"It's cold, I'll take you back."
In the car.
Cole frowned and looked out the window.
Black Snake Battallion was established less than half a month.
Except for Grace Sieg in the logistics department, there are only three team members, two of whom are unconscious, life or death unknown, and Karl is almost disabled. After leaving, his future is uncertain.
However, this is the reality of all front-line action teams.
Facing darkness and evil.
Human life is as fragile as paper, but as stubborn as a burning flame of hope.
...
Into the night.
Cole opened the door of Burton Tower Apartment No. 1614.
The lights in the room are on.
See him back.
The female reporter Amelia, who was napping at the table with her chin, got up hurriedly. It seemed that she was not embarrassed at all when she was hit by the owner of the house. She smiled and said frankly, "Good evening, Mr. Cole, how are you? I expected it to be an hour late."
The ghost maid helped him hang his coat on the hanger at the door.
Cole said, "Miss Amelia, you seem to have never made an appointment with me."
"Make an appointment?"
Professional female reporter Just laugh.
"I know people like you too much. I want to get a first-hand exclusive interview. How can I not stay here?"
while speaking, pick up the table After preparing the tape recorder, paper and pen, said with a smile, "It won't take you too long."
Originally, Cole planned to choose a witch-type movie.
Familiar with the application method of the Judgment Secret Art.
Sit in a chair.
"You have an hour."
Afterwards.
The two asked and answered each other.
Or perfunctory or teasing.
Stop all the sharp questions of female reporters.
Under helpless gaze, Amelia turned off the tape recorder and said, “I know that digging up personal privacy will be disgusting, but this is the professional code of a journalist.
Mr. Cole, I hope you can understand."
"Of course I understand."
The female reporter began to pack her things, put on her coat, carried her bag, and prepared to leave.
This time.
Cole stopped at the door, leaned against the wall and said, "Are you married?"
"Of course not! Uh, Mr. Cole...?"
The female reporter looked alert and took a step back, clutching her bag.
Leave the way aside, Cole smiled and said, "Next time, remember not to sneak into the single man’s house alone, Miss reporter."