Chapter 181
The overlap, like the painful roar from the deepest part of hell, turned into a diffuse cold current, and the accumulation of water and drizzle condensed into ice.
The hatred and malice towards the living are like needles piercing into the soul.
Fear of the imposing manner and supernatural power of the Evil Spirit.
Vera is involuntarily taking a step back.
The body shuddered.
swallowed saliva, the right hand tightly held the short blade Grace gave her, hesitated, used a hysterical voice to cover up the fear in the heart, and shouted, "Everyone has a lover Evil Spirit! Your resentment and unwillingness are not the reason for you to kill the living here!"
Following.
The woman suddenly disappeared in the rain.
A very short moment, without warning, appeared in front of Vera.
Evil Spirit's scarred hands, clutching the young intern's shoulder tightly, the stench and cold breath filled her swollen and ugly face.
The lifeless eyes stared straight at Vera's pupils.
Roared, "The one you love... the one you love?! No one deserves to be loved, no one! You are lying! You are lying!"
Facing the face of Evil Spirit kill.
Vera ashen-faced, rapid breathing, almost stagnated because of fear and great psychological pressure.
The hood of the poncho fell off.
The biting cold rain and crushed ice poured on her head.
Open your mouth wide.
In horror, he took a step back, and his legs were soft and almost fell.
At this moment.
I have conceived a hundred times in my mind how to deal with this kind of thing, and turned into a blank piece of white paper. Only a single thought is hovering in her deep in one's heart: escape!
Desperately stay away from this terrifying Evil Spirit, which is extremely deadly to the living!
The body that is out of control is as rigid as a doll.
In the reflection of the brown pupils, Evil Spirit’s hideous face is constantly enlarged, and the torn jaw forms a bloody mouth wide open like a sacrificial bowl that can swallow her head.
Trying to invade her body and occupy the soul room.
A moment of life and death.
Vera's gaze crossed Evil Spirit's shoulder and caught a little scarlet rays of light.
Cole · Walker.
Her boss, Black Snake Battallion Captain, is one of the many powerful demon-hunters of the Demon Hunter.
Standing not far away.
Having a cigarette in his hand, holding a gun, indifferently watching being controlled by the Evil Spirit, gradually invaded her.
As if an electric current passes through the body.
It's like waking up in a nightmare.
Vera regained control of her body, panting heavily, cold sweat and rain, sliding down her delicate white face.
Looking straight into Evil Spirit’s eyes, he shouted hysterically, "You are wrong!"
See this situation.
Cole, who was planning to shoot and declared Vera a failure, couldn't help but look at the young demon-hunter intern in a different light.
To a real newcomer.
When facing the Evil Spirit, getting rid of the intrusion by her own will is enough for her to touch the threshold of becoming a member of the Black Snake Battallion.
"Wrong?!"
Perhaps, it was the first time that a woman in the rain was interrupted or even screened when she encountered human intrusion.
Screamed.
Let go of the hands grasping Vera's shoulders, and step back several steps.
Squat on the ground, curl up and hold your head.
Like the most common mental illnesses and lunatics in the lunatic asylum, whispering incomprehensible weird words.
For the first time defeating a Level 1 Evil Spirit in the confrontation of souls, Vera pursued the victory and asked, "Who are you?! Why do you want to kill them?!
Tell me !"
"No...no..."
The Evil Spirit kept shaking his head, changing its movements like an animation of falling frames, weird and oozing.
Suddenly.
The woman disappeared in the rain.
When it reappears.
Try to use the same method to invade Cole and occupy his soul.
However.
this time.
Her dead eyes only saw Cole's ruthless eyes, and the muzzle that had reached the black hole at noon.
"You..."
No question yet.
Boom!
The roaring gunfire and the escaping spirit strength, like a gust of wind, blow away the rain near the pier.
The revolver hammer is hot and red.
Evil Spirit's body is only half of it, like a weathered rock, dissipating in the air.
Vera opened her mouth wide, her already organized language stuck in her throat, dumbfounded.
It's noon to spin twice in Cole's hands, close the gun in a particularly cool fancy style, and disappear into the air.
Throw away the cigarette butts.
Walking in front of the girl, Cole's expressionless face.
It seems that the one who had just been killed by him was not the fascinating Evil Spirit, but a mouse crossing the street.
"Go back, it's too cold here."
Looking at the man's back.
Vera stood there for a while, and then started chasing after him, questioning in an unbelievable tone, "Captain, have you always dealt with Evil Spirit like this?!"
For Vera whose cognition is still stuck in textbooks and books, Cole's methods are completely out of line with the normal process.
There is no preparation for using sequence occult technique.
There is no analysis and investigation of the murder case and the identity of the Evil Spirit.
Pull the trigger.
The gunshots.
Closing the case is so simple.
Chasing behind Cole, he does not respond when he sees him.
Vera took a deep breath, the clerk’s work habits made her shook her head helplessly, "Okay, but...how do I write the mission report? Will it appear if I don’t have a hundred words? Too perfunctory..."
The cold rain did not stop all night.
The next morning.
After a mission of baptism, Vera's mentality seems to have grown a lot.
While eating breakfast on the first floor of the hotel, he handed Cole the mission report that was written overnight, and said, "I have already sent the copy from the local police station. This is for the Demon Hunter. .
Captain, can you help me see if there is anything that needs to be modified?"
Cole looked over two sheets of tissue paper and said, "You are very good at writing reports."
When it comes to what you are good at, the girl said with a smile, "Of course! My time in the Intelligence Analysis Department was not a waste of time."
"I never write reports. Since you like it, you will be responsible for future reports in the team."
The smile froze on Vera's face.
Ten o'clock in the morning.
According to the original plan.
Vera returns to Imperial Capital first.
As a result, when the two of them were going to the train station by car.
The driver of the car was placed under the windshield, and the radio was playing music, and there was a man's voice that was familiar to the people all over the country.
"(Messy background speech) You are serious...cough cough! Now we will broadcast an urgent news."
The newscaster on the radio has a long exhales one mouthful of impure air.
"This morning at 9:05 and 13 points, Queen Your Majesty was assassinated on the way to the Imperial Capital Square to watch Nisius Franco's public hanging.
Fortunately Your Majesty is not a serious problem, but the fellow Prince Albert was shot in the shoulder and is being rescued in the hospital.
All the people of the Empire who are listening to this news, if you have anything about the assassination, or the Nordic religion For information about the group, please call the Prime Minister’s office or the switchboard of the Demon Hunting Group. The number is..."
The driver originally complained that the music channel suddenly became news.
As a result, after listening to the news, my heart seemed to be frightened.
Step on the brake with one foot.
Turning around, staring wide-eyed and said to Cole and Vera, "God! Did you hear that?!"