Chapter 302
mechanic Wink Valentier.
Judgement Echelon demon-hunter.
Perhaps others will never think of how the nickname in front of his name came from.
But in the past ten years, he has been tracking the traces of the Scourge.
All relevant information about Alcatel and the Scourge Party members are all top secret within the Demon Hunter Group.
The only people who know the relevant information are Judgement Echelon demon-hunter who is directly in charge of the task, and the executive director of the Demon Hunter group that docks with it.
Original.
This foolish bastard and bad guy is full of resentment for Baruch for forcing him to assign him to such a meaningless task.
Especially, on the morning of the 2nd day, someone was caught naked from the bed of the'beloved' woman, and even threatened him with deductions and year-end bonuses.
Therefore, the road will be hostile to Cole and Hardy.
Who made them be Baruch’s direct bureaucrats and demon-hunter?
Besides.
Cole Walker, such a young demon-hunter who has become famous at a young age, as an Old Senior, he must also seize the opportunity to rub his spirit.
Let this youngster with great potential lose his life because of his swelling stupidity.
As for now...
The taste of'pain' made him understand that Baruch obviously learned the truth of some events through some special channels.
Something about the vampire Alcatel that he has been tracking for ten years, and he hasn't even found the root hair.
Scourge party members.
Aware of the seriousness of the problem, he thought of it as the Karadeshan site, and Nachisus, who was severely bled, a very bad idea appeared in his mind.
Couldn't... the old fellow of Uroli, secretly colluded with Alcatel and tried to take out his blood relatives?
In a sense.
Being able to live in the demon-hunter industry for so long, and even become one of the thirteen judgement Echelon who surpassed the bureaucracy.
Except for the bad guys who bet on ghosts and mischief.
Wink Valentier is not so lie and unreliable that he seems.
The keen sense of dealing with cases is not weaker than Cole.
This time.
But I heard a rustling sound coming from the depths of the tunnel.
Everyone looked away.
I see you.
They all thought that Cole was dead, holding a weirdly shaped long knife wrapped in black smoke, and slowly appeared at the entrance of the tunnel.
Behind him.
The densely packed gray-skinned blood slaves huddled together, like a pile of flesh and blood monsters, roaring uneasy fear, but unwilling to give up, following far behind.
Leimon, standing at the entrance of the tunnel, saw this situation, because of horror, took a deep breath.
Hardy squeezed the short blade tightly, and the other hand pulled Cole out, frowned, "the boss..."
jumped out of the tunnel.
Cole looked down at the time: 4:20 in the morning.
There is still some time before dawn.
"They won't follow it for the time being, what about the others?"
"Vampire has left, Caius and another demon-hunter have returned to Golden Port, ready to do their best Quickly convey the specific news to the headquarters."
Wink walked over and said, "Did you run into Alcatel below?"
Cole turned around and took a look at begin to stir The gray-skinned blood slave.
Simply take out a nuclear flashlight that has not been used for a long time, adjust it to high-power ultraviolet light mode, aim it at the tunnel, and place it on the ground.
After exposure to ultraviolet light.
The mournful scream and the burning flame are intertwined in the tunnel.
Sit down and block the entrance of the tunnel to prevent the blood slaves from chasing out and fleeing to nearby towns, causing irreversible disaster.
There was no immediate response.
Take out a cigarette, lit it, frowned, "Do you know him?"
Wink licked his lips greedy, nodded and said, "I have hunted him for ten years. If you have been in contact with that bastard, you should understand that if he wants to leave, no one can stop him."
Cole saw his greedy look.
He took the cigarette case in his hand, "Do you want it?"
Winker, who has always been skinless and faceless, laughed, rubbing his hands, impatiently, "Of course, If you want."
It's just his style.
Let Hardy brows tightly knit together, it seems that in his heart, thirteen Judgement Echelon demon-hunter, powerful and mysterious image, completely collapsed.
After satisfying smoking cravings.
Wink glanced at the gray-skinned blood slaves piled up in the tunnel, fighting against the ultraviolet light, and raised his eyebrows. It was not like him in the lair. Seeing that the situation was not good, he smeared the soles of his feet. Cowardly look.
Sitting nonchalantly beside Cole, protruding the smoke ring, tightening the collar to prevent cold wind from entering, looking up at the night sky, exclaimed in a vicissitudes of life, "Do you know why I chased him for ten years? ?"
Cole did not respond.
"My family, my team members, all died in his hands. This is a blood feud, Cole."
Hardy, standing on the side, heard him if.
Suddenly I started to understand why this guy who is proficient in sampling, drinking, drinking, and betting became what he is now.
Not everyone can easily come out of the suffering of life.
However, Cole said indifferently, "You are lying, as embarrassed as you were when you gambled, Mr. Wink."
"Wow, have you seen it through?
p>Tsk.
I also want to educate you, a junior with rich experience."
It doesn't matter to lean on the mound.
After a while of silence.
Wink frowned, "It is a top-secret task of this level of the Scourge, the demon-hunter of your level was originally impossible to come into contact.
But since you two have been involved Come in, you have to be aware of the death of your family."
Talking.
He looked back towards Cole and Hardy, and said in a rare and serious tone, "This time I'm serious, two people. Although I said that I and my colleagues are not friendly, every Judgement Echelon Demon-hunter, they are all orphans.
You know what I’m talking about.
Hardy, I’ve seen your profile. You are the newcomer with the best luck I have ever seen.
But.
Listen to my advice, it’s best to turn your head and leave now and take the initiative to leave this mission. Even if you don’t do it for yourself, you have to consider Marianne and your parents. ."
Take a deep breath of cigarette.
Wink's eyes looked into the distance, becoming a little complicated.
"This kind of task is more suitable for me and Cole, Mr. Bettany."
Perhaps a lousy person like Wink Valentier, a dog mouth There was no truth in it.
But for Hardy's advice and self-deprecating.
Maybe he thought of something in the past.
Only become so serious.
Cole and Wink are sitting, hiding outside the lair with hundreds of thousands of gray-skinned blood slaves, face doesn't change, talking and laughing.
Hardy is always nervous.
From time to time, he glanced into the tunnel, where the neighing and death cry came out, even in the severe cold wind, his forehead was still covered with fine cold sweat.
Holding the short blade hand, it trembled slightly.
Shortness of breath.
Not to mention what Wink said.
Now.
The little young man finally began to believe that, besides Cole Walker, his most admired immediate boss, perhaps only Judgement Echelon, the demon-hunter who has experienced winds and waves, would fight with Wink. Valentier's bastard is the same.
It's all the same.
Sitting on the face of the gray-skinned blood slave's lair, he even sighed about life in leisure.