Chapter 20

Trevor Moran, a subordinate organization of the intelligence group of the imperial Royal demon hunting regiment, is the chief of the supernatural investigation section code named magic eye brigade.

A blonde playboy who always smiles when talking.

Superior exile sequence demon hunter.

At the same time, she is also Celia Finley's distant cousin.

After flirting with a female student assigned to the investigation team, he looked up and saw Cole standing in front of the table, smiled, pointed to the chair and said, "sit down, do you need water?"

"Thank you. No."

Triff got up and picked up the kettle. The sound of water was particularly harsh in the silent room. "Celia mentioned you. It seems that there has been some unhappiness between you.

Hehe, you don't have to care about that stupid woman. The distribution of all students is determined by the above. If she offended you, I apologize for her. "

Take the cup and sit back in the leather chair.

He took out a document with official seal from the drawer, handed it to Cole and said with a smile, "from now on, you are a member of the magic eye brigade. I hope we can get along well in the future."

Cole took the document in his hand and said indifferently, "Celia is a good girl. No one will be really angry with her. You don't have to apologize."

"Really?"

Put the papers in his coat and Cole was ready to get up and leave.

Triff smiled and warned, "don't forget to report to Corey. The internship starts today."

Without responding, Cole left the room.

The other students who lined up outside the door and were assigned to the intelligence group all had balsam pear faces and drooping heads.

Even if they mean to laugh at Cole, who can stand here is not unlucky.

At the moment, the only thing in my mind is whether I can live safely until the beginning of next spring.

Walking on the road.

Cole had no waves in his heart, and even felt a little ridiculous.

Triff Moran, that smiling sissy, really thinks he's the little boy in the college who can be fooled with a candy?

Apologize?

Uniform distribution?

Hehe, if all this is true, it should be penny seranda and her razor team to pick him up now.

But none of this is a problem for him.

Magic eye brigade, the full name of the supernatural investigation section, code named magic eye special operation team for obtaining supernatural disaster information of demons and evil spirits, is one of many brigades of the supernatural investigation section.

Directly led by Trev Moran.

It is also the branch with the highest risk coefficient in the intelligence group.

Compared with those dark creatures that can be seen and touched, the unknown is the real fear facing mankind.

The idea that Celia wanted him to live beyond tonight could not be more obvious.

The headquarters of the imperial Royal demon hunting regiment is an ancient building with strong religious color, with reliefs, columns and domes.

Like a huge imperial palace, it is located in the north of the imperial capital, only one intersection from the Demon Hunter College.

Take the check-in card and find the psychic investigation department.

He was received by a short, charming girl with round glasses.

The freckled face seemed to keep smiling all the time.

"Well... Cole walker, the new intern of the magic eye brigade? Cross the corridor, turn right, and the third room on the left is their office."

After telling Cole the address, she pushed the frame and smiled, "I hope I can see you alive the morning after tomorrow. Go in."

The office door was unlocked. Cole knocked and went in.

There sat four men and a woman, all busy with their own affairs.

Cole took off his hat, took the check-in card in his hand and said, "cole walker, sir Trevor asked me to report here."

No one will be in a new person's feelings, not to mention, someone specially told them, some people will die in the next task.

Who would be happy to flirt with a dead man?

When Cole finished, he only got a cold response from the woman.

"The action starts in 20 minutes. I hope you don't hold us back, newcomer."

If other newcomers join a team for the first time, no matter how they are treated, they take the initiative to show weakness, and then seek integration, which is the best choice to protect their lives in the next task.

Take the initiative. For example, you don't feel embarrassed when you stick a hot face to a cold ass. you start to introduce yourself in situ, or introduce yourself to the elders of the magic eye brigade one by one, pray that you can get the favor of one of them, and then get some care.

Even if they are still ignored or ridiculed.

In order to save his life, even if he was angry, he had to lick his face and smile.

As for Cole

He put the check-in card back into the pocket of his coat, found a soft looking leather chair and pulled it out from under the table.

The harsh friction sound between the chair feet and the floor is particularly eye-catching.

Throw it gently.

The black top hat draws an elegant arc in the air and hangs accurately on the hanger.

Then sit down heavily and lift your legs on the table.

He took out his favorite metal flip windproof lighter, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, choking smoke, and was carried by the breeze through the corridor to the noses of five people.

"Cough..."

Cole's style was like a newcomer. People who didn't know thought it was the supreme officer of the magic eye brigade who came back.

Even, he could take out his cigarette box and smile at the five people with livid faces, "does anyone want one?"

One of the tall, thin men with sunken eyes angrily said, "newcomer, who let you sit in the position of Captain Moran?"

Another strong man covered with tendons sneered and said, "forget it, Jeff, since he likes to sit, let him sit there. After all... Ha ha."

If violence is not for drinking, it will be meaningless.

Cole has always believed this sentence.

In line with the idea that someone must be beaten first today, he got up, put one hand in his trouser pocket, walked to the table of the muscular man, with a cigarette in his mouth, frowned and knocked on the table, then hooked his hand and signaled to give him something.

The strong man looked up at him with a cold face and said in a bad tone, "what's up?"

Exhale gently.

The smoke brushed his face like a blue cotton.

Suddenly.

The guy who looked very calm had angry veins on his forehead for a moment.

Cole said indifferently, "give me the Task Briefing."

"Fuck you!"

The strong man slapped the table and stood up suddenly.

Looking at Cole half a head shorter than him, he took back his fists raised several times.

Then he pointed to Cole's nose, suppressed his anger and said, "you're lucky this time, newcomer."

He picked up a document, threw it to him, picked up the flat iron bottle of whisky on the table and walked out angrily.

"Tut."

The strong figure who had come to the door, because he heard the disdain voice behind him.

Almost breathless.

He stiffened at the door for two seconds before he slammed the door and left.

The other four were silent, but looking at Cole was the same as looking at the dead.

Grant didn't hit him. He must be worried about sending him to the hospital so that the boy could escape.

For Cole.

In a sense, he just looked at the five very unhappy, especially their immediate boss was still a sissy, so he just wanted to beat them with the iron fist of justice.

Good students can't learn.

Cheating, bullying and revenge for public and private interests are very similar.