Chapter 22

Send Penny away.

Cole put the ring on the palm of his hand and knocked it hard. It was made of sterling silver and inlaid with an inverted human bone polished into a hexagon.

Its thickness and width are more like a ring than a ring.

The inner side is densely rusted with the same unknown language as the mantra.

Put the ring on the index finger of his left hand. Cole put his hand in the bag and walked up to Jeff. He used to frown like a gentleman. The mob hugged him on the shoulder and whispered, "triff Moran, your captain and Celia's distant cousin.

I guess he must have been persuaded by the coin pool before he promised to let you kill me in the first task. "

Pointing to the others with his right hand holding a cigarette, he said, "but nothing is absolute. If one of you is willing to follow me, I promise he won't die in the next task."

With that, Cole leaned against the door, puffed and said indifferently, "there's only one chance. Take advantage of it."

Jeff sneered and turned back to his seat first.

Another young man with brown hair followed.

The woman glanced at Cole without expression, and then turned her eyes to a small young man with the lowest sense of presence in the office.

With a scolding tone, he said coldly, "Hardy, go back to your position."

The little man seemed very nervous and trembled.

His temples even shed a cold sweat, held his hands together and said shivering, "Lydia, i... I don't want to be your servant anymore. I'm also a demon hunter who graduated from the imperial Royal Demon Hunter College. Why do I always be a dog for you?"

The more he spoke, the more excited he became.

"And Trevor, he has stuck me in the formal application for a whole year! Haven't I done enough?

You bastards clearly want a free servant and attendant! I... I quit! "

Lydia, with a cold face, elongated her voice and warned, "Hardy."

Maybe it's a broken pot. He has put life and death aside. The little young man came to Cole, jumped up and scolded, "don't talk nonsense! You stink! If you didn't sleep with me every night, Trevor's color batch would let you be the vice captain? I wanted to scold you six months ago. It's a coin pool that will only flatter!"

Kill and kill.

As a team member who has worked together for a year, he knows what the other four people of operation magic eye are.

Lydia is a woman who can't shit except playing official, wearing small shoes and directing others to work.

Three years after becoming a regular, I can't learn a sequence secret.

This is not even as good as him.

Lydia, a somewhat beautiful woman, was once hard to see. Her chest fluctuated violently because of anger, and even her voice became distorted.

"Hardy, good... Good! You have seed!"

Jeff and I didn't expect that they were always silent and were shouted around by them. The submissive little Hardy betani suddenly jumped back and pointed at the nose of vice captain Lydia.

The tall, thin Jeff got up quickly and said angrily, "hardy! Apologize to vice captain Lydia immediately!"

"Apologize? Go away, you fool who deserves her fart!"

"You!"

It seemed to vent the resentment of being a dog in the magic eye brigade for a whole year. Hardy smiled brightly and stretched out his right hand to Cole excitedly. "Hardy betani, although I am your senior, if you can kill Trevor and these three fools, you will be my boss."

In his eyes, Cole should be as passionate and friendly about everything as he had just graduated from college.

Unfortunately, his outstretched hand froze in the air for at least five seconds, so that his cool expression began to freeze when he found his backer.

Cole took a cigarette out of his pocket and handed it to him. He said coldly, "do you smoke?"

Hardy Shanshan took his hand back, "uh... I won't."

"Oh, it's a good thing not to smoke. In fact, I don't like these choking paper rolls very much."

"Uh..."

Cole patted him on the back, stamped out the burned cigarette handle, and then said to Lydia, who was as ugly as pig liver, "your name is Lydia, isn't it? Gee, it's a pity to have such a good name."

Seeing that the atmosphere in the office is getting more and more tense, it only takes a little spark for the two sides to fight.

At this time.

The little girl Cole met earlier, holding a thick stack of documents, pushed the frame on the bridge of her nose, smiled and said, "are you ready to fight? Maybe I'm not here at the right time."

Lydia snorted coldly, looked at Cole and Hardy with dead eyes, walked up to the short girl and began to discuss some details in the process of task execution.

When the intelligence group and the executive group go out on missions, the biggest difference is that one has no reserve force and the other has a full set of logistics support system.

It is not only to avoid startling the snake in the process of intelligence collection, but also to protect those logistics systems whose combat effectiveness is about zero in the face of the unknown.

The mission location that the magic eye operation team needs to go to this time is the town of bath, 100 kilometers away from the capital.

A traffic jam.

Dangerous areas shrouded in thick fog by shoe teaching and unknown terror.

The cause of the incident was that a week ago, an Imperial Army Infantry squadron passed by there and disappeared a week later. Later, all the agents and private detectives sent by the military control commission to investigate the case also sank into the sea.

It was determined that there were supernatural forces in bath Town, and the investigation was entrusted to the imperial Royal demon hunting regiment.

Moreover, due to the special geographical location of this operation, the psychic investigation department only arranged another operation team as support. If there is no news after a week, the support team will enter it, reassess the risk, and the demon hunting regiment will assign a higher-level team to enter.

...

At three pm.

A half-way bus from the next city stopped slowly on the platform.

The driver of the bus was about 50 years old. He was fat and had a Mediterranean hairstyle. He looked at the last six guests getting off the bus from the rearview mirror, shook his head, rolled down the window and said to the little young man passing the window, "Hi, young man."

The little young man was wearing a long old brown coat and carrying a yellow luggage bag. His face was sad. At a glance, he knew that his life was very unhappy.

"Sir, are you calling me?"

The little man looked up and asked.

The driver looked around, glanced over the foggy town far from the platform, and said mysteriously, "if you come here to visit relatives, I advise you to leave."

"Sir, I don't understand what you mean."

The driver looked around warily, waved and hurriedly closed the window. Ignoring the doubts of the little youth, he stepped on the accelerator and soon disappeared into the thick fog at the end of the road.