Chapter 29

Putting his pen on the table, he continued, "there's another thing, a little gossip. It's said that there's a big man on it who appreciates you very much, Mr. walker.

If the matter in bath town is delayed for another week, more people will die, and the consequences may be worse. You not only get the most accurate information, but also do the work of the implementation team together.

Ha ha, those bastards must be very sorry now. Why didn't they assign you to the execution team yesterday. "

Gesturing to the female assistant to pass his personal card to Cole, he smiled and said, "call me anytime if you need it."

After a polite greeting.

Leaving the office of the chief of the psychic investigation section, hardy couldn't help feeling excited. He kissed the triangular medal symbolizing the next exile sequence and said incoherently, "one year, a whole year! Mr. Cole, I really don't know how to thank you."

Unfortunately, Trevor Moran, who packed up his office and was ready to go, and the two people who left the office, hit each other in the corridor.

The Playboy, who often smiles, has scattered his hair and looks embarrassed today, just like eating a fly.

The enemy is particularly jealous when he meets him.

The richer Cole's reward and the more appreciated by his superiors, the more incompetent he is.

Even more ridiculous.

The originally designed dead end became the boy's springboard and became the captain of the comprehensive investigation section, the middle exile serial demon hunter.

You know, yesterday he was just an intern at his own discretion.

The huge gap and the cruelty of reality made Trevor want to punch Cole's cold, cupping face.

Hardy whistled, opened his arms and stopped in front of Trevor, laughing, "Wow! Boss, let's see who this is? Trevor Moran, the supreme officer of the great immortal magic eye brigade, tut Tut, but now he has become a poor worm.

Your face is so ugly. Have you been kicked out by your old friend? "

With a calm face and the advantage of height, triff warned from a commanding position, "Hardy, if you don't want to ask for trouble, you'd better get away."

Cole gently shakes the cigarette box, lowers his head and takes out a cigarette. While lighting a cigarette, he frowns and says indifferently, "regret it?"

"Regret?"

Trivpi said with a smile, "if you mean you can't kill you yourself, yes."

After taking a deep breath, Cole came to him, and the white smoke drifted slowly in their eyes.

"Tell Celia it's not over yet."

"Hehe, are you threatening me?"

"Yes, get out."

If it were a deserted field, Cole would definitely smash his fake smiling face with one shot.

Triff looked embarrassed and stood still for a moment. With a cold hum, he got out of the way of the corridor and held back his stuffy fire, which made his footsteps particularly heavy and hurried.

Hardy raised a middle finger to his back and scolded, "go away! Cao NIMA's waste sissy!"

Seeing triff's embarrassed voice disappear at the entrance of the stairs, the little man immediately put on a smiling face and said, "boss, why don't I go to the comprehensive investigation section with you?"

Cole looked at him and didn't respond.

Hardy scratched his head and said awkwardly, "don't look at me like this. In the past, when I was in the magic eye brigade, the tracking task has always been handed over to me, and there has never been a mistake."

"Really?"

"Er... Only living creatures. I don't have your powerful ability to track supernatural dark forces."

It's more useful to lead a team and have more satisfactory subordinates than to have more trouble and trouble makers, even if this guy's personal strength is quite weak.

Cole thought about it for a while and said, "write an application and submit it tomorrow."

Hardington was surprised when he said, "so you agree?!"

The footsteps of the two people gradually faded away, and the corridor of the psychic investigation department returned to calm. Only the short girl sitting at the reception desk put her pen against her chin, as if she were talking to someone or talking to herself, "it's so interesting. She won the title of middle ranking sequence on the second day of her internship.

Darby, when was the last time we met such a demon hunter? "

...

As a custom of the demon hunting regiment.

After becoming a regular intern, all interns have a chance to learn sequence secrets for free.

At the moment, at the sequence secret office 300 meters underground of the headquarters of the demon hunting regiment, a fat old man with limping and greasy hair stuck to his scalp stopped in front of cole and Hardy.

He had a bottle of rum in his right hand and an eye patch in his left eye.

If you change another hand into an iron hook, you are like a pirate ship captain.

"Your permission, burp - where's the license?"

Hardy hurriedly took out his and Cole's licenses and smiled, "Hardy betani, this is Cole walker. We are the demon hunters who have just become regular."

"Hum! Stop talking nonsense. I'm not interested in who you are. Go in."

After the guards of the secret house left, hardy lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "that guy was the gatekeeper of the secret house just now, next to the slaughter sequence, crazy dog Nicky Carville.

It's said that when he was dealing with a witch, his soul suffered serious trauma. Since then, he has become crazy. Anyway, we should stay away from him. He's right. "

As the top secret of the demon hunting group, the sequence secret office is heavily guarded. In addition to the mad dog Nicky, it also needs to pass two levels of identity verification to enter it.

There is a lot of space in it. The book shelves three stories high are neatly sealed with evil code and forbidden books collected from everywhere.

As for the real secret place

Cole and Hardy are now standing in an independent suspended building with only an obsidian column, empty and nothing else.

Follow the rules of learning secrets.

Because of the differences of individual souls, the power of sequence will help demon hunters choose the right secrets.

Cole put his hand on the stone pillar and felt cold. The force of the sequence passed through his body like a slight current.

Lines of simple and strange words and patterns flitted through his consciousness.

When the skeleton carving symbolizing the sequence of slaughter on the Obsidian pillar gave out a dim scarlet light, an incomparably powerful but gentle force pushed Cole out of the sequence secret.

It's hard for him to describe his current feeling in words, as if someone had forcibly stuffed something that didn't exist into his soul.

That kind of heavy feeling is stronger than when I received the spell and secret art in the world of soul summoning I.

Like a steel chariot, it rumbled over his soul, which was very strange.

Kohl can understand the words in his consciousness that he clearly can't read.

Slaughter secret: Blood flame.