Chapter 70

It was not until the evening that the Municipal Police Department announced the lifting of martial law in the whole city through the horn, and the emergency meeting held by the top level of the demon hunting group ended hastily.

After smelling the news.

The major newspapers in the imperial capital started work overnight.

A flood of reporters packed the gate of the headquarters.

The next morning.

An explosive news once again made the front page of the Lagrange daily.

"Forty seven years later, evil witches are coming to the imperial capital again!"

The subtitle reads: "should the demon hunting troupe be supervised by the public?"

This paper reviews the glorious history and achievements of the demon hunting regiment at the beginning of its establishment, and analyzes in detail how the decadent bureaucratic group has fallen into the vortex of power step by step, regardless of the life safety of the majority of imperial citizens.

List the bad events in history one by one and count the crimes of the demon hunting group.

Among them are the great tragedy in bath town and the return of witches to the imperial capital.

Not to mention whether the authenticity of the content of the article is worth studying, just talking about the title and the article itself will sell well, which is hot across the country.

Then add bricks and tiles to the public power and capital in the hands of the newspaper.

Royal Army hospital.

Hardy closed the newspaper and shouted, "shit! It's bullshit! Why didn't the bastards of Lagrange daily say anything about the loss of the demon hunting group?!"

Cole put down his lunch box, lit his cigarette, sat on another hospital bed and said, "is it strange?"

Really angry, the little man crumpled the newspaper into a ball and smashed it on the wall, "shit."

The female nurse in charge of dressing Hardy's sprained right foot squatted on the ground, looked up at Cole, showed a suggestive smile, picked up the iron plate, twisted her waist and left the ward.

Then.

Old barber and his assistant Miss Shane came into the ward with a fruit basket of sympathy.

Cole also met the chief of the comprehensive investigation section for the first time.

A middle-aged and elderly man with fat body, gray windbreaker, bald head and beard.

With his left hand on his back and his right hand in his narrow vest pocket, he smiled, "cole walker, Hardy betani, warrior of the comprehensive investigation section."

The little man looked at Cole, jumped out of bed, straightened up and said nervously, "good morning, chief barber!"

"Don't be so nervous. Sit down."

Let Shane put the fruit basket at the head of the bed, then took a document from her hand and said, "the trial court has handed over to me your opinions on the handling of your participation in the witch incident in violation of the regulations."

Pause slightly.

Under Hardy's gaping gaze.

In front of them, they tore up the disposal opinions, crumpled them into a ball and threw them into the trash can, "disposal opinions? Shit! I'll go back to Russell's bastard for trouble.

Ha ha, let's talk about you. How's it going? "

Cole said indifferently, "I'm fine."

The first time he was cared by the big leader, hardy felt his head very embarrassed and said with a smile, "I sprained my foot. I'll be fine after a few days of rest."

"That's good."

He looked down at his watch and said, "I'll give you three days off, adjust your body and come back to me. There's a case for you to deal with."

With his head down, old barber looked up at Cole, smiled, coughed and turned away from the ward.

Miss Shane pushed the frame on the bridge of her nose and said coldly, "the case has been delayed for a long time, and the headquarters can't draw out other psychic media to investigate.

Come back to me after you recover. The section chief told you not to put pressure on your work during this period, have a good rest and enjoy your holidays. "

When they leave.

Sitting in bed smoking, all kinds of boring hardy couldn't bear the curiosity in his heart, pulled out the disposal suggestions in the trash can and put them together again.

Fortunately, the damage is not serious and does not affect reading.

Hardy read word by word, "first, according to the law of the demon hunting regiment, Cole Walker and Hardy betani should be sentenced to half a year's imprisonment, deprived of the official title of the demon hunter and retained for inspection.

After discussion among the three judges, in view of their decisive performance in the witch incident, they will not be punished.

The Department shall pay no less than 300 pounds of consolation money and give no less than two days of leave.

Second, according to the principle of division of special work, the section chief of the Department should actively allocate them to the witch emergency department, action team witch Governance Office and other institutions as appropriate.

Third, in view of his less than one year of regular employment, lack of experience and special approval for professional title promotion, this event only records the contribution points... "When reading this, hardington fell into a strange silence. "Shit, boss, we were fooled."

without doubt.

The three hundred pounds that should have belonged to them disappeared.

And whether dispatched to the emergency department or the witch management office, it is tantamount to change to promotion.

The former is directly under the central government, while the latter department is one level higher than the investigation section. It is a brother of logistics support and enjoys preferential treatment.

The forefoot happily sent old barber's little man away, threw the disposal opinions back to the dustbin, and couldn't help scolding, "cunning old fox, shit."

...

Eleven in the morning.

In Hardy's amazing eyes, Cole ate the third lunch, and his injury began to repair quickly.

This time.

A slender old gentleman in a bowler hat knocked on the door and asked politely, "excuse me, is Mr. Cole Walker here?"

Cole leaned against the bed.

Holding a cigarette in one hand, he looked out of the window and ignored him.

Hardy said, "what's up?"

"There is a young lady waiting for him downstairs."

"Miss?"

Mention women.

The little man turned his head, looked at the indifferent Cole with resentment, and said in a sour tone, "boss, aren't you going to go down and have a look?"

Cole ran out his cigarette. "What can I do for you?"

The old gentleman said in an orderly manner without changing his face, "it's a business. She wants to talk to you alone."

get up.

Go downstairs with him.

A spotless, black and shiny Gottlieb Unicorn with pure gold logo and luxurious decoration stopped downstairs of the hospital.

Go to the window.

The old gentleman tapped the window three times.

The window was rolled down, and a sweet female voice came from behind through the black curtains.

"Mr. walker?"

With one hand in his trouser pocket, Cole frowned, smoked and said, "if you have something to say."

"There's nothing important."

Be silent for a moment.

The woman in the car said, "Swain, let's go."

The old gentleman stooped slightly, smiled apologetically at Cole, bypassed the front of the car and sat in the cab.

The moment the engine starts.

A hand with white lace gloves opened a gap in the curtain to reveal the curious brown eyes behind.

Look at Cole.

Looking down, with a reserved smile, he loosened his hand and the curtain fell.

Sitting in the limited edition Unicorn worth more than 5000 pounds and with no market, it disappeared at the end of the street.