Chapter 145

This time.

There was a quarrel downstairs.

Not long.

The door of the ward was pushed open.

Amelia, a female journalist, walked into the ward under the leadership of a police officer. As soon as she met Cole, tears couldn't stop flowing down her cheeks.

Put on a moving expression that after many years of separated relatives, they finally recognize each other.

Hold Cole tight.

At the same time, he whispered in his ear, "cooperate."

Loosen your arms, then dry your tears, break your tears into a smile and say, "I knew you were okay."

The demon hunter sitting opposite Cole got up and wondered, "who is this?"

The policeman shrugged and said helplessly, "she said she was Mr. Cole Walker's girlfriend, so..."

Frown.

Didn't say much.

Maybe others don't see any flaws.

But for Carl, the former master of love, the acting skills of female journalists are fake and embarrassing.

Before leaving.

The demon hunter seemed to think of something. He stopped, turned to Cole, stretched out his right hand and said, "I forgot to introduce myself. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Cole walker, deputy head of the executive team, Maxim Desai."

Shake hands and nod.

When the deputy leader of the executive team left the room, he commanded his men and began to clean up the werewolf body.

The female reporter patted her chest, took a breath and said to herself, "finally fooled through..."

Maybe she was born to do it.

The sensitivity to exclusive news is far more than ordinary people.

Originally, Cole was going to take the initiative to find her and poke the matter out in the tone of a reporter.

What queen and shit royal dignity.

So many people died, in the end, just to bury that bastard?

He is not interested in things between politicians and bureaucrats. As for hidden rules, which are worse than shit

It might be useful to put a gun directly against Cole's forehead.

The female reporter dragged cole to the window, hugged her chest with both hands and said suspiciously, "werewolves can't enter the imperial capital quietly or even come to the hospital, so how are you going to explain to me?

Mr. Cole. "

Look at her.

Glasses with metal frame, long brown hair tied behind the head, dark blue coat, wearing professional women's vest and shirt.

Maybe it's career.

Lack of women keen to dress up bright, but more informed sense of stability.

Frown and put out the smoke on the windowsill.

Cole put his hand in his trouser pocket, looked downstairs and said, "the obvious reason, Miss Amelia."

"Obvious?"

The female reporter frowned slightly, held her chin, meditated for a long time and said, "is that so..."

Then he smiled and held out his right hand to Cole.

"Anyway, you saved my life, thank you."

Didn't shake hands with her.

He turned to look her in the eyes and said indifferently, "now, there is an exclusive news in front of you. Are you interested?"

Aware of the deep meaning of Cole's words.

Amelia, putting her hand back, said solemnly, "you're questioning my professional attitude, Mr. Cole.

The people of the Empire have the right to know the truth. "

Cole turned, leaned against the windowsill and said indifferently, "this is about the royal family and the queen."

The click of the lighter sounded.

A wisp of smoke rose.

The female reporter's face changed slightly and said, "is it related to the royal family? Let me think... An honourable member of the Council?"

"Nicholas Franco."

"Wow, just tell me, aren't you afraid of getting into trouble?"

Cole took a cigarette, took a deep breath and frowned. "Considering the royal face, that bastard will die on duty.

But I think street lights are a better place for him.

Miss reporter. "

Amelia looked at Cole carefully and suddenly said with a smile, "you are a demon hunter with a strong sense of justice, Mr. Cole."

"Sense of justice?"

Cole smiled, took out his trouser pocket, turned to look at the female reporter and said, "if the demon hunting regiment didn't lock him up first, now he's dead."

"It seems that you don't believe much in the laws of the Empire."

Didn't respond to her.

Cole leaned against the windowsill and smoked.

After a silence.

"What about you? How did you appear in the imperial capital?"

The female reporter explained, "I'm still tracking the news of foy steel group. Luc foy has not been sentenced so far. My informant in the demon hunting group told me that the investigation has suffered great resistance and can't be carried out for a long time.

And the war of words on the other side of the court has not stopped.

If I have time, I'd like to write an exclusive interview column for you, um... Where do you live? "

"Burton building."

"Thank you."

Originally wanted to shake hands with Cole to say goodbye, but seeing his cold and inhuman face, the female reporter shrugged her shoulders slightly embarrassed and left the ward.

Maxim, who was dealing with the werewolf body in the corridor, gave them a deep look. His eyes were meaningful, but he didn't say anything.

Maybe for him.

It is a great shame for the demon hunting regiment and the sacrificed demon hunters to secretly deal with Theseus by dying on duty.

At 6 pm.

Cole and Carl met the director Baruch Lennon Butler who planned the internal investigation for the first time in the office.

A handsome man with medium build, meticulous oil head, spotless striped suit, half of a rose silk handkerchief exposed in his chest pocket, and quite soft eyebrows and eyes.

No more than forty years old.

There are all kinds of famous wines on the shelves in the office.

Stand in front of the wine rack.

Baruch said, "sit down first. Do you have any tebbi favorite wine?"

No one answered the question.

Take down a bottle of Randy manor heikati 1779, pour it to them, hold a glass and say with a smile, "gentlemen, drink to our victory."

The taste of black Katie is very bitter, but the taste is very mellow.

Cole took out the dark crow Penny gave him and handed it to him.

Baruch smiled, "this thing is no longer useful. I have to say, Mr. Cole walker, your presence is more useful than any evidence.

Five adult native werewolves.

It's interesting that that bastard can come up with such a bad idea when he is stared at by my people. "

Then say hello to Carl.

They left the office.

Outside the corridor, Carl said expressionless, "cole, I have to go home first. I may..."

Cole lit a cigarette and frowned. "I know what you want to say. Do it if you want."

"Thank you."

Even if Carl doesn't say.

Cole can guess.

The previous self talk on the train has made it clear that he will not stay in the black snake brigade, because leaving is the best choice if he wants to continue to climb in the demon hunting group.