Chapter 302

Mechanic wink valentier.

Trial sequence demon hunter.

Perhaps others will never think of how the nickname in front of his name came from.

But for the past ten years, he has been tracking the trail of natural disaster followers.

All relevant information about Alcatel and the natural disaster party belongs to the top secret within the demon hunting group.

Only the trial sequence demon hunter who is directly responsible for the task and the executive director of the demon hunting regiment who is connected with him know the relevant information.

Originally.

This rogue bastard and rotten man was full of resentment at Baruch's forced assignment to such a meaningless task.

In particular, the next morning, he was found naked from the bed of his "beloved" woman, and even threatened him with salary deduction and year-end bonus.

That's why the road is hostile to Cole and Hardy.

Who makes them the legitimate bureaucrats and demon hunters of Baruch.

Besides.

Cole walker, such a famous demon hunter at a young age, as an old generation, must seize the opportunity to rub his spirit.

Lest this young man with great potential lose his life because of inflated stupidity.

As for now

The taste of "pain" made him understand that Baruch obviously learned the truth of some events through some special channels.

Something about the vampire Alcatel he tracked for ten years and didn't find a hair.

Scourge party.

Aware of the seriousness of the problem, he thought that this was the site of karadishan and nachisus, who was badly bled, and a very bad idea appeared in his heart.

Isn't that... The old boy urori secretly colluded with Alcatel and tried to sacrifice his blood relatives?

In a sense.

Can live so long in the demon hunter industry, and even become one of the 13 trial sequences beyond bureaucratic succession.

In addition to the rotten attributes of gamblers and bastards.

Wink valentier, not as full of lies and unreliability as he looks.

His keen sense of the case is no less than Cole.

This time.

But a rustling sound came from the depths of the tunnel.

The crowd looked away.

I see.

They all thought that Cole, who was dead, appeared slowly at the entrance of the tunnel with a long knife with strange shape and winding black smoke.

Behind him.

The dense grey skin blood slaves crowded together, like a pile of flesh and blood monsters, roared with uneasy fear, but they were unwilling to give up and followed far behind.

Standing at the entrance of the tunnel, Raymond took a deep breath because he was shocked.

Hardy clenched the knife, pulled Cole out with his other hand, frowned and said, "boss..."

Jump out of the tunnel.

Cole looked down. Time: 4:20 a.m.

It's still some time before dawn.

"They won't follow for the time being. What about the others?"

"The vampire has left. Caius and another demon hunter have returned to golden harbor and are ready to convey the specific information to the headquarters as soon as possible."

Wenk came over and said, "did you run into Alcatel below?"

Cole turned and looked at the grey skin blood slave.

Simply take out the nuclear flashlight that has not been used for a long time, adjust it to high-power ultraviolet mode, aim it at the tunnel and put it on the ground.

After exposure to ultraviolet light.

The shrill scream and the burning flame are intertwined in the tunnel.

Sit down and block the entrance of the tunnel to prevent the blood slaves from chasing out and fleeing to nearby towns, causing irreparable disaster.

There was no immediate response.

Take out a cigarette, light it, frown and say, "do you know him?"

Wink licked his lips greedily, nodded and said, "I've been chasing him for ten years. If you've touched that bastard, you should understand that if he wants to go, no one can stop him."

Cole saw his eyes greedy.

Hold the cigarette box in your hand. "Do you want it?"

Wink, who had never had skin or face, smiled, rubbed his hands and said impatiently, "of course, if you like."

It's just his style.

Let hardy frown together. It seems that in his heart, the powerful and mysterious images of the thirteen demon hunters have completely collapsed.

After satisfying the addiction.

Wink glanced at the grey skin blood slave who was stacked in the tunnel and fought with the ultraviolet light. He picked his eyebrows, which was completely different from his cowardly appearance of being in the nest and seeing that the situation was bad and smearing oil on the soles of his feet.

Sitting beside Cole carelessly, highlighting the smoke ring and tightening his collar to avoid the cold wind from pouring in, he looked up at the night sky and sighed in a vicissitudes of life tone, "do you know why I have chased him for ten years?"

Cole didn't respond.

"My family, my players, all died in his hands. It's a blood feud, Cole."

Hardy, standing aside, heard him.

Suddenly, I began to understand why this guy who is proficient in eating, drinking, gambling and drawing was like this.

Not everyone can easily get out of the suffering of life.

However, Cole said coldly, "you lie as embarrassed as you gamble, Mr. wink."

"Wow, have you been seen through?

Tut.

I also want to give you a good education. "

It doesn't matter to lean on the mound.

After a silence.

Wink frowned, "it's about a top secret mission at the level of natural disaster party. It's impossible for demon hunters at your level to touch.

But now that you two have been involved, you have to be aware that your family is dead. "

Talk.

He looked back at Cole and hardy and said in a rare serious tone, "I'm serious this time, you two. Although I'm not very friendly with my colleagues, every demon hunter in the trial sequence is an orphan.

You know what I'm talking about.

Hardy, I've read your profile. You're the luckiest newcomer I've ever seen.

however.

Listen to my advice, you'd better turn around and leave now and take the initiative to leave this mission. Even if you don't think for yourself, you have to think for Marian and your parents. "

Take a deep breath of a cigarette.

Wink's eyes looked into the distance and became a little complicated.

"This kind of task is better left to people like Cole and me, Mr. betani."

Maybe a rotten man like wink valentier can't spit a truth out of a dog's mouth.

But the advice and self mockery of Hardy.

Maybe he thought of something in the past.

To become so serious.

Cole and wink sat outside the nest of hundreds of thousands of grey skin blood slaves, talking and laughing.

Hardy was always nervous.

His eyes glanced into the tunnel from time to time. There was a scream and a cry of death. Even in the cold wind, his forehead was still covered with a fine cold sweat.

The hand holding the knife trembled slightly.

Shortness of breath.

Not to mention what wink said.

Now?

The little young man finally began to believe that apart from Cole walker, the immediate boss he admired most may only be the trial sequence, and those demon hunters who have experienced great storms will be like the bastard wink valentier.

It's okay.

Sitting on the face of the grey skin blood slave's nest, he even sighed about life with leisure.