In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 37 Departure, Chicago!

"sieve--"

Ryan held the strong noodles with his chopsticks and put them in his mouth. He raised his head and drank the soup in the noodle bowl in one gulp. He made an extremely indecent noise.

After returning to the academic department, it was getting late.

At this moment, he was in the cafeteria of the academic department, sitting on a bench. There were only a few people in the huge hall. It was conceivable that the students of the academic department did not seem to have the habit of eating supper.

Turning his head, motioning to the aunt at the window for another bowl of noodles, he took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, opened the academic exchange forum, and read it with relish.

"Mission report: The process of solving the incident of the evil god coming in New York State."

Tristan was extremely efficient. After Ryan handed over the task to him, it took almost one night for him to hand over a very detailed and official report to Ryan.

Although he fainted during the battle between Ryan and the evil god, he thoughtfully left out this part of the content, and after listening carefully to the team leader's battle with the evil god, he thoroughly perfected it.

"Tsk tsk, as expected of a family of knights."

"Awesome."

Ryan flipped through the comments and gave Tristan a heartfelt thumbs up.

In the comments, both old and new students expressed their inner shock. Most of these contents were not nutritious, and Ryan flipped his fingertips indifferently.

He has been watching the recent occurrences of demons around the world.

"Tuk!"

Another bowl of beef noodles came to the table.

Ryan raised his chopsticks and stared at the information on the screen.

suddenly.

His eyes lit up, and the magnificent pupils shone with a gleam.

"Chicago, the windy city, has been reduced to a hell where evil spirits revel!"

Five days ago, the Chicago Demon Hunting Agency sent a report to the headquarter, that traces of evil spirits could be seen in almost every corner of Chicago.

Appalling civilian casualties.

A chilling mental illness.

The smell of blood almost pierced through the sky.

Bury this developed city.

Countless civilians fled this crazy hell like avoiding the plague, and the order of the city almost collapsed.

In such a severe situation.

Branches across the country, such as Boston, Memphis, and the San Francisco and Washington branches whose overall combat effectiveness is only below the headquarters, have almost transferred the main demon hunters to Chicago.

Coupled with the continuous support from the logistics department and the medical department to Chicago, this has stabilized the situation.

however.

Sad news came.

The situation in Chicago is deteriorating towards the worst.

"Dozens of the best demon hunters from the headquarters of the demon hunting organization are still stationed in Antarctica."

"It is rumored that on the ice sheet of Antarctica, which can almost be called permafrost, an area of ​​ten thousand years of ice has disappeared, replaced by a magnificent blood-colored mountain range."

"This extremely weird and abnormal scene made the high-level officials of the church feel uneasy. Therefore, they listed this incident as [most dangerous] and spared no effort to investigate."

This has led to the shortage of manpower in the headquarters.

Damn!

The world is too messed up.

The current situation can be called a leak in the house and rain all night!

Ryan looked at the comments and couldn't help frowning.

"The Church has sent messages for help to branches around the world."

"At present, the London branch and the Tokyo branch have begun to send operatives to support."

"The support force of the ally [Tianshi Mansion] is led by the first disciple of the No.60 sixth generation of Tianshi."

"The Paris branch said."

"Oh, hell!"

Lane nearly ate the noodles up his nose.

"Contemporary Joan of Arc was on the way to Chicago by plane, was attacked by an unknown air attack, and is still floating in the Atlantic Ocean!"

I hope this contemporary hot girl will not be swept into the Arctic Ocean by ocean currents!
As expected of the French.

There is a sense of humor everywhere.

His eyes moved away from the cynicism of the British students.

The corner of Ryan's mouth twitched, his expression froze.

A strange premonition suddenly rose in his heart.

I always feel that he will be busy next time.
"Drip drip!!"

next moment.

The ear-piercing notification sounded suddenly, and the phone kept vibrating and buzzing. At the same time, a dialog box popped up on the screen to prompt what happened.

Like a hippopotamus, Ryan poured the noodle soup into his stomach.

He stood up neatly and left the academic department cafeteria.

"Emergency Call:"

"Cadet Ryan Winster."

"Please arrive at the church apron within 10 minutes."

Sender - Alexia Heisenberg.

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"Sorry to interrupt your mealtime, kid."

Ryan was sitting in the cabin of the helicopter, holding a tablet in his hand. In the tablet, the old man wearing gold-rimmed glasses looked apologetic.

"Boom!"

The helicopter roared.

It was heading towards the tarmac of the academic department at a high speed, where there was already a special plane ready to go, waiting for his arrival.

With his headphones on, Ryan appeared calm.

"Except for forgetting to swipe the card before leaving, there was no rush."

He hooked the corner of his mouth and made a joke.

"The special plane prepared for you has prepared food."

"As for your consumption in the canteen of the academic department, after you are confirmed as the executor of the Nemesis plan, it will be all free."

The old man has a relaxed voice.

"Let's get down to business, Chairman."

Ryan interrupted Heisenberg's digression.

He already knew that this very approachable old man who liked cheap traditional cigarettes was the first and only pastor of the Alchemy Temple. He was indeed very low-key.

He is so low-key that even if he is a professor in the academic department, only a very small number of students know his identity.

In the past, it wasn't until the students graduated, at the graduation ceremony of the senior year, that they were surprised to find out that this Professor Alexia was the chairman of the Holy Church, and he was also the strongest person in the Holy Church.

"As you probably already know, Chicago's Evil Halloween."

Ryan nodded.

"The situation in Chicago is not optimistic. Many of our operators are injured. Although many branches have gone to help, how can the headquarters be absent?"

Heisenberg smiled, and he said meaningfully: "You may not know, when the documents of the Nemesis Project were presented in front of many branch ministers, how many little guys sent me information about who is Ryan Winster?" Greetings too."

Ryan stroked the ancient alchemy knife.

He felt the quaint nicks and the vigor of the metal.

"The implementation of the Nemesis Plan requires the cooperation of demon hunting agencies around the world."

Heisenberg smiled.

"Show yourself, kid."

This time I went to Chicago to support, in addition to hunting demons and eliminating disasters, there is another purpose——

Lane shook his head.

"Professor, may I make a request?"

"Tell me."

Heisenberg looked at Lane.

"I want to make a fuss without limit."

Ryan gave the chairman of the Alchemy Temple a shot of vaccination.

"Your free time."

The two sides tacitly hung up the communication.

Ryan opened the hatch and jumped out of the landing helicopter.

He looked at the flat runway in front of him. At the end of the runway, a small passenger plane had been waiting for a long time.

(End of this chapter)