In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 53 The upcoming meeting (please follow up)

seven hours.

The demon tide in Chicago was restless for seven hours.

Tens of thousands of devils are completely like puppets who have lost their wisdom, wandering in the lifeless city, as if they were ordered by higher-level monsters.

Once the breath of the demon hunters is detected, these demons and evil spirits will swarm in like a tsunami!

Different from before, this time the evil spirits released from the magic bottle showed extremely strange synergy and similarity.

They seem to have some hidden deep purpose.

However, after seven hours of hunting, the witchers managed to turn Chicago into a hunting ground for the extermination of evil spirits.

"The operation is over."

The morning glow is charming.

The sky gradually turned a layer of light pink, and the clear skyline was reflected on the lake, and the breeze was blowing on the water, making ripples.

The morning glow slowly rises from a distance, covering the city of Chicago under the rising sun.

High-rise buildings and landmark buildings become more dazzling at this moment, towering over the city center and dotting the whole city.

In Millennium Park, a seamless stainless steel statue inspired by liquid mercury shines in daylight.Its shell mirrors the city skyline of Chicago, but the reflection is distorted by its elliptical shape.

This is "Cloud Gate" designed by Anish Kapoor.

The fountain next to Cloud Gate melted into thousands of fresh water mist, which became more shiny under the sunlight, shining like mercury.

Ryan Winston bathed in the morning light.

With a calm expression on his handsome face, he grasped the handle of the knife, and after gently wiping the dirt off the knife with the corner of his clothes, he slowly put the knife back into its sheath.

"The operation is over."

He said to the communication terminal.

Lifting his head, he looked towards the sky.

Between the prominent tall buildings, it seemed that there were birds flapping their wings in the foul and bloody air, speeding away from this sea of ​​blood.

The dilapidated building looks more tragic because of the morning light, and the purple blood reflects the arc light, which is quite beautiful in war damage.

"receive."

"Operator Ryan, you are doing very well."

The staff of the Demon Hunting Agency seemed very excited.

Although Ryan's performance has long been engraved in their minds, last night this madman who hunted demons ran wildly all over the city, destroying the tide of demons with extremely efficient and violent power.

The staff were still shocked.

Won't this guy be tired? !
"Operator Ryan, the mission lasts for seven hours, and all the demons wandering in Chicago will be wiped out!"

"Chicago will remember its heroes."

A voice came from the communication device.

Lane stretched, his keen hearing picking up the roar of the helicopter's engines and the whine of the propellers tearing through the air.

Looking up, a black shadow floated in the distant sky.

He doesn't care about the so-called merit.

Looking down at the time, after a whole night of ecstasy hunting, Ryan has long lost the sense of time.

6:12 pm.

It wasn't long until the nine o'clock "meeting".

Hanging Shentu on his back, Ryan quietly watched the helicopter flying towards the park square under his feet.

"Glory belongs to all witchers."

"Comrade."

"The idea of ​​individual heroism is very unhealthy."

Ryan's calm voice was transmitted to the central control room of the demon hunting agency through wireless communication.

"I think that although there are no audiences, this city will remember all the warriors who hunted demons in this land."

The control room was silent.

"."

"Has anyone said that he is a good speaker?"

An operator scratched his face. He always felt that the term "comrade" and the term "personal heroism" sounded familiar.

"Natural leadership qualities!"

"The treasure of the demon hunting organization, the famous pioneer of demon hunting!"

In the corner, a hairy and extremely tall demon hunter was extremely excited.Speaking extremely weird English, he smashed the wooden table with one punch.

He is of Europa race, and his hometown is Moscow.

Mother tongue is Russian.

Absolutely love vodka.

"Dear operators, now is not the best time to praise your outstanding juniors."

"If you have anything to say, you can write it into the execution record."

Minister Roger clapped his hands.

"In less than three hours, we will have a meeting with representatives of the Lawrence family and the saints of [Apocalypse Church]."

"Chicago's distress is only temporarily lifted."

"Behind this, there are more powerful behind-the-scenes black hands contributing to the flames."

The staff fell silent for a moment.

Needle dropping could be heard throughout the central control room, and these elites were even breathing slowly in sync, showing extremely serious expressions.

Minister Roger turned his head. On the screen in front of him was the interior cabin of the helicopter and the picture of Ryan wearing the pilot's headset.

Roger pressed the microphone.

"Operator Ryan, the magic bottles scattered in Chicago have been controlled by us. Eleven alchemy matrices are unfolding. Once there is any change, the demon hunting organization will receive the information as soon as possible."

Ryan squinted his eyes. He held the tablet computer in his hand, and a dozen images of different areas were displayed on the computer.

He touched it casually, and the pop-up window instantly enlarged.

The treacherous magic bottle was tightly bound by orange chains, and operators in black surrounded it.

There are countless machines and weapons surrounding it to protect it.

Scientists in white coats operate the instruments.

"According to our detection, the contents of the eleven magic bottles have been [dumped], and they are now empty."

The staff in the demon hunting agency said into the microphone.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Ryan raised his eyebrows.

For some reason, he had a strange premonition.

unspeakable.It's like there is an itching somewhere in the body, but you can reach out to scratch it, but you still can't grasp the pain point.

Very frustrating.

"Better so."

Lane, who has been defrauded many times by telcos, suffers from ptsd.

If you say yes, then it is——

He sighed, and then said, "Is there any news from the Lawrence family?"

"The meeting is ready."

"The Lawrence family——Adair Christopher sent a communication at 5:25, saying that representatives of the Lawrence family will come to the witch hunt in advance."

The staff member said.

"What about [Apocalypse Church]?"

Ryan was a little curious.

"drop!"

The screen on the tablet in Ryan's hand changed.

That's an image taken by a drone from the sanctuary.

In the middle of the ruined street, a crimson cross was embedded in the ground.

The cross cracked the surrounding ground, and the shocking destructiveness was deeply reflected in the surrounding buildings.

The deep purple demonic blood splattered over a wide range, and the demon's demonic body was abnormally distorted and broken, as if it had been kneaded into boneless pieces by extreme strange force.

The purple blood melted under the bright golden sunlight, and the ear-piercing sound of melting resounded throughout the entire street.

"."

Seeing this scene, Ryan was amazed.

"Is this done by the clergy of the church?"

"It's really full of martial arts."

Under the warm sunlight, a tall and straight figure came to the building of the demon hunting agency.

He holds a Bible in his hand, his melancholy face is covered by a rough beard.

"The witch hunt mechanism."

The bushy beard trembled slightly, the priest's tone was very soothing, and his voice was quite soft. This seemed to be a habit he had developed for a long time. No matter what the occasion, this man who often read the scriptures must remain calm and indifferent.

"."

"Lane Winster."

Suddenly, he looked at the building with a solemn expression.

　I have seen it all.

　　Then take my word for it:
　　A letter to readers -

　　Love you guys.

　　There is one more tonight.

　　There are many things to do in the graduation season, but I am happy to tell you that the internship is over this week!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)