I am a Taoist priest in the extraordinary world

Chapter 24 Captain's Strength

Ding Ding Deng!
Dante immediately withdrew his hand, raised his gun and stepped back a few steps, standing next to his captain.

Leon took off the windbreaker on his body, handed it to the relieved Dante, and said with a smile, "Take the clothes and go to the side for a rest."

Ignoring the pastor's vigilant and flustered eyes, he pointed to Joseph in the "floor brick jar":

"Did you take the initiative to release him, or will I release him after I kill you?"

As expected of being the captain, looking at the tone, eyes, and attitude, Dante sighed very handsomely, feeling excited about surviving a catastrophe.

No wonder there are always scenes in novels where the hero saves the beauty and the girl promises her body, who can bear it?
Compared to the ease here, the middle-aged pastor on the opposite side obviously became nervous, no longer maintaining his high profile just now, and said:

"I did not cause any actual harm to these two SBI members."

Leon shook his head impatiently, sighed, took out a delicate and gorgeous pistol from the gun pocket inside the suit, and skillfully pulled the safety off.

Aim at the floor ahead and pull the trigger.

For an instant, Dante saw only a string of fiery flashes erupting from the muzzle of the gun, shattering the floor tiles around where the priest stood.

A shuttle shot ran out of bullets, and Leon threw off the magazine blankly, and the shell case fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Emotional damage counts."

The pastor stood still, not daring to move at all, and a few drops of cold sweat even rolled down his forehead.

Leon Nofinks, the Extraordinary who ranks 176th on the Sect of Truth's crime list, the fourth-level Dusk Knight, killed [-] members of the sect, and arrested more than a thousand believers
A series of information emerged from his memory, and he couldn't help but curse a certain guy in his heart:
"Damn Owen, he never said the SBI sent this butcher!"

As the third-level apostle of reason, he can easily handle the second-level fighters, but he will never be an opponent of the Dusk Knight.

That is an Extraordinary who has been promoted to the intermediate stage, no matter in terms of strength or spirit, he has the special job of naturally restraining himself!

Dante looked at the priest who was caught in some complicated emotions with interest, and compared with the relaxed and comfortable captain beside him, he couldn't help being a little envious.

Is this the crushing of high-level Extraordinary people against low-level ones? The other party doesn't even dare to have the courage to resist.

When can I achieve this effect?
I'm still a rookie!
"Although the panic and fear you showed at this time are exactly the same as those lunatics from the truth sect before, but for the sake of the third level, I am still willing to give you another chance."

Lyon imitated the pastor's previous tone, took out a pair of silver handcuffs from his pocket, threw them over, pointed forward with the hand holding the pistol, and said:
"Copy it yourself."

There was a flash of struggle on the pastor's expression, and his expression kept changing. He gritted his teeth and said, "God never taught us to catch without a fight."

"A lot of nonsense."

Leon threw the pistol to Dante who was on the side, and smiled: "Next, look carefully."

Before Dante could react, his figure disappeared instantly on the spot, leaving only an afterimage.

"boom!"

Before he even had time to turn his head, Leon had already grabbed the priest's collar and slammed down with his right hand, smashing the priest who was also unresponsive into the floor tiles.

A burst of smoke dissipated, and the pastor felt as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer, with blood continuously overflowing from his mouth.

On the ground, with the circular collapse as the center, all the surrounding floor tiles are cracked, like a web of spider silk, criss-crossing.

The pastor struggled frantically, waving his hands and feet indiscriminately, but he couldn't break free from Leon's grip on him.

Dante trotted a few steps forward, and said, "Captain, Joseph is still trapped inside and cannot get out."

"Let him stay inside for a while, he has been in the action team for so long, and he can still miss when he brings newcomers."

Leon didn't take it seriously, even though his behavior looked extremely violent, his expression was still calm, as if he had done an insignificant thing.

He tilted his head and looked at the priest who was spitting out blood with deep eyes:
"You are very lucky, because you are the first one I caught after I came to Nolan."

After finishing speaking, he pressed his left hand on the priest's forehead, lowered his eyes, and recited a few words softly.

"me."

The priest tried to speak, but blood clogged his throat, and all he could say was inaudible whimpers.

With the end of Lyon's chanting, the priest's desperately struggling body softened in a moment, and he tilted his neck and fell into a deep coma just like the ordinary people who had been dispelled by Dante before.

Leon stood up, took out a square towel from his pocket with his clean left hand, wiped off the blood on his right hand, and threw it on the Extraordinary of the Truth Sect.

Afterwards, he walked to the side of the "floor tile can", tapped his toes wearing leather shoes, and the floor tiles that were tightly attached to each other shattered, revealing Joseph with a very aggrieved expression inside.

"Captain, I."

"It's good that people are fine." Leon interrupted the fighter who was about to speak, and said with a smile:

"Hand him back for interrogation. After the end, you can go to Old Tom for additional training for a month."

"Yes." Joseph got up from the ground, patted the dust off his body, with a dejected expression.

Extra training?

Can I join?

Dante pricked up his ears and heard the word beside him.

Through today's battle, he had a strong, irresistible desire to become stronger.

Although I have Taoism skills, but due to the low professional level, I have almost lost my strength just by using the golden light spell and the simplest exorcism hand technique, not to mention the extremely bad marksmanship.

You can't pin your hopes on the timely appearance of the captain every time.
Dante thought of this, and said, "Can I join together?"

"Normally speaking, this is the treatment of an official team member." Leon walked over slowly with one hand in his pocket, took the pistol, and put it back into the gun pocket inside the suit.

"Okay." Dante said a little discouraged.

"However." Leon stopped and looked at him with a smile: "From your performance today, our secret readers seem to have different abilities."

Captain, it turns out that you have already arrived here
Dante opened his mouth. He couldn't help hiding the situation at the time, but now it became unexplainable.

After all, such things as Taoism are inexplicable.

Fortunately, Leon didn't intend to delve into it. Those blue eyes stared at his eyes and said:
"Everybody's allowed to have secrets, as long as it's not bad, but you still have to make sure there's no risk of getting out of control."

"Okay!" Dante nodded repeatedly.

"As for the additional training," Leon passed him and put on the windbreaker behind him, and his mellow voice came from afar: "After you get back, let's do it with Joseph."

"Got it, Captain!"

(End of this chapter)