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Chapter 47: Wild Hunt

After receiving the call from the police, Sheriff Smith sneered as he listened to the college student's hesitant, confused, frightened and extremely chaotic narration on the other end of the phone.

These days, college students are a bit too clear-headed. You can tell at a glance that they lack the experience of blood and fire. I really miss the past, the pioneers who were forging ahead in the New World...

Unlike today's college students, who are clear-headed and simple-minded but get panicked when encountering the slightest problem.

How can we build the United States like this? How can we serve the congressmen?

However, when he heard that it was a multi-psychiatric hospital, Sheriff Smith nodded in understanding.

A mental hospital? No wonder, after all, a violent mental patient appeared there not long ago.

Thinking of this, Smith opened the drawer and took a look at the inspector's epaulettes on his shoulders, then looked at the superintendent's epaulettes that had just been replaced a few days ago, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Thanks to this mental hospital, I have saved myself several years of detours. You know, the title of superintendent is the highest honor many police officers can get in their lifetime. Even many older police officers can only get an honorary title of inspector when they retire.

As for himself, he successfully made the front page of Manhattan Daily News with his merit of "In danger, a pregnant patient is trapped in the clutches of criminals. With two guns, the fierce police chief bravely fights against organ hyenas." and was promoted to a new police inspector with his fame.

I'm doing you a favor. There's some problem in the mental hospital and I didn't help out a bit, did I?
As for how terrible and confusing it is described by college students... haha!
After saying hello to the newly appointed assistant of Brother Hi, the two of them went out together - originally his assistant was not Brother Hi's, but there have been a lot of human rights movements during this period, and it is not easy for white male police officers to take action against male criminals who are hi, so the police station is also equipped with a Brother Hi to use magic to fight magic.

But to be honest, Smith felt that this was useless.

I, Smith, am the captain of the Eighth Avenue Police Department in Manhattan, New York. I have been stationed on the front lines of Hell's Kitchen for many years. I have a high status in both the black and white worlds. What kind of scene have I not seen?

I've never seen such a scene before!
Looking at the beautiful woman hanging on the wall like a cricket pupa, the man picking cotton under the wall, and the white man who took off his pants to spank the man...

Are you guys missing the old days too much?! I just miss the cowboy spirit of the old days, what are you missing?!
Thinking about this, Sheriff Smith looked around and made sure there were no Indians nearby before he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he quickly walked towards the mental hospital, intending to stop this farce which was extremely inconsistent with the current political correctness.

After firing three warning shots and looking at the unmoved people, Sheriff Smith snorted coldly, took out the handcuffs, and pulled out his belt...

Seeing Sheriff Smith and his assistant Hi Ge also joining in the activity of reminiscing about the past, Peter was silent for a moment and then gave up any idea of ​​stopping this scene.

Wait for the dean to come back. When the dean comes back, everything will be fine.

Thinking about this, Peter suddenly calmed down, and even felt that this extraordinary scene in front of him was nothing... After all, it was just a spanking, not food poisoning such as acute overdose of heavy metals.

As he was thinking, Peter suddenly realized that there seemed to be something wrong with his way of thinking.

Peter found that there was something wrong with his thinking. He took a deep breath and warned himself: "Parker, Parker, you are Peter Parker, not a Parker who was raised by force. You must not get used to this kind of thing..."

Thinking about it, Peter slapped his face and continued to sit in the guard room and think about how he could fill his volunteer experience today.

The next day, after returning from Asgard, Ron looked at the scene in front of him where everything was flourishing and full of vitality. He couldn't help but pick up his mobile phone, take pictures and post them on Twitter.

"Damn, today really opened my eyes. Florida? It's just a small Hell's Kitchen!"

Looking at the scene on his phone and the scolding from nearby Twitter friends Brother Wang, Councillor Ding, Yang Xiangtian, He Shanshuo, and gourmet Wang Yi, Ron smiled brightly.

Arriving at the door, he waved his hand and lifted the spell. Sheriff Smith and his assistant were startled. The cognitive barrier was released. Although it was just released casually, Sheriff Smith, who had not received any special mental training, was still hypnotized quickly. It was not cleaned up, but there should be no problem in the short term - it was a good time to try whether ordinary people could explode system coins.

In comparison, although Nick Fury had been picking cotton for three consecutive days, he was still full of energy. However, the moment he regained his freedom, he couldn't help but lie on the ground, with veins bulging on his head and covering his charred buttocks as if he had been fiercely expanded a hundred times by thousands of strong men.

Carlson hurriedly pulled up his pants and looked in horror at his boss, who was lying on the ground, twisting and turning like a maggot and making subtle groans from time to time. He was genuinely worried about his future career as an agent.

As for Hawkeye, the moment he regained control of his body, he immediately pulled out the folding bow behind him and pulled the bowstring to aim at Ron.

Ron: “?”

Looking at Hawkeye, Ron raised his eyebrows. Although he didn't say anything, after a moment of silence, Hawkeye also swallowed his saliva and silently put away the bow and arrow.

An instinctive feeling told him that this would be very dangerous.

Seeing Hawkeye was so sensible, Ron didn't pay much attention to it. He pulled Nick Fury up, looking at his butt that was even more perky than Captain America's, and Ron curled his lips in pity.

As expected of Nick Fury, he didn't bleed. The material of the underwear is one thing, and the impact resistance of the skin is also quite a skill. I don't know if it's because of the leather boss chair of S.H.I.E.L.D., or because he was hit hard.

"Brother, I have something important to do. Let's climb, climb, climb."

Hearing Ron's voice of expulsion, how could Nick Fury and the others dare to say anything? He limped to his feet, and after thinking for a while, Nick Fury asked, "S.H.I.E.L.D. offers generous treatment. If you have any requests, you can contact me at any time!"

"climb."

After taking a look at the time for the arrival of the Wild Hunt on the clock, Ron had no intention of paying any attention to Nick Fury.

Seeing Ron's inhumane look, Nick Fury and others gave up the idea of ​​continuing to win him over - mainly because the injury on his butt was too painful. How painful was it? Simply put, the continuous whipping and the sudden stop now dislocated Coulson's hand. Seeing Ron's unwillingness to pay attention to them, Nick Fury asked Hawkeye to rescue Natasha. Just as Hawkeye was about to cut the rope with a throwing knife, Geralt and Ciri walked past the crowd carrying popsicles.

At first, Nick Fury and others didn't notice it, and even thought with pride - this butt is not as perky as mine.

But as the unique color scheme came into view, Nick Fury was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked at Coulson beside him.

Not surprisingly, Coulson, whose underwear even had Captain America printed on it, had his eyes widened.

They looked at each other, and Nick Fury blinked his eyelids like a cramp and sent out Morse code; Did you see it clearly? Is it Captain America? !

Coulson immediately responded with a wink: "Of course! I promise, I have the Captain's official statue at home!"

Ok?
Hearing this, Nick Fury moved his body and found that something was wrong. He subconsciously wanted to ask if it was straight or curved, but when he thought about it, there seemed to be more than one place that could be used for molding. With his mind on the matter, his swollen buttocks could not help but do anal exercises, and Nick Fury gasped in pain, as if he was deep throating the air.

"It's that face, yes! It has exactly the same features as the model!"

Oh, that's how it is.

Nick Fury heaved a sigh of relief and finally relaxed. He felt a wave of relief or regret in his heart. He then took a deep look at Captain America, the Vibranium Shield, and the ice-blue cube that were frozen in the ice...

Although he had realized that Ron's power might be far beyond his imagination, after all, he had suffered a lot. But looking at the ice-blue cube, he thought of the information about Hydra that SHIELD had obtained, and the mysterious weapon that Hydra had secretly researched at the end of the war that could reverse the defeat...

Nick Fury felt so excited that he even felt that his butt didn't hurt that much.

Thinking in his mind, Nick Fury took out his cell phone. Soon a team of agents quickly arrived and carried the four people away on stretchers. On the way, Nick Fury was doing three things at once, thinking about what he had gained in the past two days - if there was any.

While thinking and recalling a lot of information about Captain America, Hydra, and the Cosmic Cube, I was also thinking about how many zeros should be filled in on the work injury compensation form.

TMD, Nick Fury, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the king of agents. Coulson, the senior agent and the model agent. Natasha, the elite Black Widow from the Red House of the former Soviet Union. And Hawkeye, who is just there to make up the numbers.

He ended up in a mental hospital?

They weren't even in a mental hospital, because they didn't even go in the gate, but just picked cotton for three days at the gate! Nick Fury was even sure that even if he went back a hundred years, he would definitely be appreciated by the farmer and live a happy life with fried chicken, watermelon and grape soda every day!
The envy and admiration of other people appeared in Nick Fury's mind, and an ambiguous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. But soon, Nick Fury punched him hard and looked at him with horror - Damn, what was he thinking? Why did such a picture and thought appear in his mind?
Thinking of this, Nick Fury couldn't help but look back at the mental hospital in the distance.

It must be that Ron guy! What the hell did he put into my brain?
On the other side, back at the mental hospital, Ron did not contact Captain America immediately, but looked at Geralt beside him and asked, "You also showed it, right?"

"Yeah." After taking a look at the system panel, Geralt nodded and said with a serious look in his eyes:
"Originally there was plenty of time, but suddenly, there was less than a day left."

"It's speeding up." Ciri crossed her arms and looked at Ron. "This means that Eredin has digested some of the ancient blood. He may have recovered his true power as the King of the Wild Hunt."

Hearing this, Ron also nodded.

The real power that Ciri talked about does not mean that Eredin becomes invincible, but that Eredin truly becomes the Wild Hunt before the first conjunction of the spheres in the witcher's worldview.

At that time, the Wild Hunt freely traveled through countless worlds, bringing pain, disaster, and slavery. If we say that when chasing Ciri, Eredin's strength could only exert less than half of his peak strength due to some fundamental deficiency.

Now, the recovery of this part of power not only means that Eredin's strength has been restored from 0.5 to 1, but also that his own integrity has been replenished. Many abilities resonate and cooperate with each other, enough to burst out several times the power when he was chasing Ciri before.

Ron paused as he thought about it, then looked up at the sky outside, and said with a hint of coldness in his eyes, "Be prepared, the temperature has begun to drop."

Hearing this, Geralt and Ciri looked at each other and quickly went to their respective rooms to make final preparations.

After being stationed at the base for a few days, the wolf raised his chin when he saw Ron's return, as if asking whether he needed to take action.

"This is a novice mission for Geralt and his team. Too many participants may lower the evaluation... Just in case, you should hunt outside the city."

Having said that, Ron also added: "By the way, call Matt."

"it is good."

The wolf nodded and turned away. As the wolf left, Bian Ruozi looked around and then walked forward and gently raised his hand to Ron.

"I don't have the strength to fight, this is the only help I have."

Hearing this, looking at the rice in the palm of the Transformer and the Transformer whose breath seemed a little weak, Ron nodded, accepted the rice, and then went to prepare for the Wild Hunt.

The Transformer is the man-made power of the Dragon's Heir, and the essence of the rice is the flesh and blood of the Transformer. Swallowing the rice can quickly replenish the lost vitality through the power of the Dragon's Heir. Although it cannot achieve the state of resurrection from the dead, this substance containing a large amount of life secret energy is a real hard currency no matter which world it is in.

Ron might not need it, but Geralt and Ciri certainly would.

The Wild Hunt arrived sooner than Ron had expected. He thought it would be tomorrow, but by the afternoon, the temperature in New York, which was 28 degrees Celsius in the middle of summer, had dropped to minus 3 degrees Celsius. For a while, the New York Weather Bureau was flooded with complaints. While many experts were promoting the climate crisis, white dust began to slowly fall from the sky without anyone noticing.

Not many people paid attention to the dust at first, but not long after, with the arrival of the dust, the entire New York sky was covered with white snowflakes.

The winter wind is blowing fiercely. While Tony Stark is still quarreling with his uncle in the temperature-controlled building where it is spring all year round, the temperature outside the building has dropped so low that water turns into ice!
(End of this chapter)