Chapter 33 Blocking (below)

"Oh? Why do I believe in you?"

After hearing Ye Qi’s words, Spedo is still the sleepy look, but the practice of jumping from the top of the building is obviously friendly; of course, the necessary safety distance is indispensable.

Vigilance is something that every hunter must remember

Spedo’s approach is somewhat different from that of the Secret Service or the Holy See, but it’s the style of the Demon Hunter – there’s no strict system between the Secret Service and the Holy See’s dedication to the body and mind. God's faith, they are just a group of people who have gathered together to kill dark creatures for their own reasons.

Those who pursue their own ideals can express their words with you in one sentence, or they can draw their swords in one sentence; in short, they are the eyes of the Holy See and the uncertainties in the highest government that endanger the entire Lorante.

"Although there are some coincidences, if you are willing to go to the overpass and look at it, you may believe me." I originally wanted to use other reasons to smother the past Ye Qi. After sensing the fluctuations of the shadow servants from the bottom of my heart, Forcing the smile that appeared in the corner of his mouth, pretending to be cold, "Of course, I will accompany you."

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"Although I am only a temporary assistant, can you tell me at the very least why we are here to wait for the reason?" The sheriff who was kneeling in the bushes of the green belt had to endure the mosquito bites and had to Enduring the curiosity of his own curiosity - although Moretti promised him the requirement of becoming an assistant, but this habit of saying nothing, but the criminal investigation was born to like the bottom of the Phil, very uncomfortable; in silence for an hour After that, Feller, who couldn’t bear it anymore, finally asked. WWW..书友全~理提~for

"A good sheriff, in addition to the sharp insight, patience is even more essential." Even if the bandages are on the body, Moretti is still the kind of laughter; but he is still very good at the special service. On the scale, after laughing, I immediately explained: "The guys who passed through the intelligence department analyzed that the other party is likely to complete another ceremony, although the specific ceremony has not been investigated clearly, but the place where the other party left the crime is very May be here"

"Of course, the guys in the intelligence department have always been unreliable." Moretti, who explained it, couldn’t help but explain: "But we can only try our luck without clues and choose to believe those guys. "

Feller nodded in understanding - although he and Moretti would only meet in the particular unpleasant scene of the murder, but every time from Moretti's mouth there was always complaints about the intelligence department. In the re-association of the intelligence analysis in their police station, Feller simply felt empathy; even, Feller clearly remembered that the common topic he and Moretti had when they met for the first time was their respective intelligence. Department complaints

A dull and serious, a hippie smile, Feller recalled the scene when the two met for the first time, not too happy, and could not help but be distracted; until Moretti gently pulled him, Feller was counted back to God. - The experienced Feller, without Molletti's reminder, immediately converges his mind and looks at the direction of Molithi's gaze.

A man whose hair grows to be completely obscured to the face, like a drunk, swaying in the eyes of two people. If it is not the flat chest of the other person reminding Feller, he might be because of the hair. The length mistaken the other party as a woman - Feller gently erected his left hand and gestured to Molletti next to him.

Seeing Feller’s gesture, Moretti immediately waved his hand—for an enemy whose ability is unclear and whose strength is unknown, it’s really hard to take a slap in the face; not to mention the two of them, one with injuries and no action. And the other is just an ordinary person; if it rushes out, Moretti has a 90% grasp, and the absolute death will be them.

Moretti's gestures caused Feller to stop the next move; however, Feller's hand was quietly placed on the gun - although it was known that the firearm was almost no danger to the special existence of Moretti. But except for the firearms, he has no other way to deal with it.

Melee?

Don't be kidding, even if he is the fight champion in the entire police station, but that is only relative to ordinary people; compared with the existence of Moretti, Feller is still very self-aware.

The man who appeared in the sight of the two men walked in front of the huge bridge pier under the overpass in a swaying posture, and then the whole person slammed down against the pier, and it took two minutes, but the other side fell down. After that, it seems to be asleep, and it doesn’t move at all.

What is he doing?

Feller looked at Moretti, his eyes full of doubts - not only Feller's doubts, but Moretti, who saw this scene, could not help but frowned; he couldn't figure out what the other party was playing.

Is it wrong, not the other party?

Moretti couldn't help but guess in his heart; but at this moment, the accident suddenly happened - the man sitting under the bridge not only made Feller and Moretti feel curious, but people who saw this scene could not help it. Think about what the other person is doing; although Dude is a busy city, curiosity is human nature, especially for people who are doing nothing.

A group of well-dressed young people, after seeing the man sitting there, immediately surrounded the man like a baby, and said it loudly.

“Look, another waste that wastes food”

"Do we want to teach him lessons~lightnovelpub.net~ Let him understand what is shameful?"

"Yes, it’s the same as the last bankrupt uncle."

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"what"

Insults and ridicules abruptly stop in a rush of screams; a flying head turned all the words of the previous master into the last words...

PS rain, from yesterday afternoon to the present, it has been a whole day and night, and the situation has not stopped. Of course, this is not the key, the key is an umbrella usually ten dollars, today It’s hard to sell it for thirty... There is no decadent hate with umbrella... And when this situation becomes twice, this hate is already awkward... I swear, even if it’s fine tomorrow, I’m going to have an umbrella. Bring on

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