After the explosive sound, rain of blood fell from the sky, crackling on the dry and hard ground.
The sense of fear in Smith's veins made him instinctively take a step to one side, making way for Kieran. Kieran walked, passed Raglan, and entered the hotel lobby .
Tread Tread.
The sound of footsteps gradually approached the second floor, and the innkeeper let out a breath of foul breath as if he had just woken up from a dream.
"Has this guy reached this level yet?"
The innkeeper whispered to himself.
Naturally, this kind of soliloquy could not be concealed from Smith who was standing beside him.
Smith was taken aback.
What is it that this guy has gotten to this level
Is there anyone else who can do the same thing
The not-so-stupid mixed-race immediately thought of more possibilities from this sentence.
"A witcher?"
Smith raised his head and looked into the distance, where the corpses of thousands of monsters were densely packed, layer upon layer, and Smith couldn't help but clenched his fists.
At this moment, in the bottom of Smith's heart, the scene of thousands of heads bursting just now kept replaying, and with this scene, Kieran's image was once again infinitely elevated by Smith.
From the original simple gratitude and awe, there is more awe.
The original pride in Smith's talent in his heart disappeared at this moment.
The rest, just catch up!
Chasing after Kieran!
He hopes to become a demon hunter like Kieran.
But at this moment, there was another person who had this idea: Mier.
thump!
On the street that was so silent that it seemed to be frozen, a young man in the special operations team suddenly fell to the ground, both because of horror and because of narrow escape.
The relaxation after the extreme mental tension made him unable to control his body freely.
However, no one laughed at him.
Because, many people are like this.
Even Will and Mill are no exception.
The consultant girl supported the wall on one side and panted heavily.
Her gaze almost subconsciously looked from the monster's corpse to the small hotel behind her.
The horror was slowly fading from the emerald green pupils of the consultant girl, and what was left was a burning sensation. She understood the meaning of Qin Ran's words, but it didn't mean she would give up.
Or…
She became more motivated.
Unlike the rumors, she has a more direct impression of the witcher.
Without saying anything to her grandpa, Mier secretly made up her mind, because she knew very well that if she told her grandpa about her plan, Will would never agree to it, and would even restrict her personal freedom.
Will, is far more stubborn than he looks.
But the stubbornness in his heart still couldn't make Will resist the upside-down heart at the moment.
He knew Qin Ran was very strong.
But what I didn't expect was that it was so strong.
"Comparable to those legendary demon hunters?"
Will guessed.
Then, the leader of the special operations team reacted quickly.
He looked at the members of the team who had survived the catastrophe, and began to shout: "There are all of them, divided into three groups, one group is on guard, one group is cleaning the battlefield, and the other group is resting."
With an order, the members of the special operations team immediately took action.
Watching the busy action team member Raglan returning to his hotel with his ax on his shoulders, Smith also had no intention of participating in it.
For the special operations team, Smith has an extremely stubborn prejudice.
Raglan saw this prejudice, but he had no intention of persuading him—because he knew some darker truths.
Every member of the special operations team is undoubtedly worthy of respect.
It can even be said that without their perseverance in the night, there would be no sunshine for the next day of eds.
However, the person who commands the members of the special operations team may not necessarily be aboveboard.
Of course, this person does not refer to Will.
"Remember to go to the backyard and move some charcoal to the hall and room after taking a shower."
said the innkeeper to Smith.
"clear."
Smith nodded.
Charcoal can effectively absorb the smell of blood, which is much better than air fresheners.
While Smith was carrying the charcoal, the innkeeper, who had hurriedly rinsed off, did not rest. He turned on the surveillance camera hidden behind the wine cabinet.
This is what he pays a lot of money for.
It is also a handwriting that he is proud of on weekdays.
Compared with the Demon Hunter Headquarters, the mysterious side is more recommended. He thinks that the combination of his own technology and the mysterious side is more practical.
It's a pity that none of the old stubborn people in the headquarters agreed with this statement.
The monitors were adjusted one after another. When the innkeeper saw the picture displayed on the screen clearly, the innkeeper's face changed.
Immediately, the innkeeper rushed upstairs.
When clear and powerful footsteps came, Kieran opened the door of the room.
"Something, I think you need to see."
The innkeeper looked at Qin Ran who walked out of the room, and said directly.
Without further words, Qin Ran followed the innkeeper back to the monitor.
"look here."
"here."
"And here."
"All the houses are incomparably tidy, and no more people are injured, and I don't think those monsters are good law-abiding citizens."
"so… "
"I think someone is controlling these monsters."
"And, this guy wants to start a war!"
While switching the camera, the innkeeper turned his head to look at Qin Ran, with an unprecedented seriousness in his tone.
And Qin Ran is still cold and expressionless, and has not changed at all because of the hotel owner's deduction.
"You already knew?"
The innkeeper was taken aback.
Qin Ran threw the kraft paper bag to the innkeeper.
Without hesitation, the innkeeper tore open the leather bag, took out the documents and photos in it, and began to carefully examine it.
"I knew that what happened back then was not that simple."
"Hadi Lin, it's really good to die."
"And Sloe Dell and Moore... Hey."
The innkeeper muttered in a low voice, and when he saw the words using human living experiments, the innkeeper sneered even more.
After watching everything, the innkeeper looked at Qin Ran again with doubts in his eyes.
"You show me these, do you think what just happened is related to the 'ogre incident'?"
"Or do you think that the appearance of those monsters just now is the same as the so-called 'ogre'?"
"There's both a connection and there's no connection."
Qin Ran said lightly.
"What's the meaning?"
The innkeeper became more and more puzzled.
"What is relevant is only itself, and there is no extension in other senses."
"The other party's real purpose?"
"It's just to divert the tiger away from the mountain."
"Of course, it would be even better if there are additional gains."
As soon as Qin Ran's words fell, the phone beside him rang.
Jingle Bell!
The innkeeper picked up the phone.
The next moment, the other party was surprised.
"What?"
"Webster is dead?!"
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