American Comprehensive Detective: Opening with a black gun

Chapter 66 66 Demonstrate in person

He never expected that Frank would be so straightforward and not care at all about the lives of Old Jack and the others.

"Huhu, finally escaped."

Frank glanced at the white mist behind him with lingering fear, and continued to escape with some uneasiness.

Frank was in a very bad condition now. He was extremely miserable. One arm was bleeding continuously, and the clothes on his abdomen were wet with blood. There was a huge wound visible to the naked eye, and blood was flowing gurglingly.

Holding the holy sword in his hand, he limped and ran away in a hurry. He was seriously injured but gritted his teeth and insisted on staying as far away from the area where the white mist appeared.

The process of escorting the three townspeople was not smooth at all. First, the car lost control and hit the guardrail on one side, and then Old Jack, Kazim and the boy died tragically in front of him one after another.

He finally escaped from the evil spirit's pursuit.

Having fought against evil spirits in person, he was now extremely grateful for his choice and for finding an excuse to leave the town.

If he and Ron really entered the town and were unfortunately attacked by many evil spirits, he would probably have been killed by them.

In his expectation, Ron and Warren were already dead.

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"Beep" a few times.

"Yes, considering the strange power of attacking evil spirits and the team's own strength, after full consideration, I proposed to act cautiously and consider the long term. Unfortunately, team member Ron insisted on going to the small town to save people. Unfortunately, team member Ron maintained his own identity and insisted on going to the small town to save people.

Due to differences, he and the Warrens disobeyed my orders and entered the town. Now... now I guess... Director, you have my condolences!"

So, he waved his hand and said: "Get up, take a good look, and see how I kill these three miscellaneous fish."

John's already weak body turned pale after this kick.

Under the leadership of John, the three evil spirits joined the team of evil spirits and headed towards the town.

Then he felt a sense of dizziness, and he bit his lips. The tingling sensation on his lips made him feel a little clearer, and he stood up unsteadily with all his strength.

He returned to the place where the three townspeople died tragically, with a pious look on his face and muttered words.

The originally still body suddenly moved, and then its eyes moved.

The high priest looked at John, who was kneeling on one knee, and kicked him over in anger.

You should know that John was a pretty good wizard before that.

He loudly said: "High Priest, my subordinates have done something bad and are willing to accept punishment."

But what he didn't tell John was that the evil god could only fulfill one wish of the person who presided over the sacrifice.

I hope that by sacrificing to the evil god, I can cure my terminal illness and survive.

Therefore, there is no way that Ron and the Warrens are alive. They must have been killed by the evil spirits long ago.

The high priest glanced at John, who was sick and weak, and the anger in his heart gradually subsided.

The high priest's eyes were fierce and fierce.

He is the one who presides over the sacrifice. There is only one wish that the evil god can fulfill, and this wish is naturally his.

Since the last time he caused trouble in Argentina and the local special department killed many of his subordinates, he finally found a talented subordinate. He didn't want to lose this still useful chess piece just yet.

He couldn't think of any other possibility except death!

Because if he hadn't been close enough to the boundary of the white mist, if he hadn't decisively used his speed advantage to let the three townspeople take the rear, if he hadn't been protected by the holy sword and had great strength, he would definitely be dead by now.

Even a wizard was helpless in the face of a terminal illness, so he was so sick that he sought medical help.

John wiped his forehead and it was wet. Only later did he realize that he was already dripping with cold sweat.

He took a deep breath, and after a long time, the anger on his face gradually disappeared, and he snorted coldly: "Hmph, after I kill these miscellaneous fish, if the blood sacrifice is not enough, I will definitely punish you."

John breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.

John knew the methods of the high priest, and after knowing that the high priest was really angry, he became more submissive.

"That's right, we were attacked by evil spirits on the way into the town..."

"I'm...in the ambulance now. Director, I'm fine, don't worry, I was just slightly injured while escorting the townspeople back to the camp safely. Although my abdomen was severely injured, I can still fight. As long as the injury improves, I

I am willing to serve as a guide and assist the rescue team to perfectly handle this special event with great harm..."

Ron and his friends were in a residential house not far from their house.

Before John could wipe away the blood flowing from his nose, he endured the weakness and pain in his body, climbed up from the ground, and knelt on the ground respectfully.

Come to think of it, why would he be angry with a terminally ill cancer patient who was about to die?

In order to cure cancer, John was willing to follow him.

Finally, it turned into three black smoke, which circled in the air, passed through the mouth and nose, and penetrated into their respective corpses.

The sky is getting dark and twilight is falling.

He breathed rapidly, and at the same time a stream of warm liquid flowed out of his nostrils.

There are no surprises.

John was unwilling here, but he had to give up.

It's absolutely impossible to survive, absolutely!

He firmly believed that Ron and the others would never be able to cope with the attacks of evil spirits.

This time, he knelt on his knees, with his head on the ground, his forehead close to the ground, and his butt raised high.

Putting down the phone, Frank smiled proudly.

Black runes appeared on the three blurry figures in the void. The runes entangled them and gradually solidified the shadows. The shadows were the dead old Jack, Kazim, and the young man seeking death.

The high priest looked at John, who was kneeling on the ground with his butt raised high, and suppressed his anger.

The mission did fail this time, but he is still alive and he still has a bright future, so he must not shoulder the responsibility for the failure of the mission himself, as this will affect his future.

He glared viciously at John, who was kneeling on the ground, like a monster that chose people to devour.

So when he arrived at the camp, despite the doctor's dissuasion, he insisted on calling the investigation bureau.

The failure of the mission had nothing to do with him. He was still the captain with a bright future.

"Trash, just trash. You can't even kill a mere investigator. What's the use of you?"

There is no doubt that the director temporarily believed his explanation.

As long as Ron and the Warrens are really dead, and there is no evidence of their deaths, it is logical that Ron and the Warrens should be held responsible for the failure of the mission.

With so many what-ifs, I could barely save my life.

The phone went through, and it was Deputy Director Chesasi on the phone.

As the spell progressed, their bodies were eroded by the evil aura, gradually turning black and hideous.

"Yes, high priest, my subordinates must study hard."

Then, his body twitched and he stood up from the ground.

"Director, I am Frank. I have an emergency here to report to you."

He hoped that the high priest would see his submission and spare him this time.

With just the strength of Ron and the Warrens, it would be impossible for them to survive.

He had lied to John, and John hadn't discovered it yet, which was what he was most proud of.

"Watch carefully, see how I hook the fish, how I consume the fish's energy, and how I kill it with one blow."

The high priest looked at Ron from a distance through the window and said proudly.

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