Mystic Dominator

the next morning.

Ronald stood at the front desk of the Bureau of Investigation, with the instep of his left foot scratching his right ankle, reading the book he had just borrowed from the second floor with peace of mind.

The experience of coming to work at the Bureau of Investigation today was similar to what he estimated last night.

With the help of Patricia in the cover, the investigators did not associate the main credit for catching the cult warlock to themselves. I just followed common sense and what Patricia said, and decided that this was a victory achieved by Patricia as the main player and Ronald as the assistant.

So this morning, just Nicole came over and praised herself a few words, and the matter was over.

Not even extra overtime pay.

As for why Ronald is standing in the foreground again...

Still a commonplace question.

—The Bureau of Investigation is short of manpower.

Even law enforcement launched a raid on the cult warlock last night.

But I have to admit that there are still powerful guys among this group of cult warlocks. They even managed to counter-kill the raiders of the Bureau of Investigation, and even escaped from Branwich.

There are very few, but they do exist.

And the result of this kind of thing is that the next front-line work will be busier.

Around noon, the investigators who attended the funeral of their colleagues returned to the Bureau of Investigation.

Ronald would not have this kind of leisure time to read books leisurely.

"well......."

Thinking of this, Ronald couldn't help sighing.

The world of extra labor but no overtime pay is really unlikable, especially when it is still squeezing my reading time.

Such a time while lamenting and reading a book.

It went on for over an hour this morning.

Just when Ronald thought the investigators were about to return, someone did come.

Snapped--

With the sound of an unscrupulous door pushing, the door on the first floor was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

There was no one to be seen, and a black thing was thrown in from the outside.

"ha......!?"

Ronald had seen this posture in his previous life.

Relying on the physical fitness that he had only obtained last night, he lay down behind the desk at the front desk almost like a conditioned reflex, and along the way pulled Nicole's bed sheet over his head to cover it.

boom--

An explosion sounded right in front of him, and Ronald immediately heard crackling sounds from all over the hall.

Zizizi——

Immediately, the sheet above the head covering the body also made the sound of being corroded.

The movement of liquid splashing everywhere in the hall was clearly audible.

Ronald shook off the corroded, pitted sheets and stood up from behind the reception desk.

Zizizi——

At a speed visible to the naked eye, the sheets that fell on the ground corroded and melted.

It quickly turned into a pool of black residue.

At the same time, Ronald also saw the situation in the hall clearly.

The gate on the first floor of the investigation bureau has been closed, but the mess in the bureau can't be seen on Long Beach Street.

But with a tattered corpse on the ground as the center, the rancid acid scattered everywhere was splashed everywhere. No matter the walls, floors, or the tables and chairs used to decorate the hall, they were all ruined by this sudden attack.

"..."

Silently watching the scene in front of him, Ronald withdrew his previous thoughts.

——Those cult warlocks are really ruthless.

The Bureau of Investigation launched a surprise attack on them last night, and today the other party came to the Bureau of Investigation building to throw corpses and explode.

They are worthy of the title of cult warlock.

But soon, Ronald couldn't care less about feeling these things.

Because he clearly saw that the gate of the Bureau of Investigation was also corroded by the acid of this attack.

Not long ago, he experienced what would happen if the door broke...

This is not the time to continue to stand guard at the front desk.

Bypassing the damaged front desk, Ronald directly planned to run to the second floor.

At this time, the imprinter must be invited to restore the spell to prevent the existence of the Investigation Bureau from being discovered by outsiders.

However, before reaching the stairs, Ronald stopped.

It's not that he doesn't want to go up.

Since there is nothing blocking the hall to the stairs.

Now the wooden steps leading to the second floor have been shattered by the direct splash of acid.

Just look at this staircase, which is more miserable than briquettes...

Ronald knew in his heart that he had better not try.

But in fact, he doesn't have to worry alone.

Just as Ronald was about to go around to the back stairs to go up to the second floor, the voices of other investigators came from above:

"How did the stairs become like this?"

"What happened on the first floor?"

Ronald immediately replied:

"Someone threw an explosive corpse in just now, and now the hall is in a mess."

"Notify Mr. Yajin that the gate should be repaired!"

"..."

Hearing Ronald's words, the investigator upstairs didn't react immediately.

After a few seconds, he continued to ask:

"Where's the enemy?"

"Aside from throwing a corpse in, they have no other actions?"

Ronald went on to answer:

"They just dumped a body and no one else came in."

"..."

"You take care of the hall first, I'll call someone over."

"no problem."

After a question and an answer, someone will naturally notify the imprinter.

Ronald also returned to the front desk.

Immediately, the dark original text appeared in the cuff, and Ronald read in a voice so low that only he could hear:

"His name is Styx,

The black water flowed down to the foot of the dark and steep cliff.

I stopped and stared intently,

Seeing the swamp full of people and covered with mud,

They were all naked, as if angry..."

A black mist of anger condensed in his hand.

Ronald recalled the original code, and immediately became alert to the surrounding situation.

Although the cult warlock seemed to just throw a corpse bomb in, there was no guarantee that the other party would not come back and attack again.

At this moment, investigators also came out from the back of the first floor.

"What's going on here, such a big commotion..."

"movement......"

Looking at the miserable appearance in the hall, the anger in his mouth gradually turned into doubt.

Move your gaze to Ronald.

There is no need for the other party to ask questions, Ronald first explained:

"Someone suddenly threw an explosive corpse into the hall just now, and that's it."

The investigator on the first floor was also straightforward, and he simply continued to ask:

"What about the spells arranged at the door?"

"I just told the people on the second floor that Mr. Yajin will be down in a while."

"..."

"well--"

The investigator sighed melancholy, then walked towards the hall.

"Let's watch the scene first..."

Boom——!

Just then, a loud noise came from behind.

Ronald turned around quickly, and the scene of smoke and dust immediately came into view.

Very simple, the second floor of the hall collapsed.

The acid that exploded just now had no reason to let go of the ceiling above his head.

After these liquids corroded and melted the beams of the ceiling, the second floor, which could not bear the weight, naturally fell down——