Late at night, three terrified special police officers drove back to the police car. There were two men and one woman on the car. They had more or less traces of scratches that looked like wild beasts.

"I'm really fed up with the incompetence of the federal government officials. They knew that the situation had developed to this point, so why didn't they just bomb there with missiles? Why didn't the army come here? The life of the soldiers is life, is it the life of our Secret Service?" Among the three policemen, the beautiful red-haired policewoman complained loudly with some sobs.

"It seems that it's not that I don't want it, but that I can't. On the one hand, the government needs to get the core of the force that causes pollution in this area. On the other hand, if it is directly bombed with missiles, it may cause the pollution to spread to other areas on a large scale. In that case, it's better to temporarily block an area, at least not to worsen the situation on a large scale." The male policeman who was driving replied.

"Oh, Wilkie, I finally know why you can always get promoted so smoothly. You are always standing on top and thinking about the problem immediately! Yes, you will be transferred to the top in a while. You don't have to work hard on the front line. Of course, you can say whatever you want."

"Vasquez, Moreno is also my friend, and I feel heartbroken when he dies, but that's our job."

"You fart!"

"Okay, okay, don't argue anymore, Wilkie, concentrate on driving your car."

At this moment, the police car suddenly hissed and pulled out of control and then began to slip sideways. The three people in the car screamed in an instant.

The police car slid across the road for two rounds, but barely turned over and stopped. Three special service officers got on the car and found that the tire was thrust by something.

"Fuck, headquarters, headquarters, I'm 1334. I'm in trouble and need help!" Wilkie took out the communicator and called twice in a row, but it couldn't get through.

"The signal was disturbed again, and you need to find a wired phone." With Wilkie's words, the three policemen turned their eyes to the suburban cabin next to them almost at the same time.

"We are not considered disturbing people, are we?"

"What are you saying? We are policemen, we serve the people, and it is normal to seek help occasionally." Although hesitated, the three injured and tired policemen finally walked towards the cabin.

There was no electric bell, and after knocking on the door, a long time later, a white-haired old lady came over and opened the door.

When she saw three policemen outside the door, she was obviously shocked.

"Mother-in-law, we are policemen. Because the police car broke down and the communicator was malfunctioning. I want to borrow your phone to use it. If possible, we will leave immediately when the support is available." At this time, the female policeman Vasquez came out to discuss. The affinity of the female policeman is always better than that of the male policeman, especially a beautiful female policeman like Vasquez.

After saying a word, the old lady in the room finally opened the door hesitantly and let three policemen in.

"Mother-in-law, are there any phones here? Home phones, which ones are connected?" Police officer Thorpebi said in a dash. Although wireless phones and communicators have long been invented, these things are not as stable as wired devices. Especially at night, they will be disturbed inexplicably and cannot be connected. Therefore, these federal police officers who often perform missions outside have almost all experience of borrowing phones from nearby residents.

"In the living room downstairs, the room with the last door on the left." Police officer Thorpe went to the living room downstairs to find the phone number. Now the most important thing is to contact the headquarters as soon as possible.

"Do you have bandages at home? We will pay cash. My companion still has some injuries to deal with." Wilkie looked at the wounds on Vasquez, shook her head, and asked the old Bobo in front of her.

"Oh... I'll get it for you in the bedroom." The bedroom was very close. After a while, the old lady came back with the medicine box. Wilkie took the medicine box and found that the bandages inside were quite complete and all new, so she thanked her repeatedly.

"You're welcome, you're welcome, I'll cook some tea for you. This evening, drinking some hot tea can refresh your mind."

"Thank you, but there's no need to worry."

"Use it, use it." Although Wilkie and Vasquez said there was no need to worry about it anymore, the silver-haired old lady still walked towards the basement step by step.

After a while, the sound of hot water burning came from below.

Wilkie lowered her head and used the bandages to give Vasquez the wounds on her palm. Vasquez had time to look around the furnishings in the room. Suddenly, she saw a hanging painting depicting the story of many warriors and knights working together to siege a demon with disheveled hair.

Suddenly, the lights in the room suddenly went out.

"Maybe it tripped, huh, it's really not going well tonight. Vasquez, you're here, I'll go down and take a look."

“…Be careful, I’m a little uneasy.”

Using the moonlight, while watching Wilkie walk down the underground floor, Vasquez suddenly moved his heart and said, "Sorry, Wilkie. Actually, I know that none of this is your fault."

"Haha, nothing. If you really feel sorry, then you will agree to date me after you go back?"

"roll."

"Oh, I'm not sincere." Wilkie walked down the basement with a flashlight and left Vasquez in the living room on the first floor.

"Thorpe? Thorpe?" He shouted twice, no one responded. SWILL could basically feel a little dangerous. At this moment, a figure walked behind him. Wilkie suddenly turned around and pulled out his gun, but saw nothing.

(Now go back and take Vasquez away immediately? No, Thorpe hasn't found it yet.) Following the sound of boiling water, Wilkie came to the kitchen and saw the kettle that was clamoring on the gas stove. He walked over with a gun and cautiously turned off the gas stove. The low sound dropped sharply and then disappeared.

"Thorpe? Thorpe?" According to memory, Wilkie held a gun and a flashlight in both hands and found the room on the living room downstairs, the last door on the left. However, what she saw through the flashlight was a police officer Thorpe whose throat had been cut off with one hand!

Blood flowed all over the ground, and he was still holding the microphone in his hand.

Wilkie, who was greatly shocked, felt someone behind her again. He suddenly turned around, but what he saw was the silver-haired old lady who was waving the kettle and smashing it hard. The high-temperature kettle hit Wilkie's arm and directly smashed the gun in his hand.

The next moment, the old silver-haired woman stabbed Wilkie in the lower abdomen with an incredible force. She kept retreating against the strong Wilkie until she hit the wall heavily.

"Vass... um." Wanting to let Vassex escape, he was pressed on his mouth by a bloody palm. With the knife stirred, Wilkie felt that the power around him had retreated like a tide, and the vision in front of him gradually blurred.

After killing two police officers one after another, the hunched silver-haired old lady pulled the switch to make the whole room brighter. She knew that this would relieve the frightened deer above, close the doors of the two policemen's rooms, clean the blood-stained hands, and then the silver-haired old lady walked up with the soaked tea leaves.

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In the more than fifty states of the Federation, almost every state has its own folklore, weird stories or myths, but sometimes, those darker stories cannot be said explicitly, and can only whisper:

The evil spirit's golden arms, the corpse ball that eats people, the ritual that can resurrect the dead, the stories of the Huiyun family, the immortal magic... The stories of these old ladies telling the young grandson that refuses to sleep well are often clues of the tireless pursuit of the witch hunters.

Of course, let's just forget about some outrageous things.

There are also some artifacts that are well-known in history that are not something that ordinary witch hunters can touch. Those are the government, the Holy See, the Magisters Guild, the Hunter Guild, and the pursuit of these super-large forces. The witch hunters who work alone or just small gangs commit crimes will soon be a word of death once they are strangled into such incidents.

On the road to Mississippi, a white RV was racing with rock music.

There are many strange patterns on the RV. If anyone who knows how to do things will know that it is full of exorcism spells. Even if its effect is not enough to suppress evil spirits and resentful spirits, it can make them feel uncomfortable. This is already very useful in combat.

The creatures in the dark world often rely on instinct and animal nature to fight. Few people who cultivate passive abilities such as "will and steel" like the top humans, will cultivate passive abilities such as "resolute will and steel heart" and will greatly interfere with the combat.

"Brother Yi, please fry two eggs for me, please."

"If you eat it yourself, fry it yourself. If you don't cook, you will be hungry."

"Woooo, it's so ruthless. When Xiao Qing'er went out, she clearly told you to take care of me."

"My sister asked you to take care of me!"

"What do you care so much about those little things?" In the early morning, Shi Weiwei was wearing pajamas and kicked her white thighs on the stool, and her underwear was vaguely exposed. She was sleepy, lazy and sloppy.

Seeing that Shi Yi was not tempted by lust and did not beg, the girl's eyes turned and finally decided to make some book.

"Brother Yi, help me make a sandwich. I'll tell you a secret, a secret about family missions!"

"..." Hearing this, Shi Yi glanced at Shi Weiwei, and was speechless, so he made an extra sandwich. The sausage was cut open and put into a frying pan. The fat was fried and the meat smelled.

Ten minutes later, Shi Weiwei finally got the breakfast she had dreamed of.

"Thank you, Brother Yi, but you gave me breakfast so easily, aren't you afraid that I will cheat and refuse to admit it?"

"No, the mission has just begun anyway, and there are still too many times when you ask me for it next." Shi Yi poured himself a glass of milk and spoke out bluntly.

"cut!"

"Forget it, let's tell you. Brother Yi, do you know? After completing the family mission, the family reward is a complete career path, not the profession we are now with incomplete and lacking, and not even the ability system, but with a complete career system with complete ability systems that can at least be promoted to the third level."

Shi Weiwei's own bounty hunter profession was something she bought from in unknown corner. She is good at using flying knives and controlling shadows, which also strengthens the strength and speed of her body, but overall she is an agile and extraordinary profession.

However, her ability system is incomplete, and her future career promotion path is incomplete.

Like the nature priest Abdulla, the heart of the beast, the heart of the ancestor spirit, the ability system, and the path to promotion in the future are very rare in this era. Of course, Abdulla himself also knows this, so he rarely reveals his own inheritance to outsiders.

Due to the replacement of ancient practices over the past thousands of years, coupled with the changes in dynasties and the changes in the times, in addition to inheritance like the Satsuma natural priests, even ancient families like the Shi family have almost lost all their professional inheritance knowledge.

In fact, it is normal to lose useless knowledge in large quantities over time. The Samoan natural priests passed down because the Samoans were slaughtered too fiercely by the invading Romans. The unforgettable hatred prompted them to retain the oldest heritage and not be overwhelmed by the torrent of modern science.

The ancient Shi family was almost halted decades ago. The enemy family was oppressed and the clan members were scattered. It was the great elder Shi Hao who defeated the enemy family with one force and reorganized the family. Otherwise, there would be no Shi family now.

"It is indeed very tempting to reward a complete ability system and a complete promotion path. However, does the family have knowledge and information on this aspect now? Are you all trying hard to make up for the information?" Shi Yi asked this question by feeding a piece of sausage to the pitiful Tu Wang under his feet.

"Then I don't know. The news I know was told by my uncle. You know, he works in the family's logistics and has some connections." Shi Weiwei chewed the delicious sandwich and drank milk, looking happy.

"Hasn't you had a bad relationship with your uncle since you were a child?"

"Yes, but now I'm grown up and become a professional, so people are willing to post it to convey some free and easy news to me."

"It's really realistic." Shi Yi tilted his head and smiled when he heard this. Back then, Shi Weiwei, like himself and her sister, was an orphan. At that time, her uncle regarded her as a burden, but she was very repulsive of Shi Weiwei.

In fact, the family was burdened with most of Shi Weiwei's growth and education expenses, and it didn't cost her uncle much, but even so, Shi Weiwei was still rushed to the nurturing hospital by her uncle when she was twelve years old.

Now, this girl has grown up and achieved something, and her uncle suddenly became enthusiastic about her again. Shi Weiwei was so annoyed that she didn't break up with him. Anyway, when he got old, she would treat her as much as she treats her. There is no need to waste too much emotion for this.

At this time, someone entered the kitchen.

Shi Weiwei heard the sound and put down her legs that were always stepping on the stool. The people who came in were Rafa and Serek. After seeing Shi Yi and Shi Weiwei, they didn't say a word. They came to the refrigerator and got a few bottles of ice beer, and then went out.

"What's going on?" Shi Yi felt their vague repulsion. After Rafa and Serek left, he asked Shi Weiwei softly.

"It's not the trouble that you eat more and take more. Although the leader of the Blood Lily Group is Lydia, it's not just these people now, but also the deputy leader, with a total of more than ten or nearly twenty people. You will have to account for 30% of this mission, so the 10% you occupy will either deduct Lydia or deduct Lydia in the group. Lydia takes the initiative to reduce her income to 10%. She is a second-level crusader!"

"Anyway, be careful. Although Rafa and Serek are not going to be humble, it is better to take care of yourself when you fight, and they won't deliberately protect you. Speaking of which, there is also ice beer, why should I drink milk if I have beer?" Licking his upper and lower lips, Shi Weiwei trotted to the refrigerator and took out two bottles of beer.

"Or?" Turning back, Shi Weiwei held the wine bottle and signaled to Shi Yi.

Shi Yi shook his head and was still drinking his glass of warm milk. Originally, he smoked and drank, but after practicing Baguazhang, he began to consciously quit smoking and limit alcohol.

Tobacco and alcohol have limited impact on a soldier, but for a warrior who "guards his body like jade", it is too much to destroy his body.

Among these boxing and martial arts, there are many advanced technical techniques that damage one's own potential and stimulate one's potential. In other words, fighting with others and violently activates qi and blood will inevitably hurt the body to a certain extent. This requires attention to the warmth and nourishment in daily life. The sentence "raising soldiers for a thousand days, using soldiers for a while" is very mysterious, focusing on the word "raising soldiers, not using words."

After driving in shifts, a group of six people arrived at Mississippi, near the former site of Alkner County.

The legend of the Golden Arm is circulating, and the claim to the outside world is of course completely deserted. The residents naturally migrated because of economic problems, but people in the dark world know what is going on.

Many evil spirits and monsters need professionals and professional means to deal with them. If you blindly use heavy firepower and missiles to bombard them hard, most of the problems can indeed be solved, but a considerable part of them will not only not be solved, but will make the situation worse and eventually become completely uncontrollable.

This situation would not happen before the demon tide rises, but after the demon tide surges, supernatural events are increasingly unable to be resolved violently.
To be continued...