A moment of greeting.
Let him have a good rest.
Cole went to the devil hunt headquarters.
Give the evidence that helped the trial court to Baruch.
The middle-aged man, who was very particular about the taste and style of clothes, sat at his desk and read the evidence written by gene.
Fold it up and put it in the pocket of the black vest.
"I''ll supervise it myself. You don''t have to worry about it.
As for gene and Hardy, I gave them half a year''s holiday and paid them four months'' salary. If they think their health has been adjusted, they can return to the black snake action team at any time. "
See Cole turn and leave.
Baruch said with a smile, "the trial court has made a judgment on niexius. The day after tomorrow, he will be hanged in public, and his accomplices will face a minimum of 150 years'' imprisonment.
The municipal police department will follow up with those from the Fu Kalin brotherhood. "
Stand in front of the corridor window outside the office.
Light a cigarette.
He put his hand in his coat pocket and walked downstairs.
Public hanging is not far from Cole''s expectation of the result.
At that time, when he was tied to the gallows, the bastard would be madly humiliated by the angry citizens with all kinds of rotten eggs and rotten vegetables.
When he chose to betray and turn to evil and darkness, he should think of such a day.
On the way back to Burton building.
The pure black Duke horsey one stopped slowly by the side of the road.
Today is Ava''s wedding anniversary with his wife.
Happened to pass a florist along the way.
When he went to the florist to buy flowers.
Cole rolled down the window and the smoke curled out of the window and was taken away by the cold wind.
Even in the severe winter weather, the streets of the imperial capital are still busy, with constant pedestrian and vehicle traffic.
This time.
A 14-year-old Newsboy trotted over with his bag on his back, handed him a note and said, "Sir, someone asked me to give this to you."
The newsboy''s face turned red with cold.
Holding his hat, he looked at Cole expectantly, as if waiting for a considerable tip.
Throw him ten pence.
Cole didn''t open the note and said coldly, "where is he?"
The newsboy gave way to the window and pointed to the distant intersection. "That way, sir."
Then he trotted away.
Look through the bustling crowd.
In the dim light of the evening.
A man dressed as a bottom worker stood in the middle of a distant intersection and looked at him from a distance.
Suddenly, he smiled.
The electric bell rings.
A tram passed, obscuring the view.
Look at the intersection again.
The man has disappeared without a trace.
Frown and open the note from the newsboy.
There is only one sentence on it: Good afternoon, Cole walker.
The greeting soaked in evil power melted and squirmed under his gaze to build a symbol.
Ring, inscribed inverted triangle, running through a symmetrical cross.
Like smoke, suddenly burst open.
Under the supernatural force, the doors and windows quickly locked and clicked.
On the seat.
Cole took a cigarette in one hand and threw away the note that began to ignite. He looked indifferent.
later.
A spirit with a vague face, bathed in the smoke, roared ferociously.
However, the evil spirit used for assassination and deterrence was like encountering some kind of irresistible terror and threat when it approached Cole.
Jerk back.
Like a headless fly locked in a glass bottle, it madly crashed into the door and tried to escape from the terrible place where it felt uneasy and dangerous.
Close your eyes.
Turn on the seventh vision.
After darkness, perception is like immersion in the dark deep sea, and the noise in the ear is gradually submerged.
In the carriage, a girl with a hazy figure, whose neck, hands and feet were imprisoned by a dark, narrow and endless iron chain, kicked the door and window madly and tried to escape.
"Who is your master?"
"Let me go... Let me go..."
I heard someone talking.
The girl''s soul polluted by evil forces looked at Cole in horror and shouted, "don''t kill me! Please!"
Cole''s eyes were ruthless and indifferent.
Pull it out at noon, put it on your leg and ask again.
"Who is your master?"
The girl hugged her head, squatted painfully on the seat, and repeated the same sentence again and again, "I don''t know... I don''t..."
Bang!
A deafening gunshot rang out.
The girl looked at the gap in her chest in disbelief, then softened to the seat, stared at Cole, and the spirit turned into white smoke and dissipated slowly.
open one ''s eyes.
Put it away. It''s noon.
Roll down the window and throw out the burnt cigarette butts.
The soul polluted by evil forces has no room to be saved. Even if the chain that imprisoned her is broken, it will completely turn into evil spirits and harm others in half a day at most.
But one thing is certain.
Death threats from the Nord order.
At this time.
AVA held a bunch of flowers, opened the door and said to Cole with a puzzled face, "I seem to have heard a gunshot just now? Hiss... Why is it so cold?"
Slam the door.
Rub your hands hard and breathe.
Cole said indifferently, "I''ve solved a bug. Drive. I have something else to do."
The engine started and Duke Hoshi one disappeared at the end of the street.
Maybe the Nord order was afraid of being caught by Cole and found them.
The evil believer who sent the letter must be a peripheral member. He does not have any evil power, so his position cannot be tracked in the seventh vision.
As for the death threat itself
There are not a thousand or eight hundred people who want to kill Cole.
Back to the apartment.
Get ready to enter the film world.
Sit in a chair.
"System, enter the last Witch Hunter film world."
"Test vital signs..."
"Digitizing host..."
"Generate role play background story and timeline..."
"Ready to enter level III World: the last Witch Hunter."
After the darkness.
Cole opened his eyes.
The noisy environment and pungent smell of wine around him illustrate his birthplace in the film world: the bar.
Different from previous times.
The cold mechanical synth didn''t stop automatically after entering the film world.
"The mainline task is forcing the change of identity background."
"Start playing identity background and timeline."
"Cole walker, born in London, England in August 1987, is as famous as the immortal Witch Hunter Calder. He is a hunter and executioner who frightens all witches.
A notorious wanted man in the wizard world who is offered a reward by Parliament.
The misfortune of childhood has led you to be filled with hatred and rage against all wizards. Few white wizards survived by chance in your hunting career.
Now, you''re chasing a witch in Brooklyn who may have used magic on humans. Her name is Carlisle Taylor. ''
''current timeline: Calder is processing ancient runes on the plane.''
"The main task has been generated: kill the Witch Queen."
"A branch mission has been generated: track Carlisle Taylor, the witch, kill her or not, different choices, different rewards."