"The target location is marked."


    "Current distance: 3 km."


    Cole took the last sip of whisky from his glass, took out the wrinkled ten dollars stuffed in his pocket and threw them on the table.


    Leave.


    Stop a taxi.


    Galloping towards the goal of the branch mission.


    The mission statement did not mention any information about the witch Carlisle Taylor.


    Strength, good and evil, standards of conduct, and even the reasons for pursuing and killing have not been mentioned.


    As for the identity background that the system imposed on him and tried to restrict the code of conduct, Cole was not interested.


    The taxi stopped in an old alley.


    The bar not far away has no sign and no name.


    Two strong bodyguards and a gorgeous woman stopped at the door.


    See someone approaching in the dark.


    The two bodyguards looked at each other, stopped on the road and said to Cole, "invitation."


    As for the woman, or witch, after seeing Cole''s face with the help of weak light, her expression changed greatly, and she stepped back and hit the wall.


    He shook his head slightly and looked very frightened.


    "Cole, I''ve never broken the rules! You... You can''t!"


    Cole, with a cold look, knocked two bodyguards open, pushed open the door of the bar and stepped into it.


    Originally, the happy atmosphere of enjoying nightlife suddenly solidified.


    All the guests in the bar looked at the uninvited guests standing at the door.


    Black windbreaker, cigarette burning scarlet.


    And the ferocious face that all wizards can''t forget published in the wanted notice.


    "God! It''s him!"


    "It''s the executioner!"


    "Stop talking nonsense and run!"


    In the bar.


    Chloe, the shop owner and witch, looked at her friend who was going to run with a shocked face, frowned and said, "Miranda, are you serious?


    We didn''t do anything. We just opened a shop to make a living.


    He has no reason to kill us. "


    Miranda, in a hurry, loosened her grip on Chloe and explained, "you know, that''s what you thought about the witch who was killed last time.


    He just stood there and shot the unlucky man in the head. "


    "Hey! Wait!"


    He spread his hand, shrugged and looked helplessly at his friend who escaped through the back door.


    He turned to look at the other guests who had escaped and had not paid the bill, and his eyebrows immediately frowned tighter.


    With her eyes on cole and her hands on the bar, Chloe shouted, "cole, hi! You can''t do this! There are all decent wizards here, and there''s no one you''re looking for!"


    Just as she spoke.


    A young witch, or look young.


    Back against the corner.


    Looking at Cole in horror, he explained incoherently, "cole! Listen to me, things are not what you think!


    I know I broke the rule that magic cannot be used against humans, but I can''t watch the child die in bed.


    I am also a mother.


    For God''s sake, please! "


    Talking room.


    The witch knelt on the ground, and her tears flowed out because of fear.


    Cole''s expression did not change because of her words.


    Pull out a just trial.


    Went over and pointed the black muzzle of the gun at her face.


    "Do witches also believe in religion?"


    "No... I beg you, Cole! Let me go this time."


    Maybe someone else, even Calder, might let her go.


    However, Cole was full of doubt about every word the witch said.


    In the confrontation between the two.


    The shopkeeper Chloe took out the dagger hidden in the drawer, lay on the ground, tried to get through the gap under the bar and left quietly.


    Cole said coldly, "bullets don''t have eyes, witch."


    She raised her eyebrows, got up, put her hands on her back, smiled awkwardly and politely, and said to Cole, "uh... Excuse me, you go on."


    "Is there any vomit?"


    She brushed her hair in front of her forehead and said with a smile, "of course! A hundred dollars a share."


    "I''ll pay you tomorrow and bring the medicine."


    The witch disdained her mouth, turned to take the medicine and muttered, "tomorrow... Wow..."


    It is different from the lawless, rare but extremely powerful witches in the main world.


    In the last Witch Hunter film world, there are not only witches, but also wizards, but also a large number.


    After being hunted by Calder for more than 800 years, the Wizards took the initiative to sign a peace agreement with the immortal monster because they were worried about the complete extinction of the ethnic group.


    In many cases.


    The real life of a weak witch is no different from that of ordinary people.


    It''s not easy to make money.


    Like Chloe the dreamer.


    Apart from the identity of a witch, he is a shopkeeper who tries his best to run a wizard bar.


    Black magic, hell, devil.


    This kind of thing that needs talent and soul carrying capacity has nothing to do with weak witches. Filling your stomach and making money are the most important things than destroying the world and pursuing strong power.


    On the bar.


    Chloe prepared a truth spitting agent in the crucible, poured it into a glass containing whisky and stirred it evenly with a glass rod.


    Then walk to Cole.


    "Tomorrow, you said."


    Cole didn''t reach for it and said coldly, "feed her."


    "Well, now you''re the boss."


    Originally, the skinny witch wanted to make fun of her.


    But the thought of Cole walker, the notorious wizard killer, is not Calder''s rule hunter.


    Swallow the teasing.


    He went up to Carlisle and handed the cup. "Drink it. It''s okay."


    The witch gingerly took the glass, her face full of tears, and looked directly into Cole''s eyes.


    Ready to drink.


    His expression became ferocious. He loosened his left hand and threw the unknown casting material at Cole.


    A short, weak spell sounded.


    The three monsters, all dark and humanoid in appearance, expanded rapidly in the air and roared at Cole.


    The pungent stench is like an excavated grave.


    The powerful and evil smell of black magic made Chloe retreat until he hit the bar.


    Exclaimed, "God."


    Carlisle, the witch, didn''t seem to be ready to let Chloe go. Her pupils were completely stained with dark. She scolded angrily, "you damn coin pool! Traitor! You chose to help him for money!"


    Raise your hands.


    Frost and cold spread rapidly in the air, trying to kill her.


    Face the attack.


    Chloe, who is also a witch but is only good at potions, has no room for resistance.


    He hid behind the pillar and yelled, "are you him? It''s the coin pool! Black magic, you broke the rules!"


    The crisp sound of freezing makes the column crack.


    Accidentally pushed to the ground.


    The ice residue condensed by water vapor in the air roared towards her like a steel needle.


    The witch''s pupils collapsed.


    Just as she was about to be cut into a sieve.


    There was a gunshot.


    The bullet of burning scarlet flame passed through Carlisle''s eyebrows, and the broken plasma sputtered on the wall of the bar.


    The ice that hit Chloe also changed into harmless water and poured it from head to foot.