The Devil’s Cage

1393. Chapter 1296 Purpose

    After the explosion, the blood rain fell from the sky, and the squatting squatting on the hard ground.

    The fear of the blood in Smith's blood, let him instinctively straddle one side, let Qin Ran open the way, Qin Ran walked, passed by Lagrange, stepped into the hotel lobby .

    Step on the step.

    The footsteps gradually went to the second floor, and the innkeeper seemed to be snorting like a dream.

    "Has this guy already reached this level?"

    The innkeeper whispered to himself.

    This kind of self-speaking sound is nothing but a sigh of Smith.

    Smith is a glimpse.

    What is this guy that has reached this level?

    Is there anyone else who can do the same thing?

    Not a stupid mixed blood immediately thought of more possibilities from this sentence.

    "Hunting the devil?"

    Smith looked up and looked into the distance. The bodies of thousands of monsters were densely packed and stacked there. Involuntarily, Smith clenched his fists.

    At the moment, in the heart of Smith, the picture of just a thousand heads bursting back and forth, and with such a picture, Qin Ran’s image was once again infinitely elevated by Smith.

    From the original gratitude and awe, there is more awe.

    Originally, Smith’s pride in his own heart disappeared at this moment.

    The rest, just catching up!

    Chasing with Qin Ran as the goal!

    He hopes to become a demon hunter like Qin Ran.

    At this time, there is another person holding this idea: honey.

    thump!

    Silent to a solidified street, a young man in the special operations group suddenly fell to the ground, both because of horror and because of the escape.

    The relaxation after the extreme tension in the spirit made him unable to control his body freely.

    However, no one laughed at him.

    Because many people are like this.

    Even Will and Mel are no exception.

    The consultant girl held the wall on one side and gasped.

    Her gaze was almost subconsciously viewed from the monster's body to the small hotel behind her.

    The horror is slowly fading away from the green eyes of the consultant girl. The rest is a burning sensation. She understands the meaning of Qin Ran's words, but this does not mean she will give up.

    Or—

    She is more motivated.

    Unlike the rumor story, she has a more direct impression of the demon hunter.

    Did not say anything to her grandfather, Mier secretly made up his mind, because she is very clear, if she told her grandfather, Will will never agree, and even limit her personal freedom.

    Will, far more stubborn than it seems.

    But the inner stubbornness still can't make Will resist the ups and downs of the moment.

    He knows that Qin is very strong.

    But what I didn't expect was that it was strong enough.

    "Is it comparable to the legendary hunters?"

    Will guessed.

    Then, the leader of the special operations team quickly responded.

    He looked at the rest of his teammates and began to shout: "All have, divided into three groups, a group of vigilance, a group to clean the battlefield, a group of rest."

    With one order, the members of the special operations team acted immediately.

    Looking at the busy action group member Laglon returned to his hotel with his axe, and Smith did not have any involvement.

    For the special operations group, Smith has a very stubborn prejudice.

    Raglan saw this prejudice, but there was no idea of ​​persuasion—because he knew some darker facts.

    Each member of the Special Operations Group is undoubtedly worthy of respect.

    It can even be said that without their insistence at night, there would be no sun on the second day of Elders.

    However, those who direct members of the Special Operations Group may not be bright and upright.

    Of course, this person does not mean Will.

    “Remember to go to the backyard and move charcoal to the hall and room after the shower.”

    The innkeeper said to Smith.

    Understand

    Smith nodded.

    Charcoal can effectively absorb bloody smell and is much better than air fresheners.

    When Smith was carrying charcoal, the innkeeper who hadtily washed it did not rest. He opened the surveillance hidden behind the wine cabinet.

    This is what he spends at a big price.

    It is also his handwriting that he is proud of on weekdays.

    Compared with the fact that the Devil's Headquarters is more recommending the mysterious side, he believes that the combination of this technology and the mysterious side is more practical.

    It is a pity that no one in the headquarters is obsessed with this statement.

    Monitoring one after another, when the innkeeper saw the picture displayed on the screen, the innkeeper's face changed.

    Quickly, the innkeeper rushed upstairs.

    When clear and powerful footsteps came, Qin Ran opened the door of the room.

    "Some things, I think you need to look at it."

    The innkeeper looked at Qin Ran who was out of the room and said straight.

    There was no extra words, Qin Ran returned to the monitor behind the innkeeper.

    Here they go.

    HERE

    "And here."

    “All the houses are incomparably neat, and no more people are hurt, and I don’t think those monsters are good citizens who are law-abiding.”

    So

    "I think someone is controlling these monsters."

    "And, this guy wants to start a war!"

    While the hotel owner switched the camera, he turned to look at Qin Ran, with an unprecedented severity in his tone.

    Qin Ran is still cold and expressionless, and has not changed because of the inference of the innkeeper.

    "You already know?"

    The innkeeper is a glimpse.

    Qin Ran threw the kraft paper bag to the innkeeper.

    Without hesitation, the innkeeper pulled out the cowhide bag and took out the documents and photos to read it.

    “I knew that what happened that year was not that simple.”

    "Hadi.Lynn, it’s great to die. ”

    "And Slo.Del and Moore…Hi

    The innkeeper whispered, and the innkeeper sneered out when he saw the words using human living experiments.

    When I read everything, the innkeeper once again looked at Qin Ran, with doubts in his eyes.

    "You show me this, is it that what happened just now is related to the 'Ogret incident'?"

    "Or do you think that the appearance of those monsters is the same as the so-called 'ogres'?"

    “There is an association and no connection.”

    Qin Ran said faintly.

    “What do you mean?”

    The innkeeper is more and more puzzled.

    "The only thing that is related is itself, and there are no other extensions in various senses."

    "The real purpose of the other party?"

    "It’s just to tune the tiger away from the mountain."

    "Of course, it would be better if you could have extra income."

    Qin Ran’s words just fell, and the phone on the side rang.

    Jingle Bell!

    The innkeeper picked up the phone.

    The next moment, the other party was surprised.

    "What?"

    "Webster is dead?!"