After the explosion, a rain of blood fell from the sky, crackling and smashing on the dry and hard ground.

The sense of fear in Smith's veins made him instinctively take a step to the side, making way for Qin Ran, who walked forward, passed by Raglan, and walked into the inn hall.

Stomp and tread.

The footsteps gradually moved towards the second floor, and the innkeeper let out a breath of turbid air as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"Has this guy reached this level?"

The innkeeper muttered to himself.

Such a self-muttering voice naturally could not be concealed from Smith, who was on the side.

Smith was stunned.

What is this guy that has reached this level?

Could anyone else be able to do the same thing?

The half-breed, who was not stupid, immediately thought of more possibilities from this sentence.

"Witcher?"

Smith looked up into the distance, the corpses of thousands of monsters fell there densely and layer upon layer, and involuntarily, Smith clenched his fists.

At this moment, in the bottom of Smith's heart, the picture of thousands of heads bursting just now was constantly being played, and with such a picture, Qin Ran's image was once again infinitely elevated by Smith.

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

The pride in his talent that Smith had in his heart disappeared at this moment.

The rest, just catch up!

Catch up with Qin Ran as the goal!

He wanted to become a demon hunter like Qin Ran.

And at this time, there was another person who had this idea: Meel.

Thump!

The street was so silent that it seemed to freeze, and a young man in the Einsatzgruppen suddenly fell to the ground, both frightened and narrowly escaped.

The relaxation after being extremely nervous made him unable to control his body freely.

No one laughed at him, though.

Because, a lot of people are like that.

Even Will and Meel are no exception.

The advisor girl leaned against the wall on one side, gasping for breath.

Her gaze almost subconsciously looked from the monster corpse to the small inn behind her.

The horror was slowly fading from the advisory girl's emerald green eyes, and what was left was a burning sensation, she understood the meaning of Qin Ran's words, but it didn't mean that she would give up.

Or rather......

She was even more scrappy.

Unlike the rumors, she has a more direct impression of the witcher.

Without saying anything more to her grandfather, Meer secretly made up her mind in her heart, because she knew very well that if she informed her grandfather of her intentions, Will would never agree, and would even restrict her personal freedom.

Will, far more stubborn than it seems.

But the stubbornness of his heart still can't make Will resist the upside-down heart at this moment.

He knew that Qin Ran was very strong.

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

"Compare to those legendary witchers, huh?"

Will guessed.

Then, the leader of the special operations group reacted quickly.

He looked at the members of the group who had survived the catastrophe and began to shout loudly: "All of them, divided into three groups, one group to guard, one group to clean the battlefield, and one group to rest." ”

At the sound of the order, the members of the special operations group immediately took action.

Watching Raglan, a busy member of the operations team, return to his hotel with his axe on his shoulder, Smith also had no intention of getting involved.

Smith was extremely stubbornly biased against the Einsatzgruppen.

Raglan saw this prejudice, but had no intention of persuading him—for he knew some of the darker truths.

There is no doubt that every member of the Einsatzgruppen is worthy of respect.

It could even be said that without their perseverance at night, there would be no Sun the next day for IDEX.

However, the people who command the members of the Einsatzgruppen are not necessarily above board.

Of course, this man didn't mean Will.

"Remember to go to the backyard and bring some charcoal to the hall and room after taking a shower."

The innkeeper said to Smith.

"Understood."

Smith nodded.

Charcoal can effectively absorb the smell of blood, which is much better than air fresheners.

While Smith was carrying the charcoal, the innkeeper, who had been hurriedly rinsed, did not rest, and turned on the surveillance hidden behind the wine cabinet.

It's something he spends a lot of money to follow.

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

In contrast, the Witcher Headquarters prefers the practice of the mysterious side, and he believes that the combination of his technology and the mysterious side is more practical.

It's a pity that none of the old diehards at headquarters agree with this statement.

Surveillance moves one after another, and the innkeeper's face changed when he saw what was on the screen.

Soon, the innkeeper rushed upstairs.

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

"There's something that I think you need to look at."

The innkeeper looked at Qin Ran who walked out of the room and said directly.

Without any extra words, Qin Ran followed the innkeeper back to the monitor.

"Look here."

"Here."

"And here."

"All the houses are incredibly tidy, and no more people are hurt, and I don't think those monsters are good law-abiding citizens."

"So ......"

"I think someone is controlling these monsters."

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

The innkeeper turned his head to look at Qin Ran while switching cameras, and his tone was unprecedentedly serious.

And Qin Ran was still cold and expressionless, and there was no change in the slightest because of the innkeeper's inference.

"You already knew?"

The innkeeper was stunned.

Qin Ran threw the kraft paper bag to the innkeeper.

Without hesitation, the innkeeper tore open the leather bag, took out the documents and photos in it and read them carefully.

"I knew it wasn't that simple."

"Hardy. Lynn, it's so good to die. ”

"And Sloe. Del and Moore...... Hey. ”

The innkeeper muttered under his breath, and the innkeeper sneered at the sight of the words using human experiments in vivo.

After reading everything, the innkeeper looked at Qin Ran again, with doubts in his eyes.

"You're showing me this, do you think what just happened has something to do with the 'Ogre Incident'?"

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

"There are both associations and non-associations."

Qin Ran said lightly.

"What do you mean?"

The innkeeper was getting more and more puzzled.

"It's just about it, and it's not extended in any other sense."

"The other party's real purpose?"

"It's just to divert the tiger from the mountain."

"Of course, it would be nice to have something extra."

As soon as Qin Ran's words fell, the phone on the side rang.

Jingle bells!

The innkeeper picked up the phone.

The next moment, the other party was surprised.

"What?"

"Webster is dead?!"