"Why do you want to see these hunters?" asked Dylan as Seth dropped the envelope containing the photo on the reception desk.

The 'General' is really a very stingy guy, Seth himself offered to inspect No's house, and then the 'General' also asked Seth to go to the police station to deliver things.

The not-so-tall policewoman Farrell hesitantly looked at the back of the person who dropped the thing and left, thinking that such a thin piece should not be a dangerous thing, pouted and picked it up, and went to find Detective Cholson.

Seth certainly didn't stay long, he only spent some time in the police station some time ago and then was transferred to prison. Although Wells' case was settled because of his own 'death', normal people would have counted their lives on the heads of him and his two companions. He doesn't want to politely wait for any ↓wan↓book↓ロba,a≮nshub→a. people recognize themselves.

"You haven't been back to Grande, haven't you been back?" Seth didn't answer Dylan's question, but asked rhetorically.

"You're my mentor, I'm your student, so I'm learning. Dylan said sincerely.

"Don't be so quick to decide. As soon as he left the police station, looking at the two James who hadn't gone too far, Seth frowned and slowed down, "You still have a Konstantin to choose from." ”

Dylan shook his head, "You know, Zach has made it clear that Konstantin is on Crowley's side, and he's not happy. I don't need to upset him for the sake of proximity, no matter how you look at it, you and I are not willing to be on Crowley's side, so it must be you. ”

Seth pursed his lips and stopped talking.

"Why do you want to go to those hunters?" said Dylan, who was persistent, returning to the original question.

On the way to the police station, Seth had already told a true mentor what it would be like a person to use such a cold weapon.

'It's not that the hunter doesn't want to use more modern thermal weapons. It's that thermal weapons are troublesome. Bullets are consumables, and it is impossible to manufacture silver bullets in batches without a lot of financial resources. Firearms are in the hands of the military and the government, and the official supply of ammunition to those who are qualified to own firearms is mass-produced and not ready to be recycled after use. ’

And the hunters are ordinary citizens, and they don't have the ability to make such consumables in large quantities. In addition, the lethality of bullets is not as crude and effective as cold weapons. For example, vampires, there are very few people who can really hit a vampire in the heart, not to mention the kind of aliens who can move their internal organs at will. So what is needed is area damage to cause enough bleeding. ’

'Even when using thermal weapons, large areas such as grenades and shotguns will be used, dealing damage that can effectively affect the actions of the aliens. As for this crossbow steel cone, it has the same function as the batons used by the police now, which is convenient for recycling. It can be reused or foreplayed......

"Will you tell Sù Zack that I'm going to find the hunter?" Seth didn't answer the question, and asked rhetorically.

Dylan was silent for a moment, "Don't you want me to sue Zack?" After asking, Dylan paused and deflected the subject, "I thought you would want Crowley to know James." I can also make accurate predictions about what I am going to do. ”

Seth performed a soul retrieval on Dylan, and he was even stronger. But obviously. Dylan is different from James, who has the aura of a general's son, he is more rational. Anyway, the resistance is incompetent, so I admit it.

Seth is in mentor mode again, which means that he is no longer stingy with his words. People, uh no. The 'things' that used to be human beings retain the same habits as human beings, and they will only talk more when the conversation is interesting to them. As for whether Seth was interested in 'teaching' or if he was interested in every question Dylan, everyone remembers that Seth said to Zach. Is he a teacher?

"I'm not Crowley. Seth glanced at Dylan, who was floating beside him, "You'll know when you really become a demon." When you devour other people's experiences to replenish yourself, you will find that life is just repeating the same thing at different times and places. A different name, a different era, joyful and sad, just repeated. ”

Dylan thought about it.

Seth continued, "So like Crowley, she doesn't know how many eras she has existed, she doesn't know how many life demons she has 'eaten', she knows what she knows. You don't know how many years ago, there was a person who was going through this, just like James is now. ”

Dylan didn't like the expression, but he at least understood the meaning, "So you just didn't eat enough?"

Seth glanced at Dylan again, "I'm not in the mood to look closely at my own food, I just swallow it." ”

I don't know if Dylan listened, floated aside, and pulled the topic back again, "Why don't you want Zach to know?"

Seth watched as James and Wes got into the car and disappeared into the road, "not that I didn't want to, but I wanted to confirm something before he knew." Seth shook his head, stepping out of his role as a mentor, he was in such a state that he didn't want to say more, he lowered his head and walked briskly in the direction of No's house.

Knoll's stall is located in the easternmost part of the North District, starting from the east of Reipt and ending in the southeast, passing through Becky, the city government, and the police station, occupying more than half of the eastern boundary of the North District. But not the entire beach is open to the public.

Only about a quarter of the beach is a place of public entertainment, with half of the remaining being occupied by fishing grounds and half by private villa areas.

If you want to be canned into fish, you can feel free to play in the sea full of nets.

Then there will be people who will intrude into the private villa area to have fun, but in order not to have a good time at the beach barbecue, a person who looks like a maid runs out and threatens to call the police, so it's better not to go near there anyway.

Nou's home was the latter, and thanks to his deep pockets, Seth came here to see the same things as Noe had described, with no extra cordons and police officers to investigate.

Seth frowned. The fence in the front yard was knocked off, and the turf near the driveway was turned up, dragged and crumpled together by the fence. There were also several scattered bullet casings in the driveway. The fence of the front porch, starting from the front door and continuing to the extent of the garage, was completely broken. Wood chips are scattered on the front porch. Half of the front wall is also completely truncated, and the split wood slag can directly see the sofa and TV that have been blown up in the room......

If it weren't for the wall still connected to the ceiling, I am afraid that the whole side would collapse.

The garage is in good shape, and although the iron roll-up door is riddled with bullet holes, it is still intact because it is limited by tracks on both sides. It's just that I'm afraid that No's bullets are a little more. And the door was broken in two.

Seth didn't come closer, he had heard a tiny sound, a faint electromagnetic noise, like the sound of a radio on FM.

The sound of the spring flicking, Seth just turned sideways, and a steel cone flew past his chest.

"Stop!" No's voice came from his dilapidated house, "don't you recognize it! that's the witcher who escaped from hell!"

Seth was recognized. It's like he's recognized by Robert in prison.

Seth turned and looked ahead, waiting for the other to come out. Just walk into the place where the hunters are ambushed. He didn't want to do such a stupid thing.

"Get out of here! Demon Witcher!We don't have anything to say to you!" the same voice, "We respect what you're doing!"

Seth didn't speak, but he didn't leave either.

"I'll count to three! If you don't leave, don't blame us!"

"One, two, three!"

The sound of the machine spring sounded. Something with spikes was launched and began to unfold in the air! It was a net! a metal net! As for what kind of metal. Needless to say?

Seth frowned, looking at the net that was fully unfolded on the ground, and Dylan's figure above it flickered loosely. Although his necromantic body was not yet caught in the net of the entity, the restraint of the metal on the soul was evident when the net swept over him.

Seth didn't know if it was worse to get along like this, or if it was worse to be told by Robert in prison that he was going to turn into a demon. He shook his head, "I'm looking for a woman." The maid of this house. ”

He was answered by a small ball of leather that had been ignited, like a baseball, 'slowly' towards where Seth was standing.

Seth had to dodge to the side again because the ball burned out of the fuse just as it reached where he was standing. It exploded. Enough flames to envelop five or six people burst out on the folded turf!

Seth stopped talking nonsense, the back of his jacket was not lifted, and the standard revolver of the 'General' pointed to Nuo's house, "Two on the first floor, three on the second floor, I can still keep a bullet." ”

The pulling of the springs, which had already sounded, stopped.

Demons plus guns, it's a human hunter's nightmare.

Nightmares are usually justified, but no one now wonders why demons would use the thermal weapons that humans created to compensate for their own shortcomings.

"What do you want?!

Seth put his hand on his chin, "Maid, so tall." His hand was at his side again, "So fat, middle-aged, very white, like to talk." It's the maid of this house. ”

"I haven't seen it!"

Seth put down his gun, turned and left.

"Wait!" The tattered door was opened, and the middle-aged man who came out kicked away the splinters of wood at his feet, and he still had blood-stained bandages tied around his shoulders, and it seemed that No's indiscriminate fire suppression still caused some damage.

"Witcher, you come to the maid, do you know the owner of this house!"

Seth turned his head and glanced at the other man, "He's a human, are you going to start hunting humans?"

"It's none of your business!

Seth lowered his head, paused for a moment, and said what he was sure of, of course, he said very unobviously, "If you are looking for someone who will send the hunter to prison and await execution, you have found the wrong person." ”

"Rivenci them?" the middle-aged man tugged at the corners of his mouth, "I'm not interested in that kind of guy who doesn't do things well! I'm not interested in the alpha here! I just need this guy, No. Rippet! Where is he!"

Seth glanced at Dylan, who had managed to stabilize his body, and turned away, "You can try with me." (To be continued......)