Two days later, in the afternoon, at the gate of the special branch in Montech Prefecture, two specially modified jeeps quickly drove out in the direction of the nearest city near the base after passing through heavy and strict inspections.

Simon sat in the back seat of the second car, quietly watching out the window and admiring the scenery on both sides of the road.

In addition to him, there was also a driver and a good-looking female assistant in the car, and five capable soldiers accompanied him in the first car to protect him at all times.

Yesterday afternoon, Simon applied to David, the supreme commander of the substation, that he needed to go out for a while and do his friend a small favor by the way.

Originally, he thought that this matter would not be passed easily, but he didn't expect David to sign and approve his application without saying a word.

His only request was that Simon take the arranged entourage with him, and that his assistants be allowed to send reports of his whereabouts to the precinct at regular intervals each day.

Simon understands this very well, and does not feel that his privacy has been violated like the pig's feet in the movie and TV series, so he is very uncooperative and even tries to escape.

Instead, he immediately agreed to David's request.

After all, there is no harm in having an extra layer of official protection, and he is not going to do anything unseemly, but with the records and returns of these eyes all the way, I believe that his personal evaluation will be higher improved.

A senior technical talent who is willing to help friends and is willing to abide by the rules and regulations, I don't think anyone will not like it!

In this way, I believe that his personal information and evaluation in the sub-bureau will be more positive, more able to hide his true identity, and the more room for his activities.

The car soon drove out of the forbidden area set up by the Special Bureau, and the desolate roads covered with sand and gravel on both sides gradually became lively, and from time to time you could see tall billboards erected on both sides and a few fragments of gas stations.

Simon looked at his reflection in the car window, the mirror of eternity on his earlobe quivering silently.

Several ghost wolf cubs that had grown up in a circle couldn't wait to jump out, chasing and playing excitedly.

The night before, after Cole showed him a video of Van Haysey's current situation, Simon agreed to his request after a little thought and prepared to go see Van Haysey.

For one thing, these witchers have been traveling between black and white for a long time, and they are very well-informed, and it always hurts to be friendly with them. The second is that he is still a little interested in the curse on Van Heisy.

Because, he found out that the curse in Van Heisy could be recognized by him.

The punishment of the Iron Virgin.

This curse is named after the punishment that was notorious in the Middle Ages, and they were also a punishment for the victim to survive but not to die, and they were both nightmare curses used to punish the unfaithful.

The curse in Van Heisy turned out to be very similar to a curse in the witchcraft codex he looked through in the Grey Mist Castle, you must know that after the Grey Mist Castle was completely packaged, Simon naturally did not let go of the various loot collected inside, among which the witchcraft book of the little witch Dressa made him look at it even more.

That's why he felt a curse a little familiar, because it was very similar to the curse in the witchcraft codex left by Delissa's mother, and the two might seem to be a little different in the way they were presented, but the inner core was extremely similar.

Simon also summoned Teresa for this, and after asking her in detail for her opinion, he was already eight or nine sure that Van Haysey was the curse.

This curse is made of the oath and bodily fluids stripped of by the recipient, and then mixed with dozens of special materials to make a potion, and then cast a curse, and the solution is to use the materials to make a potion to destroy the foundation of the curse, so as to remove the curse.

Otherwise, why would they go to themselves, looking for a potions master to lift the curse, which is not at all professional.

When it comes to dealing with curses, shamans are the best. Whether it's spell removal or spelling, they are the most proficient in this skill. Compared to them, the various negative curses in the Necromantic School are not on the table at all.

When the Supreme Court swept through the wastelands of East Africa, these voodoo shamans had wiped out dozens of crusader brigades, including two high priests of the Scepter who died in this land for unknown reasons, and finally confiscated their holy souls.

Cole came to find him this time, and it was definitely a witcher who recognized the curse in Van Haysey, so he kept calling to make sure that he could save Van Haysey.

Half an hour later, two jeeps were merging onto the highway, and the traffic was coming to the western-style town of Stalan.

This is the closest city to the Bureau of Anomalies, and it's where Simon has chosen to meet with Cole.

After all, there is nothing wrong with being careful, even if he has dealt with these witchers a lot, but

But there is still no guarantee that this is not a trap, but a trap set by someone with a heart for himself.

When he went to ask for leave before, David told himself seriously that in the underground world of the transcendental, a high-level potions master like himself was a sought-after commodity, and there were often various deputy positions in it who were sold as pigs.

So you should be careful to pay attention to it. It's a matter of your own safety, no matter how careful you are, it's more appropriate to choose to meet on your own territory.

The jeep eventually stopped in front of a three-story house on the east side of Stellon's small town, where Cole and a skinny old man were already waiting at the door.

Simon had already recognized the identity of the skinny old man, who was also Woody, the witcher who had participated in the Tremir Gobi incident at the time.

"Hey, Cole, long time no see, you're coming so fast!" Simon greeted them politely as soon as he got out of the car.

"It's been a long time, the last time we saw each other was at St. Mungor's Hospital, and before you know it, it's been months. Cole stepped forward and gave Simon a warm hug. "Man, I've heard that you're a celebrity in the Peculiar Bureau now, so you should be doing well!"

It's just that before he got close to Simon, the five GIs who got off the first car were already in front of him, preventing him from completely getting close to Simon.

Cole's outstretched hands paused slightly, and he naturally let them go, not feeling any embarrassment at all, and his face was still full of smiles.

"Heh, the shelves are quite big, you have set the location here, and you have to bring so many people to protect yourself. The people in the Special Bureau are really powerful. Woody next to him couldn't stand it, and directly sneered.

He stared at Simon, his face full of dissatisfaction.

Simon didn't pay much attention to this, but smiled apologetically and explained slightly, "I'm really sorry, it's all a rule in the bureau, and I can't help it." Time is of the essence, let's go and see what happened to Fan Haixi first!"

Woody looked at Simon with an apologetic face, and finally just snorted coldly, and quickly led them to the house.

Soon, Simon was in the room where Van Haysey was.

In a room on the second floor, the curtains had long been drawn, and the room was dark, full of restlessness and stuffiness, and a faint smell of blood constantly lingered in the room.

Simon really saw that Van Hysey's condition was much more serious than what he watched on video.

The originally handsome, mature and handsome uncle of the witcher is no longer human, and he can no longer see his original demeanor.

Fan Haixi was hanging naked in the room at the moment, his face was distorted, the teeth in his mouth had already been bitten, and the corners of his mouth were constantly bleeding.

Rust-red barbed iron spikes continued to pierce from his skin, especially on his engorged and swollen hooks, from which several sharp fishhook-like iron spikes would burst out from them.

The sharp iron hook swirled from skin to skin along his hook, and the sound of stabbing skin cutting was clearly audible.

Drops of red, hot blood continued to drip down the iron thorns.

Whenever this happens, Van Haysy will let out a miserable howl of extreme pain, but even so, his hook does not weaken in the slightest, it keeps congesting and expanding, and at the same time, a strange force will emerge from his body, constantly recovering his injured body.

After Simon glanced at the side for a while, he felt that his crotch was filled with endless chills, he subconsciously tightened his legs, and couldn't help muttering to himself, "This is too ruthless! I'm afraid it won't be used after it is saved." ”

"Who says it's not, the former witch piledriver Van Haixi is afraid that it will be completely finished, and it is estimated that he will never hear his lace news in the tavern again. An elderly witcher next to him replied casually, but there was a little more indescribable pleasure and excitement in his tone.