St. Parker Community High School, Galveston, Texas, USA.

"It as a Monday ... ”

Yellowing leaves paved the roads of this small community, and a cool breeze with autumn flavor blew, and another leaf was immediately blown off the trees on both sides.

A muscle pickup truck full of American characteristics pulled up on the side of the road at the community high school, and a blonde girl opened the passenger door and jumped out, casually ripping the small shoulder bag from the seat.

Alan looked at his daughter and didn't speak, just held out his hand to her.

"Ahh You're driving me crazy. Joe rolled his eyes at the sky, then pulled out a long, sharp dagger from behind his waist, spun it around with the handle facing forward, and handed it to Alan.

Carrying the empty shoulder bag, Joe tucked her long blond hair and turned to walk towards the school that had annoyed her.

"That as a boring small ton ... ”

Walking in the corridor, men and women came and went, and along the way, I had seen at least three or four young couples leaning against the lockers by the wall to talk about love, and from time to time there was a wave.

Joe has no friends, she doesn't bother to find them, and the girls' circles ostracize her, secretly calling her a freak.

The boys were divided into two factions, the nerdy and good students who also thought Joe was a dangerous knife-playing freak, and the other was the sturdy lads of the local rugby team, who thought Joe was a hot and difficult little wild cat, and they were very interested in getting her, provided they didn't hurt themselves.

So that's another reason why girls ostracize Joe.

You're not part of our popular cheerleading squad, so why would those sturdy lads be interested in you?

Syllable!

Tucking his shoulder bag into a locker, he walked towards the classroom for the first class, a long dagger turning quickly in his hand.

Well, Alan apparently failed to confiscate completely.

Joe was too lazy to pay attention to what the crowd around him thought of him, and felt extremely bored.

This group of naïve and boring peers, they don't understand anything, and they care about every day except whether they can get a qualified C+ grade, either a school football game, or they are busy messing around with their little girlfriends.

When you become a witcher, you also lose something, like adolescence.

“Hey... Jo...”

“Get out my face... (Simple translation: roll.) ）”

Before one of the team members who stopped him could finish speaking, Joe immediately slammed back, then walked around and continued towards the classroom.

“Shit... hat a bitch...", the little white handsome guy muttered and cursed with a look of displeasure.

The class was boring, especially a history lesson, and although the middle-aged history teacher tried to save the day and try to make the lesson a little more interesting, it still didn't work.

For Joe, the teachers were also helpless, no matter which classroom she was in, her desk was either empty or stacked with a large piece of newspaper, which seemed to contain some important information.

Joe didn't listen to the lecture at all, she was looking for a demon lurking in the school at the moment, for several days in a row, and nothing was gained, but there were still some clues, at least a few targets had been locked.

As long as you stay up until the end of school, you can keep an eye on yourself.

Regarding his father's death, his mother Alan was reluctant to say more to herself, but simply said a rough idea: in a hunt, he was killed by a demon, and forbade himself to become a demon hunter, forcing himself to live an ordinary life.

But Jo has never been an obedient baby, and she's been secretly tracking down the demon who killed her father, trying to figure out his identity, and then killing him.

Maybe Alan was right about forbidding his daughter to be a witcher, Joe wasn't calm and didn't think about it that much, this was a fatal wound for the witcher.

The day passed quickly, and at half past three in the afternoon, some of the students who had no classes were already packing up their things and preparing for life after school.

Joe still had a lesson, but she dropped it off, and was wearing headphones at the moment, pretending not to care about following a classmate who looked a little skinny.

The boy, she knows, is a nerd with a pair of black-rimmed glasses and looks well-mannered (no high belt and shiny shirt, don't think about it).

The boy didn't get on the school bus, so he walked along the road with his schoolbag on his back, as if he was going to walk home, anyway, the place where everyone lived was not far away, after all, the community was not big.

So I followed all the way to the town, and saw the boy walk into a small alley.

Jo immediately followed quickly, took out the cross from his pocket, and found that it was already extremely hot at the moment.

That's him, a demon!

From her waist pulled out a long dagger inscribed with countless runes, which she had temporarily borrowed from the Winchester brothers.

The boy stopped at the moment, as if about to make a phone call, and Joe seized the opportunity and immediately rushed forward, raised the demon hunting knife, and stabbed it violently.

But she failed, and the boy jerked back, stretched out his right hand, and jerked forward, and Jo immediately stopped moving, an invisible resistance that prevented her from moving on.

The boy's eyes were dark, and when he saw that it was Joe, he slowly shook his head.

"You still found me, but you listen to me, I haven't done anything bad, I was born a demon, I came from Germany with my father, we never crossed paths with other demons, I just wanted to finish my studies. ”

"Do you think I'm going to believe it, you demons don't do bad things!" Joe continued to push harder, trying to get closer to the boy.

"No, no, no, you listen to me... The boy explained as he approached Joe, trying to let her guard down.

"I really ... Halfway through the boy's speech, he didn't have a chance to continue.

It seems that he really has no hostile intentions, but Joe's murderous intent is ironclad.

This demon didn't seem to be skilled in his own power, and he actually allowed Joe to break through that barrier.

The Demon Hunting Knife slammed into the boy's chest, and the latter immediately screamed, his dark eyes crackling and burning, and his entire body flashed violently.

"I, no, phase, faith. Joe had no affection or pity for these demonic fellows who had killed their own father.

The corpse of the demon with its eyes burned to the ground fell to the ground, and Joe drew her demon hunting knife, but she heard a scream.

It's been discovered!

And the demon had already answered the phone, and at this moment the other side of the phone had heard what was happening here, and a burst of eager German came out of the phone.

"You... You.. You killed him?" a passing uncle who heard the shouting stared at the boss, and was speechless for a moment in shock.

Then he was knocked unconscious from behind.

Alan rushed over with three witchers, and when he saw Joe, who was a little stunned, he immediately pulled her up and ran out.

"Get in the car, I've told you how many times, don't go demon hunting without permission! Now it's okay, your wanted warrant will soon be in the local news and on the streets!"

"It's a demon lurking in the school, I must kill him! You're just going to count me down, and you're never going to know much about it!"

On the pickup truck galloping towards the outside of the city, the mother and daughter quarreled again.

At the scene of the incident, it was already a police car surrounded by alarm bells.

Police and medical examiners are busy taking pictures and performing autopsies.

A middle-aged man in a black suit walked in across the cordon, seemingly a high-ranking police detective.

Squatted down and looked at the boy's body for a long time, because he leaned forward, so a tattoo appeared on his neck.

It was a black iron cross with a circle in the center of the cross with a Chinese character written in the circle.

"Mobilize all the personnel of the Thule Society in Texas, find the witcher, the old man came to Germany, just this one grandson, now he is dead, the old man wants the witcher and his friends to be buried together. ”

The middle-aged man got up and walked out, dialed a phone and spoke.

After a few days, Joe dropped out of school and stayed at the Witcher's Bar to help his mother, Alan, run the bar.

She couldn't show her face openly, because the witcher had brought back the news, and it seemed that the demon she had killed was of high status, and now there was an extremely powerful neutral demon organization looking for her all over the United States.

They have a ubiquitous eyeliner in government, in the police, and even among street passers-by, and Joe's wanted warrants are all over Texas.

The Thule Society, a demonic organization that is secretly no worse than hell, heard that their people are all from Germany, dating back to the Black Cross Division during World War II, that is, the German captain.

Fifteen years ago, Texas.

The two middle-aged men were suspended in mid-air with extremely painful faces, and on the ground in front of them stood a demon wearing a white suit and a red rose pinned to his chest.

"How dare you hunt me, hunt down Asmodeus, the noble prince of hell? Very well, for your courage, I will give you a happy death, stupid witcher. ”

As he spoke, Asmotai slammed his right hand, and the necks of the two witchers immediately clicked, and their heads tilted unnaturally to the left.

Straightening his suit, Asmodeus waved his hand and motioned for the demons behind him to follow.

"In the election of the new King of Hell, I can't defeat Stanley's unruly old bastard, and soon, Hell will usher in the most powerful period!"

"That's right, Lord Asmo, you are destined to be the king of hell!" the demons flattered.

Kicked the corpse of a witcher at his feet, turned him over, and a round necklace fell out, and there was a picture in the open disc of Joe from the time of young Alan and little Lori.

"Sneer... Let me discover your family, and I promise to tear them apart alive. ”

Asmodeus scoffed disdainfully, and a flame enveloped him, returning to hell on the eve of the election.