Ademisol was silent for a moment:

"What are you trying to say by this?"

"I'm telling you an important fact, recognizing that there are boundaries to what we can do."

Aldrich's tone gradually deepened.

"Even if you count the nine of you in the Punisher Squad, most of them are Sequence 9."

"Among them, you and Catelyn are not good at frontal combat, and Dimon is physically handicapped, so there are only six people left, but there are hundreds or more wild extraordinaries outside."

Although Ademisor was eager to remind the captain that there was also the Heart of the Machines and the Night Watch Team, as well as various powerful seals, Aldiz did not give him this chance, and continued to his own heart:

"Most of them are dealt with passively, and it is also a common practice to deal with problems when they occur, and to report to the authorities for help when there are problems that cannot be handled."

Then his tone changed to helplessness.

"Especially after the invention of the steam train, the flow of people between places is becoming more and more frequent, and the extraordinary ones are no exception.

"But there are many extraordinary people who are well hidden, and they are like ordinary people, and you never know when they will come and when they will go."

"Let's just talk about this runaway case, maybe the murderer committed the case in Tingen City yesterday, and today he went to another city, waited patiently after reporting, patrolled diligently, and actively prevented, this is what we can do now."

"I see."

Ademisor replied in a complicated tone, looking a little deflated, and the captain's words made the image of the official extraordinary person in his heart lose his aura and become realistic and concrete.

He understood that the captain had a point.

The captain, who has always been short-tempered, patiently explained so much, and he knew in his heart that this was the other party's kindness, so he didn't want to be too idealistic.

Seeing this, Odrizzi's tone slowed down, patted Ademisol on the shoulder and comforted:

"Okay, cheer up, we won't do nothing, at least the preliminary investigation and necessary precautions will still be done."

Then he pointed to the first room on the right hand side of the stairs and said:

"As for you, Lucas's case is closed, I got the revolver back for you, you can go to that room and ask Parkinson for it, and get some demon hunting bullets and ordinary bullets."

"Your task today is to continue to learn from Caitlin and find time to improve your marksmanship, and Parkinson will tell you where to practice."

I know where to go, the "Zotland Shooting Club" affiliated with the National Police Agency.

Ademisor muttered to himself silently, and then glanced at the captain again.

"I'll let you know if there's any progress on the case."

The captain, who knew what he wanted to say, made a commitment first.

"Don't let yourself be too tired, if you have a headache, you can just go out and walk around, people like us shouldn't be working in the office like civilians, go ahead."

Aldrizzi pretended to laugh lightly and urged Ademisor to act quickly.

As instructed by the captain, he went to the first room on the right hand side of the stairs.

The door was wide open, and in the doorway stood a tall, thin middle-aged man, his head shining, and the few remaining locks of hair neatly combed to the side.

"Good morning, you're Parkinson, Captain asked me to come to you to get your equipment."

Parkinson glanced at Ademisor, nodded without speaking, and turned around and walked into the warehouse inside the room.

After a while, he came out with a bag.

"It's your stuff, check it, sign it."

Parkinson said in a businesslike tone as he poured the contents of the bag onto the table:

A familiar revolver, a few boxes of ammunition and a leather pouch.

After a brief look at it and confirming that there were no problems, Ademisol signed the equipment receipt to confirm.

"And this."

After seeing him finish, Parkinson handed over a metal badge that read: Special Operations Department Group 6.

"With this badge, you can go to the shooting club at 3 Zotland Street, which is the special shooting range of the National Police Agency."

After thanking him, Ademisor took the badge and prepared to leave.

Parkinson, who was behind him, suddenly added:

"The badges of the National Police Department are custom-made, and if they are lost, they need to pay 4 soles for replacement."

"Uh... Thanks for the reminder. ”

Stingy! Miserly! Random charges!

Ademisore twitched out of the corner of his eye, waved his hand with his back to Parkinson, and strode out of the room.

After hesitating for a few seconds at the top of the stairs, Ademisore quickly chose between the shooting club and the library and archives, and walked towards the left-hand side.

In addition to being afraid of causing Caitlin's displeasure because of skipping class for no reason, he also wanted to take the opportunity to practice shooting and have a "fateful" chance encounter with Mr. Ke.

According to his memory, Gram in the original book always went to the shooting club in the afternoon to practice.

Naturally, I have to go in the afternoon, so let's continue to study honestly in the morning.

Twisting the doorknob and entering the library and archives, Ademisore was surprised to find that Caitlyn's chair was missing from the doorway.

Absence?

Puzzled, he took a few more steps inside, and between the two rows of bookshelves, he saw Caitlyn with her hair falling like a golden waterfall.

She sat upright in her chair, reading a book of incredible thickness in her hand.

I couldn't stand the noise outside, so I moved the chair inside.

With a chuckle in his heart, he turned back and gently closed the door, keeping the noise out.

Hearing the movement, Caitlyn looked up and saw that it was Ademisor, and she rarely took the initiative to speak:

"I heard you were in danger yesterday?"

He was stunned for a moment, then smiled and nodded:

"Yes, ma'am."

"Seriously?"

Caitlyn expressed concern in a cold tone.

"It's already much better, thank you for your concern."

Caitlin nodded, "Concentrated meditation for a quarter of an hour is effective in relieving headaches." ”

"Thanks, I'll try."

Ademisore had just finished thanking him when he suddenly heard a faint snoring.

He looked in amazement and found that the chair that should have belonged to him had been occupied by someone else.

The man's body was leaning back in his chair, his neck leaning back, his bright blonde hair hanging down.

Ademisor's unfinished "Fundamental Theory of the Occult" was spread out over the man's face, his breath heaving, and a slight snoring came from under the spread book.

"This is..."

Ademisore looked at Caitlyn suspiciously, hoping to find out who the uninvited guest was.

Immediately, the doubt in his eyes turned to shock.

Ms. Caitlin... Face... Flushed?

This must be my hallucination, the after-effects of a headache!

Seeing the disbelief on Ademisore's face, Catelyn's face became more and more ruddy, like a ripe apple, completely destroying her original cold temperament.

She bit her lip lightly and shouted viciously:

"Rex!"