The salary king in the comics

Chapter 223 Dolls
In Clint's eyes, Jamie, who had originally shifted to the detective's back, ran behind Geralt at some point, sticking out his long tongue just like his wife who had just been killed.

But Geralt didn't even look back, he grabbed the tongue with his backhand, and pulled it forward.

Jamie was pulled up by Geralt and landed on the sand where the bonfire was lit in front of him.

Shaking his head at Jamie, Geralt wiped the hand that had just grabbed his tongue on the detective with his mouth wide open in disgust.

"I thought you could hide it longer, why can't you pretend now?"

The tongue, which was several meters long, slowly retracted into Jamie's mouth, and when the tongue was completely retracted, Jamie's expression became different.

If the Jamie just now was a sneak attacking evil spirit, now he has reverted to the reckless young man before.

Clint hurried over, put the long sword on Jamie's shoulder, ready to kill him at any time.

"What's going on here? Isn't the enemy Mary Xiao? Why has he become a monster too?"

At this moment, the police detective reacted belatedly, holding the shotgun in his hand and not knowing who to aim at.

"Detective! Do you really think that a young child can avoid being searched under Mary Xiao's eyes and just cover his mouth to avoid death?"

"Isn't it? It's said in nursery rhymes. And... can you stop wiping your hands on me!"

The detective's original black clothes were already crumpled by Geralt's wiping.

After finally finishing wiping, Geralt explained slowly: "Believe this nursery rhyme released by Mary Shaw? That's as naive as believing the package picture of instant noodles! Besides, who came up with this nursery rhyme?
The weird nursery rhyme suddenly spread in the small town, which happened to explain a way to save life under Mary Shaw's watchful eyes?

The final interpretation of nursery rhymes belongs to Mary Xiao, and it depends on Mary Xiao's mood to escape from Mary Xiao's hands. Have you checked the information, has anyone really escaped from Mary Xiao's hands? "

The police detective recalled the previous investigation. Since Mary Xiao was killed, except for Jamie, who claimed to have escaped under Mary Xiao, everyone else died one after another.

Since everyone is going to die, why keep this Jamie?

"There is only one case, Jamie is also Mary Xiao's subordinate, and he is even the first human puppet made by Mary Xiao..."

Hearing this, the detective didn't care anymore about Geralt wiping his hands on him.

He carefully guarded the darkness with a shotgun. The originally lively manor had turned into dead silence at this moment.

"No! I'm not! I'm human! I'm Jamie, and I have a wife named Mary Ann, who died at the hands of Mary Shaw..."

Jamie on the ground, listening to Geralt's explanation, slapped his body frantically, trying to find out the difference between himself and the puppet, and kept explaining his identity and family background...

"Mary Shaw...Mary Ann...What a similar name, have you never thought that the person who gets along with you day and night is your creator?"

"No! You're lying to me! I'm human!"

Now Jamie is completely crazy, all he can say is that I am human.

Seeing this situation, Clint didn't wait any longer, and swung his sword down, chopping off Jamie's head.

However, another long tongue protruded from the darkness, hit Clint's long sword, was ignited by the flame enchantment on the long sword, and retracted into the darkness.

But with this attack, Jamie escaped Clint's sword.

Jamie landed on all fours, not acting like a human at all, as if being dragged on the ground by someone, he quickly rushed into the darkness.

Now, only Geralt, Hill, Clint, and the police detective remained standing in place.

The dead silence of the darkness attracted only inner panic. The police detective tentatively took out a piece of wood burning in the campfire and threw it into the darkness.

Under the illumination of the flames, the situation in the dark can barely be seen clearly.It belonged to the people in the small town before, and they were watching here in the dark.

"Damn it! Back off! Back off! I'm a police detective! I need your cooperation! Get out of here..."

Geralt is now the most relaxed in the crowd, admonishing the detective: "Save your energy, detective. Didn't I say it? Jamie might be the first, I didn't say it He was the last..."

Hearing Geralt's words, the detective stepped back slightly, and the shotgun was pointed into the darkness.

The police detective finally retreated to Geralt's side, and said without looking back, "You seem to have a plan for all of this! Think of a way!"

"A solution? In fact, I have it early in the morning. I said it before..."

Geralt only half-spoken each time, and Clint was the most tormented. During this time, he received this kind of education from Geralt all the time.

In the end, Clint gave up, his experience was not enough for him to face the current situation.

"I was wrong, Geralt, just tell me what you have! I really can't think of any way, I can only think of calling air strikes or armored troops to support..."

This time Clint's explanation did not disappoint Geralt, he nodded and said: "This is also a way, and we already have the relevant foundation..."

Hearing Geralt's words, Clint shifted his gaze to Hill.

The director of S.H.I.E.L.D. has not expressed any opinions or remarks so far, but just like an outsider, observing and recording everything.

When Geralt was teaching the apprentices, the puppets in the darkness were also approaching step by step. They formed a wall of puppets, oppressing the space here.

"If you have any good methods, you'd better use them now, they're coming!"

The detective's shotgun started to fire at these puppets, but the power of the shotgun just opened a gap in the puppet wall, which was quickly filled by the puppets later.

Hill was also waiting. She also wanted to see what amazing tricks Geralt, the hunter, had. However, when the crisis was at hand, she had no plans to make a move. She seemed to be waiting for the other party to make a move just like her.

When the police detective fired the last shot, threw the gun at the puppet wall, and took out the spare pistol, Hill finally stopped waiting.

"Agent 13, move, clear all enemies."

Following Hill's order, the original darkness was illuminated. Around the town, and gradually inward, one after another flares flew into the sky.

The flares launched one after another illuminated the entire town. Under the light, the S.H.I.E.L.D. combat troops occupied the key points of all the buildings.

As for Geralt and Hill, the first to come was the Quinjet fighter from S.H.I.E.L.D.

Three Quinjet fighter jets, in a battle formation, hovered over the heads of the crowd, and their Gatling cannons began to plow the ground.

Those puppet walls were easily pierced in front of the machine gun like a piece of paper.

A few ropes were dropped from the Quinjet fighter jet, and a small commando team descended from above to the crowd.

These rappelling combatants did not rashly use their weapons to attack the enemy, but took advantage of the opening window of the cannon to open and reassemble the dropped weapon boxes.

It can be seen that this weapon was made in a hurry, and the welding marks on it have not been properly cleaned up.The double row of side-by-side machine guns roared the moment it was assembled.

Within tens of seconds, these machine guns fired all the ammunition they brought, and never fired again.

But there was no need to fire, there was nothing left to stand up.

Sniffing that peculiar smell in the air, Geralt knew that it was a deterrent, that S.H.I.E.L.D. could organize and arm targeted weapons and combat strike teams within a few hours.

But why would Geralt care about this? He took out a few purple moss balls and handed them to everyone.

[Poison Purple Moss Ball: A purple moss ball with medicinal properties.It can reduce the accumulation of toxins and relieve the poisoned state.Once the toxin exceeds the accumulation limit, it will fall into a poisoned state.The poisoned state will last for a while, and the blood volume will continue to decrease.Poison is very tricky. If you want to go to a place where you may be poisoned, it will definitely not hurt you to prepare this kind of moss ball first. 】

"Tsk tsk, depleted uranium bomb, come quickly, eat a moss ball, prevent the threat of radiation and poisoning, if anyone wants to get cancer in the future, forget it..."

Like an old lady handing out leaflets, Geralt stuffed everyone with one.

"Eat it, why don't you eat it, it's a beautiful thing to eat this moss ball that prevents cancer and poisoning..."

The originally tense situation was broken by Geralt's unscrupulous means.Hill looked at Geralt, munching on the moss ball in his hand as if he were eating Geralt's flesh.

Agent No.13 next to Hill was hesitating with the moss ball in her hand. She wanted to save the moss ball and hand it over to the laboratory.

"Eat, why don't you eat! If it's not enough, shoot another round of depleted uranium bombs, and then ask him for it!"

With the director's order, the combat team members on the scene were not polite anymore and ate the moss ball one after another. No one would want to be exposed to radiation, except for people in the 50s, whose toys contained uranium.

After the matters on the scene were dealt with, all the puppets were gathered together, doused with gasoline, and lit the flames.

In the darkness, there was a thin cry that belonged to the horse, and the sound of the horse's hooves was gradually approaching.

Geralt returned a short whistle and said to the nervous combatants, "Don't worry, it's just my horse..."

The combat team members heard Geralt's words, but did not give up their vigilance, and looked at Hill.

With Hill's nod in agreement, they put down their weapons.

Carrot was also clever, and only leaned towards Geralt after seeing everyone put down their guns.

The tall figure of Luoba Na Sharma attracted everyone's attention as soon as he appeared.

Clint looked at it enviously, and leaned over, wanting to touch it, but was pushed aside by Carrot's head.

Geralt fed the radish with moss balls, and kept brushing it to soothe its agitation caused by the gunshots just now.

Normally, Clint still needs to dig moss and make moss balls in various places by himself, and he can't make a few in a month.Seeing a horse that ate better than himself, Clint said with some taste, "Geralt, I only have one, and it can have so many..."

Hearing that Clint said that he was wrong, Carrot turned around and kicked towards Clint.

Fortunately, Clint reacted quickly and dodged the attack: "Geralt! This horse has become smart, can it understand what I say?"

"What else? This is my horse. Besides, if you don't have the combat troops of S.H.I.E.L.D., you still have to rely on carrots!"

(End of this chapter)