People are in Marvel, and the system is working as a worker

Nick is the last descendant of the Kessler family. He awakened his talent late and had no guide. He could only cross the river by feeling his way through the information left by his aunt.

"You don't need to worry blindly." Monroe said, "The other party is Winchester."

Luo Lisa rolled her eyes at Monroe and said:

"Geralt's flexibility and combat experience are both superior to monsters. With these two points alone, he is already in an invincible position."

"Watch carefully, the winner is about to be decided..."

The voice did not fall.

Geralt found a flaw and hammered the shapeshifter in the chest.

The force of this hammer was pretty good, causing the shapeshifter to stagger back two or three steps.

Most importantly, its flaws are even greater.

Geralt stamped his foot on the ground, his ankle directly digging into the forest soil.

He held the hammer with both hands and turned sideways at a 275-degree angle.

The hammer head seemed to disappear.

When it reappeared, the black goat hammer hit the shapeshifter in the chest.

Anger explodes!

——Black Goat’s additional skills.

Huge power hammered his chest and passed through his body.The shapeshifter didn't fly out, but its back suddenly bulged out to the size of a basketball.

Geralt drew back his hammer.

The shapeshifter knelt limply on the ground.He raised his head, looked at Geralt, and said:

"You're a monster too."

Geralt's mouth twitched.

The shape-shifter continued: "What, did you hit the mark on your pain?"

"No, but it's not." Geralt said disgustedly: "The way you vomit blood while talking makes me uncomfortable."

"Monsters don't matter, there are good and bad monsters. And... a monster like me will not be lonely at all if he has a whole family."

"Won't you be lonely?" The shape-shifter showed a disappointed expression, waiting to die.

With his current injury, Geralt wouldn't be able to survive even if he didn't take a last hit.

The magic-breaking crossbow was aimed at the eyes of the shapeshifter.

Sudden.

Geralt raised his hand, and the magic-breaking arrow grazed the shapeshifter's scalp and nailed it to the tree trunk behind.

Geralt looked into the darkness of the woods.

Only three people came out.

Black hooded cloak.

Pure white mask.

One of the men who looked like a butler bent sideways and said, "Dear Mr. Winchester, please allow me to introduce to you the distinguished royal heir, His Highness Victor."

Geralt was a little confused, royal family?

Nick said: "The Grimm creatures do have a royal existence, it's just power... haha."

To put it simply, they are a special group of Green creatures, rich and powerful, who have recruited a large number of Green creatures to serve them.

It's just a title for the royal family to entertain myself.

Considering that Geralt has never heard of the Grimm royal family, he must not be that powerful.

Geralt scratched his head: "So, is something wrong?"

The butler said: "This shape-shifter is protected by the royal family. I hope Mr. Winchester can give His Highness Victor some face, and you will gain the friendship of the royal family."

"What if not?" Geralt glanced at the slumped man in the middle, "Is the heir of your family mute and unable to speak for himself?"

"You!" the steward scolded: "Don't be rude to His Highness."

"Psycho..." Geralt expressed that he was tired of talking to abnormal people.

Press down on your wrist.

laugh!

The demon-breaking arrow shot out and penetrated into the shape-shifting monster's eye socket.

The huge body of the shapeshifter collapsed to the ground.

Tips in mind:

[Demon Hunter Experience +30]

The royal heir named Victor said in a deep voice, suppressing his anger: "Do you want to start a war with the royal family?!"

Geralt smiled: "Can you represent the royal family?"

Victor said nothing, and the butler said: "His Royal Highness Victor is the first heir to the royal family, and of course he can represent the royal family."

"I thought the king could represent the royal family." As soon as Geralt said this, Victor and the butler's expressions changed drastically.

"Haha~" Geralt touched his chin, "The first heir, which means there are second and third heirs. So... it doesn't matter if the first heir dies? Let me explain in advance, I cannot represent Winche. The St clan, but I can represent myself.”

"If you want to fight, then fight!" Geralt did not give up.

Victor is uncertain.

Of course he knew the reputation of the Winchester family.Like many supernatural beings who have never had a direct confrontation with Winchester, they always feel that Winchester's reputation is exaggerated and misrepresented.

Want to touch it?

Victor's eyes fell on the dead shapeshifter.

A dead shapeshifter means worthless.

Making an enemy of a powerful demon hunting family for something worthless. Once this happens, those who covet the position of the first heir will probably laugh out loud.

But it seemed quite shameful to leave in such a dejected manner.

and so.

Victor decided to go into the traditional process.

——Speak harshly.

"Young Winchester, this is not over yet!"

After saying that, he pulled the hem of his cloak hard and left aggressively.

Voila.

The cruel words uttered by the royal family are almost as valuable as "Don't leave after school".

"Haha." Geralt sneered twice.

It's not that I'm arrogant, I'm really not a coward.

The names of the enemies Winchester has provoked are enough to make one's scalp tingle.It's really not Winchester's character to say that a royal family that has never heard of "harmony is the most important thing".

Geralt summons the Lord of the Flies.With the precedent of summoning the black goat, the sudden appearance of a weird vacuum cleaner... well, I still can't accept it.

The Black Goat at least still looks like a serious claw hammer.

What about Lord of the Flies?

It has a big mouth with fangs, a pink barbed tongue, and two compound eyes.

The key to seeing Monroe and Rosa was that the Lord of the Flies stared at them with his compound eyes, his tongue dangled back and forth, and he made a buzzing sound.

——This voice clearly expresses excitement.

By the way, the Lord of the Flies has a good appetite, does not avoid meat and vegetables, and lives a better life.

The Lord of the Flies sucked the shapeshifter in and stared at Monroe and Rosa with lingering interest.

The latter two only felt the cold air rushing from their tailbones to the back of their heads, especially after witnessing the Lord of the Flies devouring the shapeshifter.

Tips in mind:

[Strength +1

Agility+1

Spirit +1

Physique +1]

The addition is very average, which is in line with Geralt's understanding of shapeshifters - except for transformation, their combat effectiveness is mediocre.

of course.

Combat power does not represent the destructive power that shapeshifters can cause to human society.

This is probably why the Green royal family wants to save the shapeshifter.

A bookmark floats in the air.

[Item name: Funny Mask

Category: Bookmarks

Effect: appearance +100%, performance ability -100%, valid for 1 day

Note: You can only watch, but not eat. Are you angry? 】

"Pick it up." Geralt said expressionlessly.

got used to.

Anyway, I will never use this bookmark on myself.

It's a good thing for a man to be handsome. Maybe this is not a world where one only cares about his appearance, but who can refuse to be handsome?

The problem is that a man can't just be handsome - a handsome idiot is still a idiot.

"This is the magic tool - Lord of the Flies." Geralt introduced his vacuum cleaner.

In the future, you won’t be able to hunt monsters alone, so Geralt began to let the magic tools slowly appear in front of others.

We have seen a lot of strange and weird things. Monroe and Luo Lisha themselves also belong to the monster order, so they really don't make a fuss about magic tools.

"If you look carefully, Lord of the Flies is actually a bit cute." As if in response to Geralt's words, Lord of the Flies rolled his tongue and drooled everywhere.

Monroe and Luo Lisa swallowed, "Yes, it's a bit cute."

Several people left the woods and met Nancy and Claire.

The group came to the Three Little Pigs Inn.

Nick packed his luggage and said goodbye to Geralt.Geralt asked Nick why he didn't play for two days.

Only then did we learn that Nick was not a full-time demon hunter, but had his own job.

He is a policeman.

It's just that the boss is a wizard, and two close colleagues know his special identity, so Nick can work for a whole month.

However, none of the above are the main reasons for rushing back.Nick has a beautiful girlfriend whom he has lived with for three years.His girlfriend doesn’t know Nick’s identity. If he doesn’t go back, his girlfriend will most likely become his ex-girlfriend.

Claire sat in the room with a fidgety Simmons next to her.

This boyfriend from the big city has become very honest since he saw Geralt kick the monster away.

Claire patted the table, waited for Geralt to sit down, and said, "I don't know if this is right?"

Geralt said: "You shouldn't ask me about this kind of thing. There are specialized psychiatrists."

Claire glared at Geralt.

Simmons: (O_o)?, what did I miss?

The latter spread his hands and said: "I only express my personal opinion. As for what to do, it is a matter of opinion. You are an adult and you can make your own decision."

Claire nodded, then shook her head.

Geralt:? ? ?

Claire said: "I'm not an adult yet."

"Uh... don't worry about these details." Geralt said:

"First of all, the monster's matter will not be brought to court openly. If there is no new evidence, just a few words, Thompson will not even go to court again."

"Secondly, even if he is found guilty, how long will Thompson's sentence be? Compared to the harm Shirley suffered, the punishment he will receive is simply not worthy of it. Thompson will be well fed and well-fed in prison, while the Mitchell family who lost Shirley What? Living in hell."

"If it were me, I wouldn't ask whether it's right, but whether it's worth it. I think if I can't save Shirley, at least I can let Shirley's family sleep well."

"Come on, let's go somewhere."

The four of them once again came to the banyan tree where Shirley's body was dumped.

Nancy touched Shirley's blood-stained earth.

After a moment, Nancy smiled.

She said: "Shirley said thank you to us. Claire, she said thank you and she was leaving to go to a warm place."

Under the spiritual vision, Shirley glowed, gradually became transparent and finally disappeared.

"Shirley is freed. Is it worth it?" Geralt asked.

"It's worth it!" Claire nodded and smiled.

Simmons is freaking out, so what did Claire do?

He felt a girlfriend slip out of his hand.

Jose Lozano is 26 years old and an ordinary person in Mexico.The small town where he lives is controlled by intricate forces. Young people either join gangs and die in a firefight, or they enter factories and work hard to earn a living.

Jose is not afraid of hard work, he is afraid of not seeing hope.

One day, Evan, his childhood friend who left town, comes back.That was the thin partner... still thin, but he drove a nice car and had a gold chain as thick as his thumb hanging around his neck.Evan told Jose that the Eagle Country is full of opportunities, gold, the moon is round, and the air is sweet.

Evan smiled and asked, "Would you like to go out and give it a try?"

Jose is not a person who worships foreigners. The Eagle Country is indeed better than Mexico, but he also knows that the rich will find paradise everywhere, while the poor will have difficulty wherever they go.

Evan's words can't be taken at all.

Evan only advised Jose: "Can it be worse than now?"

There are more people than Evan imagined who want to go to Eagle Country to realize their dreams, and there is no shortage of Jose.

This sentence finally touched Jose. Could it be worse than now?

Jose gave Evan his savings over the past few years and bought a "ticket."

Jose was wrong about one thing.

There is no worst, only worse... They were first blindfolded and put into a bus, transported to the border between the two countries, and crossed the border through a tunnel.Then they were rushed to a refrigerated truck.

More than fifty people were crammed into the truck. Except for getting off the truck once for convenience, they were squeezed into such a small space for more than ten hours.

To make matters worse, the ventilation fan stopped moving.

The air became thin.

The temperature inside the truck rose sharply, like a steamer.

Soon someone fainted from the heat.

A group of people either tried to open the door or tried desperately to slap the car wall, but the car door and car wall were tightly sealed and soundproofed.

More and more people fainted. Jose leaned weakly against the car wall, holding the bone sculpture that his grandmother gave him before she died, and closed his eyes.

I don't know how long it took, but Jose felt a little light.He opened his eyes slightly with difficulty.

"Damn, damn!" Evan's voice said, "The boss will kill me!"

Evan scratched his head and combed his meticulously combed hair into a henhouse.

"what should I do now?"

The person who spoke was the truck driver, a bald man with a beard, "Send him to the hospital?"

"So many people have died, how to explain their origins?" Evan stared at the truck driver, "Do you want to go to jail?"

Evan lit a cigarette and smoked silently.Evan threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it hard with the balls of his forefoot.

The last thing Jose saw was the light, which shrunk as the car door closed, until only darkness remained.

Hope abandoned him again.

Mayan gang.

——To the outside world, they claim to be a legal motorcycle club with a certificate.

At this time, several official members stood in an open "V" shape, with their leader in the center - Grand Chief Felipe Reyes.

Felipei is in his early 50s, with black hair mixed with gray. He looks elegant and gentle among the other members, and the other members seem to respect Felipei very much.

"Evan, I told you not to leave the truck for 20 steps before the goods are delivered, right?" Felipe asked.

"Yes." Evan said with a sad face, "Sorry boss, Edward's snoring sounded like a drum, and the space in the car was small, so I just thought of going to the hotel to sleep for an hour or two. Before getting off the car, I told Edward, Let him stay in the car, I didn’t expect something like this to happen.”

Felipe turned to Edward, the truck driver: "Edward, do you want Evan to stay in the car before he leaves?"

"Yes." Edward said in a low voice.

"Then those technicians raised their fingers and you left?" Felipei said.

Edward lowered his head.

Felipe stretched out his hand, and his subordinate placed the loaded gun in his palm.

"Edward, what does the technician look like?" Felipe asked.

"Not very handsome, but in good shape." Edward showed a scared expression, "Felipe, I was really wrong."

Evan said: "Felipe, this is not his fault alone..."

boom!

Evan's words stopped abruptly.

The bullet hit the center of his eyebrow and instantly turned his brain into a mess.

Evan walked without any pain.

Felipei said: "Of course it's not Edward's fault alone."

"The corpses have been disposed of, and there are still guns." Felipei took the guns to his men and ordered: "Keep a low profile recently."