American Comprehensive Detective: Start with a black gun

Chapter 66 Chapter 66
He never expected that Frank would be so straightforward, completely indifferent to the lives of Old Jack and the others.

"Hey, he finally escaped."

Frank glanced at the white mist behind him with lingering fear, and continued to escape with some uneasiness.

Frank is now in a very bad condition, extremely miserable, one arm is bleeding continuously, the clothes on his abdomen are wet with blood, and there is a huge wound visible to the naked eye, and blood is gurgling.

Holding the holy sword in his hand, he limped and fled in a hurry. He was seriously injured but insisted on clenching his teeth. He wanted to stay away from the area where the white mist appeared as much as possible.

The process of escorting the three townspeople was not smooth at all. First, the car lost control and crashed into one side of the guardrail, and then Old Jack, Kazim and the boy died tragically in front of him one after another.

It was not easy for him to escape from the pursuit of the evil spirit.

Having personally fought against the evil spirit, he is now extremely grateful for his choice, and extremely fortunate for finding an excuse to leave the town.

If he really entered the town with Ron and the others, and was unfortunately attacked by many evil spirits, he might have been killed by the evil spirits.

In his prediction, Ron and the Warrens were already dead.

Absolutely impossible to survive, absolutely!
He firmly believed that Ron and the others would never be able to cope with the attack of the evil spirits.

He couldn't think of any other possibility except death!
Because if he hadn't been close enough to the border of Baiwu, if he hadn't used his speed advantage decisively to let the three townspeople come to the rear, if he hadn't had the holy sword to protect his body and his strength, he would definitely be dead now.

With so many ifs, it's just a life saved.

Therefore, it is impossible for Ron and the Warrens to be alive. They must have been killed by the evil spirits long ago.

There are no surprises.

With the strength of Ron and the Warren couple, it is impossible to survive.

This time the mission did fail, but he is still alive, and he still has a bright future, so the responsibility for the mission failure must not be shouldered by himself, it will affect the future.

So when he arrived at the camp, despite the doctor's dissuasion, he insisted on calling the Bureau of Investigation.

"Beep" a few times.

The call went through, and it was Deputy Director Chesasi on the phone.

"Director, I am Frank, there is an emergency here to report to you."

"It's like this, we were attacked by evil spirits on the way into the town..."

"Yes, considering the strange strength of the attacking evil spirits and the team's own strength, after full consideration, I proposed to act cautiously and take a long-term plan. Unfortunately, the team member Ron insisted on going to the town to save people because of his own identity. After a disagreement, he and the Warrens disobeyed my order and entered the town. Now... now it is estimated... Director, sorry for you!"

"I'm... in the ambulance right now. Director, I'm fine, don't worry, I was only slightly injured when I was escorting the townspeople back to the camp safely. Although my abdomen was severely injured, I can still fight. As long as the injury improves, I will Willing to serve as a guide and assist the rescue team to perfectly handle this extremely dangerous special event..."

Putting down the phone, Frank smiled smugly.

There is no doubt that the director believed his explanation for the time being.

As long as Ron and the Warrens are really dead and there is no evidence of death, it is logical that Ron and the Warrens should be responsible for the failure of the mission.

The mission failure has nothing to do with him, he is still the promising captain.

……

Here John felt unwilling, but he had to give up.

He returned to the place where the three townspeople died tragically, with a pious expression and muttering words in his mouth.

Black runes appeared on the bodies of the three vague figures in the void. The runes entangled them, making the phantoms gradually solidify. The phantoms were the dead old Jack, Kazim, and the dead boy.

As the incantation continued, their bodies were eroded by the evil breath, gradually turning black, with hideous faces.

In the end, it turned into three streaks of black smoke, and after circling in the air, they penetrated into their respective corpses through their mouths and noses.

The originally still body suddenly moved, and then its eyes rolled.

Then, the body twitched and stood up from the ground.

Under the leadership of John, the three evil spirits joined the evil spirit team and headed towards the town.

The sky is getting dark and twilight is falling.

In a residential building not far from Ron's house.

The high priest looked at John, who was kneeling on one knee, and kicked him down furiously.

"Trash, it's just trash, even a mere investigator can't kill him, what use are you for?"

John's body was already weak, but after this kick, his face became paler.

He was breathing heavily, and at the same time a stream of warm liquid flowed from his nostrils.

Before John could wipe away the blood from his nose, he endured the weakness and pain in his body, got up from the ground, and knelt respectfully on the ground.

This time, he was on his knees, his head was on the ground, his forehead was pressed against the ground, and his buttocks were raised high.

He said loudly: "High Priest, my subordinates are not doing well, and I am willing to accept punishment."

John knew the methods of the high priest, and after knowing that the high priest was really angry, he became more obedient.

He hoped that the high priest would see his obedience and spare him this time.

The high priest's eyes were fierce and wanton.

He glared fiercely at John who was kneeling on the ground, like a monster who chooses to eat.

He took a deep breath, and after a long time, the anger on his face faded away. He snorted coldly and said, "Hmph, wait until I kill these trash fish. If there are not enough sacrifices for the blood sacrifice, I will definitely punish you."

The high priest looked at John, who was kneeling on the ground with his butt raised high, and suppressed his anger.

Since the last time he was in Argentina and killed many of his men by the local special department, he finally found a talented man. He didn't want to lose this useful chess piece yet.

So, he waved his hand and said, "Get up, take a good look, and see how I can kill these three trash fish."

"Yes, High Priest, this subordinate must study hard."

John breathed a sigh of relief.

John wiped his forehead, it was wet, and realized later that he was already dripping with cold sweat.

Immediately after a sense of dizziness came, he bit his lip, and the tingling sensation from his lips made him a little clearer, and he stood up swayingly with great energy.

The high priest glanced at the sick and weak John, and the anger in his heart gradually subsided.

Thinking about it, why should he be angry with a terminal cancer patient who is about to die?
In order to cure cancer, John was willing to follow him.

It should be known that John was a pretty good wizard before that.

Even a wizard is helpless in the face of a terminal illness, so he was rushed to the doctor in a hurry.

I hope that by sacrificing to the evil god, the terminal illness can be cured and I can survive.

But what he didn't tell John was to sacrifice to the evil god, and the evil god could only grant one wish of the person who presided over the sacrifice.

He is the person who presides over the sacrifice, and the evil god has only one wish to be fulfilled, and this wish is naturally his.

He lied to John, and John hasn't found out, which is what he's most proud of.

"Look carefully, and see how I hooked the fish, how I drained the fish's energy, and finally how I killed the fish with one blow."

The high priest looked at Ron from a distance through the window, and said with satisfaction.

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(End of this chapter)