People in DC, every day administrative leave

She asked something about the Keyboard Man. The woman was curious about whether the Keyboard Man was a mutation or an accident in the laboratory that caused it to look like that.

"Didn't it say that the magic used comes from the continent of Arad, so it probably comes from there too."

Raising his head, Zhang San looked at her and asked a question curiously: "What is your ability? If you can hang out with this gentleman, you should have something in exorcism, right?"

“I can see special images and sketch them.”

"Just like the prompts that appear when playing game levels?"

The two looked at each other, and Zed, who was speechless, nodded and said, "It's fine if you want to describe it this way."

In the following time, he became the most active person in the mill. Everything and every place was inspected by Zhang San.

At first, Constantine could introduce the effects and origins of things to him in a calm tone, but in the next hour he dealt with it casually.

The name and effect are gone.

"Your brother's withdrawal reaction is getting more and more serious. Why don't you send him to the hospital?"

Gary's condition is much worse than when Zhang San first arrived, and now his legs are shaking like a sieve.

"He's just a little nervous. He'll be fine if he drinks some wine. There's no need to go to the hospital." While pouring wine for his friend, Constantine whispered a few words into his ear.

Gary, who quickly finished his drink, put his hands on his legs and said calmly: "I'm fine, I'm fine."

Time passed little by little, and when the hands on the clock jumped to eight o'clock in the evening, several people started to take action.

The woman stayed to look after the house, while Constantine and Gary went to the museum to borrow the Kusha dagger. Zhang San drove the pickup truck parked outside to catch someone as a sacrifice.

According to the information provided by local John, Zhang San, who was wearing an ordinary robber's hood, drove to a gathering place for young gangsters.

He took out an AK placed by the co-pilot, loaded it, and walked toward a group of people gathered under a concrete building not far away.

Before he could get closer, a few sharp-eyed people had already spotted this strong man wearing a black woolen hood and holding a rifle in his hand.

"FK!"

The people who were standing around the iron barrels to warm themselves by the fire turned around and ran away. The companions next to them who had their backs to Zhang San didn’t know what had happened to these people.

Turning his head, with just one glance, a black gun pointed at the others who had not yet run away.

"If you don't want to die, come here and stand against the wall, hurry up!"

The boys, who were trembling with fear, raised their hands obediently and followed his instructions and pressed their faces against the graffiti-sprayed wall.

Some people who had watched some kind of video were so scared that they peeed. They closed their eyes tightly and waited in fear and fear for the strong man to shoot them in the back of the head.

"If I'm in a good mood today, I will only pick one of you to go. Who can sell the most fans? You tell me."

"Robert!"XN
Several people all stretched out their hands and pointed at a black man standing among them. He looked like he was in his twenties, wearing a blue hat and a gold necklace hanging on his chest.

"He's got a gun on him, sir!"

"Yes! Robert has a gun hidden on him!"

The friendship between gangsters will be the first to sell their former brothers when they are close to death.

"I do not."

Without giving him a chance to explain, Zhang Sanyi knocked him unconscious with the butt of his gun.

Next, he looked at the remaining boys whose breathing was getting faster and said, "You guys, help me tie him up."

After escaping from the edge of death, they quickly picked up a few ropes on the ground, and then tied up their unconscious companions very neatly.

Even Robert's mouth was stuffed with two pairs of socks by these people.

Carrying the sacrifice and getting into the car, Zhang San drove away amid the frightened expressions of a group of people. "Shall we call the police?"

"Damn it, don't hold us back if you want!"

"Yeah, look at the way he's dressed. Man, I dare say he's definitely like the Punisher in the comics."

The gangsters did not choose to call the police. They packed up their things and left immediately because they were worried that the other party would come back later.

It took less than 10 minutes to finish the sacrifice. When Zhang San carried the people back to the mill, Zed, who was sitting inside, was surprised by the speed of his work.

"You are too fast!"

He frowned and replied unhappily: "You'd better not shorten your sentences when talking to men. Not everyone wants to be the Flash."

"Sorry, sorry." Realizing that what he just said might cause misunderstanding, Zed awkwardly stepped forward to help move the black man he brought back aside.

Robert Duncan
Sex: Male
Age: 24
Risk: Medium

Has multiple criminal records, including theft, robbery, and multiple sales of illegal drugs.
Taking off his sunglasses, Zhang San confirmed that he had not arrested the wrong person.

"He has a gun on him, look for it."

After saying that, he lay down on the sofa next to him and closed his eyes to rest.

the other side.

Constantine and his friend Gary had just arrived in front of the museum. The buddy picked up a isolation post placed in front of the stairs and walked towards the illuminated museum door.

"What are you going to do?"

"I'll wake up the sleeping security guard inside, and you can take the opportunity to run in and take out the things."

"I'm going in to get something? Are you sure you want me to go?" Gary had a question mark on his face.

The friend holding the metal pillar patted his shoulder and said in a relaxed tone: "I believe you, you can do it, buddy."

Clap!

The glass of the front door shattered instantly, and Gary quickly turned around and ran towards the small door next to it.

Constantine, who had been waiting at the door for a few seconds, never saw the security guard coming. He felt strange and looked inside.

Gary, who had just run into the museum, was chased by a fat security guard, who seemed to have bumped into him on the way over.

【run!Gary, run! 】

Gary, who had a size advantage, was several feet ahead of the security guard behind him, and when he stopped to catch his breath, Gary used a piece of wire to pick the lock in front of the security guard.

"Stop! Huh-huh-huh"

The security guard who had just rested wanted to catch up with the man who took something from the museum and ran away, but in the end he lost because of his fat body.

The two people who drove away quickly did not expect that the museum security guards could be so outrageous. Gary even took the Kusha dagger away in front of him!

"The donuts actually hurt him like this. It seems I have to eat less in the future."

After teasing the fat body of the museum security guard, Constantine said seriously to his friend next to him:

"You'd better quit it after this time. I don't want to spend so much money to save a suicidal person."

"sorry"

Lowering his head, Gary felt very regretful about the big trouble he had caused this time. (End of chapter)