The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 108 Demon Hunter Squad 1
  "Gudong, Gudong!"

"Well, I'm not questioning anything, it's just...well, your method...is it a little rough? This doesn't quite fit in with the first aid procedures used when training therapists from the Special Investigation Bureau..."

Looking at the injured agents who looked like babies sucking milk, each holding a bottle of first-aid potion in their mouths, each one of them, even in a coma, still had their hands and feet twitching from being fed and rolled their eyes. The black-haired man asked the young man in a cold sweat. road.

"First aid? What first aid? I didn't say I knew first aid?" Zhu Mingyao raised his head in surprise.

In my past and present life, I was an investigator specializing in folklore, and I am not one of those bald seniors at the medical school. How can I know first aid? How can I pour potions and refill [Jin Chuang Hemostasis Curse]? It all depends on my experience in RPG. .

Besides, which eye of yours sees that I am a therapist? If I want to use Zhu Youke's healing spell other than [Bleeding Curse], why don't I use it on them sooner?
  "Then why did you take action and ask me for healing potion...?"

"I saw you didn't take action for a long time, thinking that there were no professional healers among the people you were supporting.

As for asking you for consumables, of course it’s because I’m not willing to use myself... Well, of course it’s because mine isn’t enough! Zhu Mingyao said confidently.

The two looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes, feeling that they might have a misunderstanding about each other's identities.

"Ahem..." The young man with black hair and blue eyes pretended to cough twice, breaking the awkward atmosphere.

"It is true that there are no professional therapists in our team... Uh, by the way, it seems that we haven't introduced each other yet. Which branch of the Special Bureau are you a colleague of?"

Zhu Mingyao opened another bottle of healing magic ointment, glanced at the bloody appearance of the wounded, hesitated for a moment, but did not apply it himself, and poured it on the wounds indiscriminately, then looked up at the man and said:

"Putting that aside for now, I just want to ask first, do you always slash at people you don't recognize first when you see them?"

The black-haired man shrugged his shoulders, showed an apologetic expression, and said carelessly: "Sorry, the information I received said that the target was an aborigine, and you Chinese and Indians all look the same. I couldn't tell the difference for a moment. come out."

What's your look?

Even if my face looks a little yellower, I wouldn’t be considered an Indian, right?
  Chinese Americans are the same as Indian Americans. Have you read too many novels about Prince Ma?
  I really thought he was a "Yindian"!

Does this give us a strong claim to the North American continent?
  Zhu Mingyao heard the other party's explanation, his face was full of depression, and he didn't know where to start from.

The black-haired man in front of them is obviously a traditional white man from the Federation. In their minds, the Federation is basically equal to the whole world. Other ethnic minorities are directly divided according to their skin color, which is pretty much the same anyway.

He had to re-teach science-related knowledge from the junior high school curriculum, and no one would pay him. Zhu Mingyao didn't want to spend all the effort to be a history and geography teacher in vain, so he wisely stopped dwelling on this topic.

"Before asking others about their origins, shouldn't you introduce yourself first?"

The man raised his eyebrows, "Of course!"

He took out a palm-sized black ID wallet from his arms and gently shook it open at the young man.

Under Zhu Mingyao's aura technique, the shining silver metal coat of arms on the certificate glowed with a faint aura that was difficult to see with the naked eye.

Seeing this, he silently took out his Special Investigation Bureau consultant certificate and pinched the secret mark painted on it with his fingers.

In an instant, the similar badges on the two similar documents in the hands of the man and Zhu Mingyao resonated vaguely.

"Are you from the Special Investigation Bureau?" Zhu Mingyao roughly guessed the origin of the man from the similar equipment on both sides just now, and now he has completely confirmed his identity.

The secret mark on the badge was applied when it was cast. Although the grade is not high, the structure is very complex and difficult to imitate by ordinary means.

When official personnel go out to perform daily tasks, it is sufficient to use it to identify each other. As for when they return to the station, there are naturally more advanced methods to ensure that they are not mixed in by others.

"You're actually a consultant from our branch. Oh, I've never seen you before."

The black-haired man showed a surprised expression and stretched out his hand.

"Hello, young consultant, I am the captain of the [Demon Hunter] team of the West Coast Branch of the Special Investigation Bureau, Nick Burkhardt. You can also call me Nick!" He tilted his head to the side and gestured.

"She is my cousin and team member, Teresa Lubell!"

The woman in black, who was squatting next to Brother Bob's body and fumbling with something, nodded casually, and then began to concentrate on searching for the loot.

"Zhu Mingyao, you can call me Miyo (Mingyao). It's a homophone and an English name. I have only registered as a consultant of the Special Investigation Bureau in the past two months. It's normal for you to have never seen me." Zhu Mingyao was polite and measured. He gently shook the other person's outstretched hand.

The so-and-so team is the establishment of the combat team under the Special Investigation Bureau, but as far as he knows, it should be ranked by numbers. The name of this [Demon Hunter] team is unheard of, maybe it is a secret force within them. .

Just when Zhu Mingyao was about to discuss how to deal with the aftermath, his expression suddenly changed. Through the two paper-man Yin soldiers he had planted along the way, he "saw" a slightly violent aura, and a menacing man coming from the mine. It passed quickly in the road and quickly approached here.

"Be careful! Someone is coming again!"

Zhu Mingyao raised his staff and pointed it at the hole with vigilance. He murmured slightly in his heart. The Yin soldiers are still very sensitive to living creatures. Why didn't they find the brother and sister Nick and Teresa?
  Hearing the boy's warning, Nick was slightly startled, listening intently, and then smiled with relief:
  "Don't be nervous, MR Zhu, another of our companions is here."

As he spoke, he bit down on something that looked like a whistle on the edge of his collar and blew it gently, causing a faint ripple to spread out.

A moment later, under Zhu Mingyao's wary gaze, a gray-red figure leapt out of the mine tunnel with a whooshing sound and a strong wind, lying half on the ground, whining.

"Wolfman?"

After seeing the appearance of the incoming man clearly, Zhu Mingyao's vigilance rose instead of lowering. He held the seal in his hand and prepared a spell.

Covered in coarse fur, with a wolf head and body, sharp teeth and sharp claws, as one of the two most famous IPs among dark creatures, this image is easy to recognize.

It's just that his temperament seems...inexplicably gentle? He was actually wearing a special set of elastic underwear...

Not even willing to run naked, what about being rude and wild as promised?
  "Eddie! Stop! It's over! Don't scare our friends." Nick smiled and waved to the werewolf.

Hearing Nick's words, the gray-red long-haired werewolf stood up straight, its round eyes blinked blankly, and its long tongue unconsciously spit out, breathing out heat.

With a somewhat comical temperament and a "smart" gaze, he doesn't look like a werewolf, which is famous for its ferocity, but more like a canine comedian, a husky.

(End of this chapter)