The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 82 Voodoo Warlock and Diviner Part

The night gradually faded, and as the sky turned white, a ray of morning light shone through the car window on the partition curtain.

Zhu Mingyao opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and his true energy flowed slightly throughout his body. After the energy and blood began to flow, he slowly sat up.

After opening the curtain, the golden-red sun had already peeked out half of its face on the horizon, coating the few white clouds in the sky with a layer of faint glow.

It seems that today is a fine weather.

While the young man gently packed up his folding bed and restored it to a seat, he turned his attention to Agent Charles in the back row.

Since just now, he has been talking to someone on the phone in a low voice. Although he has tried his best to lower his voice, after all, we are in the same car, not far apart, and the young man has practiced spiritual practice and his ears and eyes are sharp, so I also heard a lot about it.

He looked at Michelle and Ms. Lisa who had not yet gotten up, and quietly walked back.

"Things have changed?"

After Charles hung up the phone, the young man asked.

Charles nodded with a slightly serious expression and whispered:
  "Yes, the local police pursuit team found some traces. The suspect is probably fleeing to the southeast."

Southeast?

Zhu Mingyao recalled the federal topographic map he learned in geography class.

“Isn’t that close to the Rockies?”

"It's not just close, it's already a branch of the Rocky Mountains." Charles blurted out without hesitation. It was obvious that he had done enough homework in advance and knew the local situation well.

He bent down, took out a bottle of soda water from the drink box under the seat, gargled his mouth, and swallowed it to eliminate the smell that had been stuffed in his mouth all night.

"The crime scene is in the plateau and hilly areas of central and eastern Arizona. The terrain is complex and the search is difficult. Now the suspect is moving towards the Rocky Mountains. If he successfully infiltrates, it will be even more troublesome.

Given the area and environment there, our current manpower may not be enough. "

After glancing at the slight noises coming from the 'compartments' of the two ladies in front, Charles continued.

"So after communication, I asked Phoenix, the state capital, to send an additional team of people to assist the local police to see if they could stop the guy. We didn't make any stops along the way. We speeded up and went directly Rush to the scene.”

Having said this, Charles nodded apologetically, "Everyone is going to have to work harder this time. Food and... personal hygiene can only be taken care of in the car first."

"You don't have to be so polite, Mr. Charles. I understand that this is a mission, not a vacation. Everyone has already taken good care of me."

Michelle's little head came out of her own curtain and smiled playfully at the two people who were talking.

"I'm just a wild girl from a small town high school, not some cute Princess and Pea."

"Haha, Miss Michelle, of course you are a princess. Every cute girl is a unique princess, but you are not the delicate Princess Pea, but a princess in uniform holding a sharp sword and eradicating evil. Please use your Use your power to help your people!"

The girl couldn't help but laugh at Charles' exaggerated teasing. Her beautiful short golden hair shone in the morning sun.

The middle-aged agent was quite satisfied with the girl's response. In the middle of what he said, his voice became louder and louder, just to tell Michelle on purpose. Having worked in a department like the Special Bureau for a long time, and having a background in field coordination work that specializes in dealing with all kinds of extraordinary beings, who hasn’t Charles seen?
  He has taken care of more than one of those arrogant guys who had some special abilities but just went their own way and didn't want to be greeted.

He was just a little worried that the girl would be unhappy when she heard that she was going to defecate in the car, so she would lose her temper and delay the business.

But it seems that this is too much worry. His character seems to be very good. At least he knows to strictly obey orders.

The protagonist this time is so well-informed and knowledgeable, so there must be nothing wrong with this mission, which is actually called ‘hunting’ but actually ‘training’.

……

The sun outside the window gradually rose, and the convoy accelerated under the command of Charles. From time to time, brown gravel hills and desert shrubs passed by on both sides of the road, indicating that everyone had entered southeastern Arizona and that the destination of the trip was almost here.

Finally, near nine o'clock, the motorcade drove into a small town called Rogner, where the police station where the murderer was massacred was located.

We found a place to stop in the small square in the center of the town, and everyone got out of the car. The bumpy night's journey still had some impact on an older lady like Lisa, especially she was not known for her physical strength. fortune teller.

Michelle supported her and asked, "Where are we going now?"

Charles raised the mobile phone in his hand.

"The person in charge of the local police will be here soon. Let's first go to the small town police station where the murder occurred and ask Mr. Bob to check it again."

Two black men, one tall and one short, got off another minibus. Hearing this, they didn't say anything. They just stood with their arms folded.

These are the other two supernatural beings in this hunting team-the voodoo warlock brother Bob.

As the elder brother, Big Bob is about sixty years old. He has been immersed in various black witchcrafts full of negative energy all year round, so that he looks much older than his actual age. His waist is slightly rickety, and he is originally There wasn't much hair left, and most of it was dyed frosty gray.

Little brother Bob is in his prime in his forties. He is tall and burly, with a shiny head and strong muscles. His large denim jacket is bulging. When he moves, he can occasionally catch a glimpse of his throat. Along with the pale rune tattoo on the back of his neck, it seems that he is following the path of close combat like a voodoo warrior.

Seeing the two people approaching, Zhu Mingyao moved a few steps away without leaving any trace.

It's not that he has any racial discrimination and looks down on his African black brothers.

It's just that the negative energy wrapped around the opponent's body is mixed with the aura of darkness and resentment, just like ice and fire. It makes him, an immortal sorcerer who practices Xuanmen's holy magic, instinctively want to keep a distance from him. .

Coupled with the strong body odor that African Americans are accustomed to, it is really sour and refreshing to be together.

If everyone is forced to stay together, it will be a double torture for the young man, both psychologically and physically.

So when they met last night, Zhu Mingyao turned around like a thief and followed Michelle and Ms. Lisa into the same car.

Regardless of the above reasons, who would want to sit with a sinister half-grown old man and a muscular black man when there are young and beautiful high school girls who are eye-catching?
  A teenager’s aesthetics and sexual orientation are normal, right?

The small town was not that big, so everyone only waited for three or four minutes before two police cars drove over from a short distance away.

　There are still more than 2000 left to reach the collection. I wonder if it can be reached before the end of the month?

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)