Demons Beside You

"Dead to me!"

Cardick apparently no longer plans to carry on.

The knight's spear pierced towards Chen Kun in his hand.

The next instant, Chen Xuan had a bronze sword in his hand, and his sword fell.

Neighing--

Cardick's spear was cut off directly, and Chen Yi fluttered with another sword.

Cardick's right arm is broken!

Cardick paused, and Kate paused.

"Chen ... you ..."

"Supernatural power, it seems like no one can say it." Chen Yan said carrying a bronze sword.

Cardick was plain, he was a witch.

How strong can a witch be? Chen Yun doesn't know, but he can compare with Pierce South.

Wizards are generally not very magical, and the magic they use is relatively simple.

Heaven limits their magic, just as the rules limit the demons from hell.

That's why Pierce Nan wanted to find the Sun King Gold Cup.

Get more powerful magic from that.

Cardick was sweating coldly on his forehead. He did not expect that Chen Yan was also a witch.

Needle lead! Kate sees Chen Yan's left palm, and stretches of green silk, which are especially noticeable in the dim sewer.

Green silk wrapped around Kadick's body, making him unable to escape or move.

With Chen Yan's left arm pulled, Kadick had been drawn to Chen Yan and Kate.

Chen Huan looked back at Kate, and then handed the bronze sword to Kate's hand: "Did you strike?"

Kate took a deep breath and was about to lift the bronze sword.

Chen Zheng took the bronze sword again: "I'll do it, otherwise, David will scold me."

Talking, Chen Ye did not care whether Kate agreed or not, and the sword fell.

Chen Yun knew that most psychics had some weird abilities, so in order to ensure that Cardick died, he cut his head directly.

Cadick's armor disappeared, and the body was barely floating on the sewage.

"Chen, I think you have a lot of secrets."

"Go ask David."

"David knows?"

"We have experienced some things together," Chen said.

"Ok."

"This section is also cut out. You know, supernatural powers should not be made public."

"Are you afraid of being caught and sliced?"

"The government has known for a long time that people like us exist, but even if you show it, it is likely to be suppressed by the government.

Chen Yun returned to the monitoring room and destroyed all the hard disks of the surveillance video.

It didn't take long before the police came.

It was a sleepless night for Los Angeles as a whole.

This is almost equivalent to a terrorist attack, killing more than a dozen innocent people, half of whom are rich in Los Angeles.

Dozens of robbers also died in the hotel.

...

"Hey, Chen, I know what happened to Hilda Hotel."

"Ok."

"thank you."

"You're welcome."

"I heard that there was a man wearing a spiderman hood that saved everyone."

"Oh, really."

Lasfa didn't talk about the subject any more: "Come and sit here when you have time."

Chen Gang just hung up the phone, and suddenly a car came in front, lighting the high beam.

Chen Yan immediately felt the glare, and quickly stepped on the brakes.

Just then, another car came over behind, blocking Chen Yan's retreat.

Chen Yun immediately made a plan to get started, and the car in front got off alone.

But this person came up with both hands.

What do you mean? What does it mean?

The man came to the car window, and Chen Kun looked at him in puzzlement.

"Hello, my name is West, and I work for the American Occult Society."

"American Paranormal Society? What the hell?"

"Mr. Chen, I know you are a witch."

Chen Kun frowned, and it seemed that he hadn't known when it was exposed.

But Chen Huan was very calm, without the tension that he used to think.

"Then what? Are you going to arrest me?"

"No, I hope you can join us."

Chen Ye rolled his eyes: "I'm a foreigner."

"You can get a permanent ID whenever you want."

"No, I think the green card is enough."

"Mr. Chen, even if you are a foreigner, you can still join us."

"Does every country have this kind of organization, and then you secretly hit me and you hit me?"

"..." West refreshed his thoughts: "Mr. Chen's imagination is too rich. In fact, our organization does not participate in any political struggle. This is an international supernatural convention."

"Fake squid, even the International Paranormal Convention?"

"Our aim is to safeguard the influence of supernatural forces on ordinary people, and supernatural organizations between countries only cooperate and there is no struggle. This is similar to the International Space Station, which is the result of cooperation between several countries.

"The International Space Station is not China."

"Mr. Chen, has anyone said that it's so easy for you to chat to death?" West felt very depressed when talking with Chen Yan.

Chen Yan shrugged helplessly: "You see that I am law-abiding most of the time, so how about you as if I didn't exist?"

"It is precisely because Mr. Chen has not used his ability to commit crimes that it is now I am talking to you," West said.

"Can you tell me, how did you investigate me?"

"In the past month, you have had many legal killing records. Today, when you went to Hilda Hotel, we discovered your whereabouts through monitoring along the way."

"If I refuse, do you have to use force to persecute?"

"Mr. Chen, we are legally blocked, and are recognized by the government and internationally, not illegal organizations you think."

"Then I refuse, bye."

"Mr. Chen, wait ... let me finish."

Before West blocked the car, Chen Yi couldn't drive if he wanted to drive.

"We are paid, we are paid."

"How many?"

"The annual salary is 200,000 dollars."

"Goodbye."

"Don't, don't go, let's talk again, I promise it won't hurt you."

"What I fear most is trouble."

"Mr. Chen, if you are afraid of conflicts of nationality, you can go to that country and register as an expatriate in our American Association."

"Are you the American Paranormal Society so scarce? Foreigners want it too?"

West almost cried: "You don't know, we are not only short of people, but we are still weak chickens."

"..." It's bad to say so?

"We now have a total of twelve people in the association. What we can handle is ordinary spiritual events. We can't handle a little more serious ones. You can be our president.

"..."

"let me consider it."

West pulled Chen's steering wheel: "Mr. Chen, you can talk about salary, come and be our president."

Chen Ye increasingly felt that the American Occult Society was unreliable, and West was begging.

"Mr. Chen, the youngest member of our association is only fifteen years old, and a security task investigation will be carried out ten days later. Are you patient?"

"Well, bear with me."