Strongest Demon Hunter of All-Heavens

Trev · Moran, a subordinate organization of the intelligence group of the Imperial Family Demon Hunting Group, and the supreme officer of the Demon Eye Battallion of the Demon Eye Battallion.

A blond, blue-eyed playboy who always smiles when talking.

The upper exile sequence demon-hunter.

At the same time, he is also Celia Finley's distant cousin.

After flirting with a female student who was assigned to the investigation group, I looked up and saw Cole standing at the table, smiled, pointed to the chair and said, "Sit, do I need to drink water?"

"Thank you, no need."

Trev got up and picked up the kettle, the sound of the water was particularly harsh in the silent room, "Celia mentioned you, it seems that something happened between you Not happy.

Hehe, you don’t need to care about that stupid woman. All students are assigned a unified decision above. If she offends you, I am here to apologize for her."

Holding the cup, sit back on the leather chair.

Take out a document with an official seal from the drawer and hand it to Cole, said with a smile, "From now on, you are a member of Demon Eye Battallion, I hope we can get along well in the future "

Cole took the file in his hand and said indifferently, "Celia is a good girl. No one will be really angry with her. You don't have to apologize."

"Yes Is it?"

Putting the file into his coat, Cole was about to get up and leave.

Trev reminded with a smile, "Don't forget to report to Corey, the internship will start today."

Without responding, Cole left the room.

The other trainees who lined up outside the door and were assigned to the intelligence team all had bitter-gour-faced faces and their heads slumped.

Even if they laughed at Cole deliberately, but to be able to stand here, who is not unlucky.

At this moment, the only thing in my mind is whether I can live safely until the beginning of spring next year.

Walking on the road.

Cole didn't have any waves in his heart, and even thought it was a little ridiculous.

Trev Moran, the smiling sissy, really think he is the brat who can be fooled by the candy in the Academy?

Apologize?

Uniform distribution?

Hehe, if these all are true, now Penny · Seranda and her razor squad should be picked up for him.

But none of this is a problem for him.

Demon Eye Battallion, its full name is Demon Eye Battallion, which is called Demon Eye Special Operations Team for devil and Evil Spirit supernatural disaster intelligence acquisition by the Supernatural Investigation Division, one of the many battallions of the Supernatural Investigation Division.

Trev · Moran is directly led.

It is also the branch with the highest risk factor in the intelligence group.

Compared with dark creatures that are visible and tangible, the unknown is the real fear that humans face.

Assigning him here, Celia's desire to make him survive tonight couldn't be more obvious.

The Imperial Family Headquarters of the Demon Hunting Group is an ancient building with a strong religious color, with reliefs, columns and domes.

Like a huge Imperial Palace, located in the north of the Imperial Capital, it is only a crossroads away from the Demon-hunter Academy.

Take the registration card and find the Supernatural Investigation Division.

He was received by a girl with round glasses, a short stature, and a naive double ponytail.

That freckled face seems to be able to keep smiling all the time.

"Um...Cole Walker, the new intern from Demon Eye Battallion? Cross the corridor, turn right, and the third one on the left is their office."

After Cole's address, she pushed the frame, said with a slight smile, "I hope I can see you alive the next morning, go in."

The office door is unlocked, Cole knocked on the door and walked in. .

There are four men and one woman sitting inside, all of them busy with their own affairs.

Cole took off his hat, held the registration card in his hand, and said, "Cole Walker, Chief Trev asked me to report here."

No one will feel like a newcomer , Even more how, some people have told them specifically that some people will die in the task of the next action.

Who would be happy to befriend a dead person?

After Cole finished speaking, he only got the cold response from that woman.

"The action will begin in twenty minutes. I hope you don’t hold us back, newcomer."

If you change to another newcomer, join a team for the first time, regardless of How to be treated, take the initiative to show weakness, and then seek to integrate, is the best choice to save your life in the next task.

Be more active. For example, if you have a hot face and a cold butt, you don’t feel embarrassed at all, and you start to introduce yourself in place, or introduce yourself to the seniors of Demon Eye Battallion one by one, and pray for them. A certain person’s goodwill, and then get some care.

Even if it is still left out, or eccentric's mockery.

In order to save your life, even if you are angry, you have to lick your face to make a smile.

As for Cole...

He put the registration card back into the pocket of his coat, found a soft-looking leather chair, and pulled it out from under the table.

The harsh rubbing sound of the chair feet and the floor is particularly eye-catching.

Throw it lightly.

The black top hat draws an elegant arc in the air and hangs it accurately on the hanger.

Then he sat down heavily and put his legs on the table.

Take out his favorite metal flip-top windproof lighter, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, choking smoke, and was carried by the breeze through the corridor to the noses of five people.

"cough cough..."

Cole is like a newcomer in this way. People who don’t know thought it was the highest officer of Demon Eye Battallion who came back. .

Even, he was able to take out the cigarette box and said with a slight smile to the five people with pale faces, "Does anyone want to have one?"

One of them is thin. The man with high and sunken eye sockets angrily said, "Rookie, who made you sit in Moran Captain's position?"

Another brawny sneered, who was covered in tendons, said, "Forget it. , Jeff, since he likes to sit, let him sit there, after all...hehe."

If violence is not for cups, it will be meaningless.

Cole has always believed in this sentence.

With the idea that someone must be beaten first, he got up, put one hand in his trouser pocket and walked to the side of the muscular brawny table, with a cigarette in his mouth, frowned and knocked on the table, then hooked his hand , Motioned to give him something.

Brawny looked up at him with a cold face, and said in a bad tone, "What's the matter?"

Exhale gently.

Smoke brushed his face like an azure cotton.

Suddenly.

This guy who looks very calm, his forehead was instantly covered with violent veins.

Cole indifferently said, "Give me the task briefing."

"Fuck you!"

Brawny slapped the table and stood up abruptly.

Looking at Cole who was half a head shorter than him, he took back the fists raised several times.

Then pointed to Cole’s nose, suppressed his anger and said, "You’re lucky this time, newcomer."

He picked up a document and threw it to him, and picked up the table. The flat iron bottle of whiskey, panting with rage went out.

"Tsk."

The sturdy figure who has already walked to the door, because he heard a disdainful voice behind him.

Almost breathed out.

He was stiff at the door for two seconds before he slammed the door and left.

The other four were silent, but their gazes looking towards Cole were no different from those looking at the dead.

Grant didn't beat him, he must be worried about sending him to the hospital so that this kid could escape.

For Cole.

In a sense, he just looked at these five very upset, especially their immediate boss was still a sissy, so he just wanted to beat them that's all with the righteous Iron Fist.

Good learning will not be possible.

Hit people, bully, using public office to avenge private wrongs, but they learn a lot.