devil priest in marvel exorcism

[The anti-theft chapter will be revised tomorrow] But he is definitely not a fool.

Naturally, I would not risk the whole world to lift the lid.

As a reporter, he is indeed determined to expose government corruption and the crimes of gangs.

But the fundamental purpose of disclosing these bad things to the public is to hope that these problems can be solved.

Instead of making the world more chaotic.

He is not the kind of reporter who has no limits in order to attract attention.

Except, of course, when it comes to dealing with superheroes.

Especially after having a daughter, his original stubborn character who was not afraid of danger or threats has become much more restrained.

The poor family environment in his childhood made him cherish the time with his daughter even more.

He wouldn't even want to put his daughter in danger for his own reasons.

So after receiving the warning from his old comrades, he no longer deliberately inquired about the Continental Hotel.

Sometimes for some special news, as long as it is found that the killer is related to the Continental Hotel, he will naturally stop it.

Only this time, it was because of my daughter's all kinds of coquettishness.

The second reason is that he also learned through his own news channels that the priest they wanted to report had no deeper relationship with the Continental Hotel.

In other words, even if the priest was reported, he would not expose the Continental Hotel and cause a series of chaos afterwards.

That's why I stood guard at the door of the hotel.

But what to say.

It is human nature to seek secrets.

Angels even more so.

But journalists, “creatures”, are even worse than angels.

So now we are suddenly faced with Dolby, a living "killer", surrounded by the mature and steady Jameson.

It took a few deep breaths to calm down the excitement.

He asked slightly anxiously at this moment.

"Are you really a killer?"

Dubi looked at him coldly.

He persisted in his superb acting skills and played the role of a killer seriously.

So after hearing this, he just replied coldly.

"Who are you going to kill?!"

"I... uh..."

Jameson was momentarily choked by Dolby's words and didn't know how to answer.

But at least he is a man who has gone through ups and downs and founded the Daily Bugle alone.

He quickly got out of his awkward and speechless state.

Seeing that Dolby had no expression on his face, he looked straight and stiff.

He also pretended to be direct.

“I’m not asking too much.

I just hope you stay away from me and my daughter.

She and I are ordinary people living in an ordinary world.

I will not deliberately expose you, but I also hope that you will not set foot in my life, especially my daughter’s life. "

After the "daughter slave" issued a slightly threatening warning.

The conversation changed and he asked a question.

"Do you accept the commission?"

"Do you want to tell me... what the content of the commission is?"

Dolby took a big breath and finished what he almost missed.

The priest suffered from an occupational illness and almost asked if he needed confession.

Fortunately, when he was about to reach for the Bible, he suddenly found Natasha still being held in his arms.

It became clear that he was no longer in the church and his identity was no longer a priest.

And Jameson didn't pay too much attention. Dolby's tone just now was wrong.

He thought that killers were always like this when they were startled.

Seeing Dolby directly asking about the content of the commission, he said directly.

“I’m not asking you to kill someone.

But I want to ask you to help me find someone..."

As he spoke, he took out a photo from his pocket. It was a screenshot of a video. It was slightly blurry, but you could clearly see the face of the priest in the center of the picture.

It was Dolby.

Dolby, holding Natasha in his arms, glanced at the photo in Jameson's hand and didn't want to pay much attention to it.

Although Natasha's hematopoietic function and platelets are very strong due to her physical condition, the wound opened by the blade is no longer bleeding.

But an injury is an injury, and you still need to get treatment as soon as possible.

So seeing that Jameson had misunderstood his identity, he should not forcefully stop him from leaving.

Then he held Natasha and walked slightly past Jameson who was blocking him in front, and walked towards the Continental Hotel.

At the same time, he said without looking back.

"Find someone?

I am not interested!

find someone else! "

Jameson didn't stop, but he didn't give up either.

He waved the photo in his hand and shouted after Dolby.

"What I want you to find for me is a priest. He lives in the Continental Hotel."

Dolby paused briefly before continuing to walk into the hotel.

Let him find it on his own, what a crazy idea this is, crazy!

"1 dollars!"

"..."

Dolby returned to Jameson with Natasha in his arms.

Continuing to maintain his facial expression, he asked in a calm tone.

"$1?"

He looked at Dolby who was still expressionless and didn't look embarrassed at all.

Jameson looked at him as if he had seen something strange.

In order not to mess up the character, Dolby had to start "patching".

"I'm an emotionless killer.

Living alone in this steel jungle.

In this cold world, only money can make me feel a little bit of warmth. "

Jameson understood.

Come to think of it, if you weren't greedy for money, what kind of killer would you be?

So he said to Dolby.

"As long as you can help me find the priest and tell me which room he lives in.

As long as the information you find is true, I will give you $1.

It doesn't matter if it's cash or card. "

Clearly, Jameson was not unprepared.

At least he had learned about the killers' charging habits through some channels.

But Dolby is just a killer in disguise.

How could she possibly tell him where she lived?

So he thought for a while, shook his head and said.

“For some reason, I can’t tell you exactly which room he lived in.

But I can secretly record his usual behavior and what happens around him.

Would you pay for these things? "

Under the dim light, the young priest whose church was bombed began to betray himself.

The night wind came with a hint of chill.

In this world full of malice, besides Wanda Momo, there are also a bunch of his friends.

Probably only a small amount of money can bring a little warmth to this poor little devil (devil) who fell from hell to the world.

Jameson also thought about it and felt that this seemed to be the only way.

But he also put forward additional conditions.

“To prove that what you record is true and not just made up.

In addition to written descriptions of his daily life, I also needed his photographs as supporting evidence. "

Dube shook his head.

How could he let his photos be leaked so casually?

"I have to pay more!!!"

Natasha, who was lying in his arms, heard the young man say decisively.

Although Jameson does have a jealous temper.

But he is definitely not a fool.

Naturally, I would not risk the whole world to lift the lid.

As a reporter, he is indeed determined to expose government corruption and the crimes of gangs.

But the fundamental purpose of disclosing these bad things to the public is to hope that these problems can be solved.

Instead of making the world more chaotic.

He is not the kind of reporter who has no limits in order to attract attention.

Except, of course, when it comes to dealing with superheroes.

Especially after having a daughter, his original stubborn character who was not afraid of danger or threats has become much more restrained.

The poor family environment in his childhood made him cherish the time with his daughter even more.

He wouldn't even want to put his daughter in danger for his own reasons.

So after receiving the warning from his old comrades, he no longer deliberately inquired about the Continental Hotel.

Sometimes for some special news, as long as it is found that the killer is related to the Continental Hotel, he will naturally stop it.

Only this time, firstly because of my daughter's all kinds of coquettishness.

The second reason is that he also learned through his own news channels that the priest they wanted to report had no deeper relationship with the Continental Hotel.

In other words, even if the priest was reported, he would not expose the Continental Hotel and cause a series of chaos afterwards.

That's why I stood guard at the door of the hotel.

But what to say.

It is human nature to seek secrets.

Angels even more so.

But journalists, “creatures”, are even worse than angels.

So now we are suddenly faced with Dolby, a living "killer", surrounded by the mature and steady Jameson.

It took a few deep breaths to calm down the excitement.

He asked slightly anxiously at this moment.

"Are you really a killer?"

Dubi looked at him coldly.

He persisted in his superb acting skills and played the role of a killer seriously.

So after hearing this, he just replied coldly.

"Who are you going to kill?!"

"I... uh..."

Jameson was momentarily choked by Dolby's words and didn't know how to answer.

But at least he is a man who has gone through ups and downs and founded the Daily Bugle alone.

He quickly got out of his awkward and speechless state.

Seeing that Dolby had no expression on his face, he looked straight and stiff.

He also pretended to be direct.

“I’m not asking too much.

I just hope you stay away from me and my daughter.

She and I are ordinary people living in an ordinary world.

I will not deliberately expose you, but I also hope that you will not set foot in my life, especially my daughter’s life. "

After the "daughter slave" issued a slightly threatening warning.

The conversation changed and he asked a question.

"Do you accept the commission?"

"Do you want to tell me... what the content of the commission is?"

Dolby took a big breath and finished what he almost missed.

The priest suffered from an occupational illness and almost asked if he needed confession.

Fortunately, when he was about to reach for the Bible, he suddenly found Natasha still being held in his arms.

It became clear that he was no longer in the church and his identity was no longer a priest.

And Jameson didn't pay too much attention. Dolby's tone just now was wrong.

He thought that killers were always like this when they were startled.

Seeing Dolby directly asking about the content of the commission, he said directly.

“I’m not asking you to kill someone.

But I want to ask you to help me find someone..."

As he spoke, he took out a photo from his pocket. It was a screenshot of a video. It was slightly blurry, but you could clearly see the face of the priest in the center of the picture.

It was Dolby.

Dolby, holding Natasha in his arms, glanced at the photo in Jameson's hand and didn't want to pay much attention to it.

Although Natasha's hematopoietic function and platelets are very strong due to her physical condition, the wound opened by the blade is no longer bleeding.

But an injury is an injury, and you still need to get treatment as soon as possible.

So seeing that Jameson had misunderstood his identity, he should not forcefully stop him from leaving.

Then he held Natasha and walked slightly past Jameson who was blocking him in front, and walked towards the Continental Hotel.

At the same time, he said without looking back.

"Find someone?

I am not interested!

find someone else! "

Jameson didn't stop, but he didn't give up either.

He waved the photo in his hand and shouted after Dolby.

"What I want you to find for me is a priest. He lives in the Continental Hotel."

Dolby paused briefly before continuing to walk into the hotel.

Let him find it on his own, what a crazy idea this is, crazy!

"1 dollars!"

"..."

Dolby returned to Jameson with Natasha in his arms.

Continuing to maintain his facial expression, he asked in a calm tone.

"$1?"

He looked at Dolby who was still expressionless and didn't look embarrassed at all.

Jameson looked at him as if he had seen something strange.

In order not to mess up the character, Dolby had to start "patching".

"I'm an emotionless killer.

Living alone in this steel jungle.

In this cold world, only money can make me feel a little bit of warmth. "

Jameson understood.

Come to think of it, if you weren't greedy for money, what kind of killer would you be?

So he said to Dolby.

"As long as you can help me find the priest and tell me which room he lives in.

As long as the information you find is true, I will give you $1.

It doesn't matter if it's cash or card. "

Clearly, Jameson was not unprepared.

At least he had learned about the killers' charging habits through some channels.

But Dolby is just a killer in disguise.

How could she possibly tell him where she lived?

So he thought for a while, shook his head and said.

“For some reason, I can’t tell you exactly which room he lived in.

But I can secretly record his usual behavior and what happens around him.

Would you pay for these things? "

Under the dim light, the young priest whose church was bombed began to betray himself.

The night wind came with a hint of chill.

In this world full of malice, besides Wanda Momo, there are also a bunch of his friends.

Probably only a small amount of money can bring a little warmth to this poor little devil (devil) who fell from hell to the world.

Jameson also thought about it and felt that this seemed to be the only way.

But he also put forward additional conditions.

“To prove that what you record is true and not just made up.

In addition to written descriptions of his daily life, I also needed his photographs as supporting evidence. "

Dube shook his head.

How could he let his photos be leaked so casually?

"I have to pay more!!!"