demon godfather

Major Robert Huslett hated journalists as much as he hated shrimp, traffic jams, and ink spots that accidentally got on his cuff when he wrote with a pen.

A group of reporters gathered outside the military tent, chattering like a flock of sparrows trying to snatch millet.His adjutant stopped them outside and dealt with them with textbook-like official language, such as "bad weather, unable to move", "commander is paying close attention to this matter", "the latest development will be announced as soon as possible" , and so on, tirelessly.Major Robert Huslett felt that the adjutant would be a great asset in the future.More reporters set up camp outside the army camps, spying on their every move all the time. The hunger and thirst for all kinds of cameras, video cameras, pinhole cameras and high-tech glasses capable of recording has long been unbearable. Major Robert Huxlett The muzzles I have seen in my life are not as many as the photography equipment I have seen today.

It's all because of that wicked town.

A few days ago, he led the infantry battalion under his command to Haitong Town, ostensibly to participate in rescue operations, but in fact to seal off the area.But in fact, he didn't need to send soldiers to block it at all, the town blocked itself.

Haitong Town is located in a steep valley, with a population of about [-]. There is only one road to enter and exit the town, passing through two tunnels through the mountain, and the tunnels are located at both ends of the valley.Major Robert Huslett's Battalion of Infantry was stationed in the tunnel on the east side, while the west side was held by another detachment.

The east tunnel did not collapse.In fact, there is no such thing as an earthquake, landslide and mudslide.

The town was surrounded by thick fog and lost contact with the outside world.Whether it is telephone, Internet or satellite communication, everything is out of order.Standing outside the valley and looking up at the mountains, you can only see the thick fog that has come down, and you can't even see the top of the mountain.The map satellite took a bird's-eye view of the town. In the photo, the surrounding scenes are clearly visible, but the town is a mass of white, which makes people wonder if the satellite's lens is dirty.

The day before yesterday, a helicopter ventured into the fog to investigate. As a result, they couldn't see anything in the fog, and all the navigation failed. Fortunately, the pilot was experienced and returned immediately and escaped successfully.Major Robert Huslett was horrified to find that when the helicopter entered the fog, it also disappeared from the radar.

The mist stretched out from the eastern tunnel like something tangible that Major Robert Huxlett would have imagined as a large pale hand if he had been a child.After the helicopter scouting mission failed, the major dispatched a well-equipped team to try to enter the town of Haitong through the tunnel.Of course, the team returned safely.However, the strange thing is that the captain reported that although they were equipped with infrared night vision goggles, they could not see anything once they entered the fog. , Suddenly, they found themselves back in place, and an hour had passed.

The same happened to Major Robert Huxlett, who later sent three more detachments.After contacting his colleague stationed in the west tunnel, he found that the other party had also encountered the same situation.

The town seems to have blocked itself, refusing anyone to come in or out.

He once asked the CEO of Pullin about this matter, but he got the answer "we don't know either".The major thinks that the town will become like this, and the Prynne Company is absolutely indispensable.

The noise outside the tent disappeared, and Major Robert Huxlett guessed that the adjutant drove away the group of scavengers like reporters.He thought to himself, if he can successfully complete the task this time, he must take credit for the adjutant when he goes back.

After a while, the adjutant lifted the tent curtain and saluted.

"Report sir!"

"What's the matter?"—certainly no good news.Major Robert Huxlett thought gloomily.

"Caught two sneaky guys in camp!"

"Journalist? If it's a reporter, let's let it go after a lesson, otherwise they might sue us for interfering with press freedom."

"Not a reporter!"

"Who is that?"

The adjutant's expression was shaken for a moment. "They call themselves... demon hunters!"

The two self-proclaimed demon hunters clasped their hands behind their backs, dejected and restless like elementary school students being scolded by a teacher.Both were young, in their early twenties, one tall and one short.The taller one had black hair and an expression as hard as an Easter Island statue.The short one had blond hair--reminded Major Robert Huxlett of his own son in elementary school--the kind of blond that was blond when he was young and grew darker as he grew older.

The major paced up and down before them.Experience told him that this was an excellent way to intimidate others, and most civilians could not withstand such silent pressure.The blonde looked like he was about to pee his pants, but the brunette remained unmoved.This guy is not simple.thought Major Robert Huslett.

He stops pacing.

"Who are you?"

The brunette replied, "My name is Chris and this is Dominic. We are witchers."

ha.witcher.thought Major Robert Huslett.Do they think this is a Hollywood set?

"Then I'm Major Van Helsing," he said dryly.

The black-haired boy smiled with a sly smile.

"Okay, demon hunters. What are you doing here? Give me a satisfactory answer, otherwise you will be counted as trespassing on the restricted military zone."

"What!" the blond boy exclaimed, "The group of reporters can walk around the barracks, why can't we?"

"Are you reporters?"

"……no."

The major and he stared at each other wordlessly.

"We heard something unusual happened here," said the dark-haired boy. "The news said that the tunnel collapsed and the army came to rescue. But it doesn't seem to be the case."

"What you see isn't necessarily real. We've worked really hard on the rescue."

"That fog," said the dark-haired boy, "is no ordinary weather phenomenon."

"...I can see the nonsense."

"I mean, it didn't come naturally. Something anomalous is happening, and there's something powerful that's shutting it off from the outside world. Ordinary people can't go into that area."

Major Robert Huslett looked at the dark-haired boy.He looked like an ordinary young man, the kind who could hit ten billboards if he fell down on the street.But, damn it, he was right.The major never disclosed that information to the outside world, how did he know?

"It sounds like you can enter the town?"

The black-haired boy rolled his eyes: "Maybe. We'll try."

"Major Huslett!" A familiar voice came from outside the tent, "I heard you talking to someone else. May I come in?"

The major raised his voice: "Wait a minute, Miss Morrison, I'm dealing with something."

Hearing the name "Miss Morrison", the two "Van Helsing" showed hellish expressions at the same time.

The black-haired boy asked tentatively, "Abby?"

The curtain of the tent was raised with a clatter, and a tall, plump-chested woman with long hair walked in.

"Ah! Chris! How could it be you!" The woman was very surprised.

Major Robert Huxlett looked at the woman, then at the dark-haired boy, and found similar features in their faces with ease.

"Miss Morrison, this is your...?"

"This is my brother," replied Miss Morrison. "I don't know that one."

"Did you call them here?"

"What? No! I didn't expect them to be here at all!"

Since it was Miss Morrison's brother (and unknown person), Major Robert Huxlett uncuffed them both.The dark-haired boy and Miss Morrison embraced and kissed each other on the cheek.

"If you want a family reunion, can you change the place?" Major Robert Huslett said coldly.

"I'm sorry, Major." Miss Morrison flashed her trademark charming smile. "I'll take them to the Pullin Company tent."

"Please go ahead."

Miss Morrison led Chris and Dominic out of the barracks to a smaller camp nearby.The logo of "Pulin Medicine and Biotechnology Co., Ltd." is painted on the camp tents.She beckoned the two into one of the largest tents.The decor inside is cozy like a vacation cottage.

"Well, Chris, this is my place," said Miss Morrison. "Can you tell me why you're here? And," she turned to Dominique, "who is this?"

"My boyfriend, Dominique." Chris's introduction was unusually succinct.

"Ah! Little Chris has found his own happiness too! I'm so happy for you!" Miss Morrison embraced Dominique familiarly and kissed him on the cheek.The latter was embarrassed by her big breasts.Moreover, Miss Morrison was tall, not so much a tall figure like a model, but a strong figure like an athlete. Dominique was almost out of breath with her two arms around her.

After finally getting rid of her embrace, Dominic quickly took a few breaths of fresh air.

"Chris, you never told me you had a sister!"

"I said so."

"No."

"This is my sister Abigail, who is now the chairman and CEO of Purin Pharmaceuticals and Biotechnology Co., Ltd. She used to be called Albert, and she was my brother. People still call her that. To avoid confusion, We all call her Abby." Chris said lightly.

Dominic opened his mouth wide like a Tyrannosaurus rex preparing to eat, and moaned like a small animal about to be eaten by a Tyrannosaurus rex.