Grass, this is not right everyday

"What the hell is going on!" Jock was furious, and Rip's ears were ringing. "Who the hell is spreading such nonsense? And you idiots actually believed it!"

Jock walks back and forth at Rip's grocery store, looking menacing.He never thought that he, a robber who wandered from Los Santos to Tokyo, would be recruited inexplicably one day.

And he, the client, was the last to know!

"Uh... this has been circulating outside for a while." Rep rarely put down his keyboard and sat cross-legged across from Jock, "Everyone is saying that you have become an official exorcist, even if you didn't join the response Ke, it is estimated that he has already been hired by some company."

"That's it? That's all you believe?" Jock roared fiercely, "Did you forget to take your brain with you when you came out of your mother's (beep)? Just this little thing can spread the word." It's all over the street, damn it!"

"Ah...Actually, there is a reason why this story spread so much." Repp looked at the impotent and furious Jock hesitantly, "At first, everyone didn't believe it, but one day someone suddenly discovered this. "

Rep said and handed his mobile phone to Jock, and Jock took Rep's mobile phone in doubt, and looked at the phone screen and was dumbfounded.

wait, this thing looks like...

On the phone is an exorcist license, and it is a very high-level license. The information and photos on it are none other than Jock himself.

With this thing, Joker can easily enter various multinational companies or government jobs, get a high salary, and enjoy various additional rights and benefits.

As for the source of this license, of course Jock also remembers that it was something made by a civil servant trying to win him over. Yes, but the legal effect of this thing will obviously not be affected by this.

At least from a legal perspective, Jock is indeed a serious exorcist protected by the law, not a robber who came out of nowhere.

"This thing... this thing..." Jock suddenly had nothing to say, didn't he throw this thing away?How could it be spread everywhere? It can't be such a coincidence that someone picked it up like this.

Seeing Jock's hesitant and speechless appearance, Repp was more or less convinced of his guess, at least Jock must know the existence of this license.

"Everyone didn't believe it at first, but after being verified, it turned out to be the real thing." Lei Pu put his face on one hand, and took back his mobile phone, "And when everyone wanted to ask you for verification, they couldn't find you. People, I think you have already acquiesced, so what have you been doing these days?"

Jock waved his hand, obviously not ready to answer this question.

It's just that I didn't expect that when I was addicted to my charming wife and couldn't help myself, such inexplicable rumors started to spread outside.

"Okay, it's useless to talk about it now." Joke immediately changed the subject, not planning to go deeper into what he was doing, "In short, where did this license come from? Can you find it? "

Rep was a little concerned about what Jock was doing these days, but he saw that Jock didn't intend to elaborate on this issue, so he followed his words and changed the subject.

"...It's actually not difficult, it just takes some time." Rep said and started typing on the keyboard casually again. "The sources of information are all public. If you want to find the source, you can find it soon."

Following a burst of operations by Thunderbolt, Jock's ID photo was intercepted separately, and he began to search for the original source along the historical records.

Said it would take some time, but Rip still didn't let Jock, who was about to explode at any time, wait for too long.

After Repp locked the source on a few people, he immediately asked Jock to come over.

"That's it. It took me a while. Although I was in a hurry and couldn't be too specific, it's not bad to be able to lock it to this point." Repp handed the Pad to Jock and said, "There are about a dozen people on here. , probably I have entered all the information... This is nothing to you, right?"

Joker raised his eyebrows and didn't answer directly, but it was indeed as Rep said, finding more than a dozen targets in a short period of time who had been basically determined and tortured was obviously more difficult than finding Miyuki Sone from the sea of ​​people last time. Much easier.

"Can't you make it easier for me?" Joker obviously didn't have the patience to continue searching at the moment. He flipped the Pad in his hand full of irritability, "Why are there still more than a dozen people?"

"Stop complaining! What else do you want in such a short time?" Rep was halfway through speaking, when he suddenly thought of something, leaned closer to Jock and whispered, "...If you are really in a hurry, have you considered it? Have you gone through official channels?"

"Official channel?"

"That's right, official channels."

Repp tapped the keyboard rhythmically, even if he didn't look at the screen, he couldn't stop him from passionately laning.

"Look...you have become a serious exorcist now. If you want to hurry up, you can go directly to the Response Department to find someone to ask for information, right?" Rep carefully observed Jock's expression, ready to turn around at any time Just run and get ready.

Sure enough, the expression on Jock's face quickly turned into disgust, not exceeding Rep's expectation.

Fortunately, Jock has no intention of violently hurting others for the time being, and Rep doesn't need to escape for the time being.

"Stop talking nonsense! Do you want me to work for the cubs in the response department? It's impossible to work, and it's impossible in this life!" Joke's tone was full of disgust, and there was no need to discuss it.

"But what's the use even if you find the source?" Rep asked blankly, "Everyone thinks you've been cleansed, even if you kill the little bastard who cleansed you, your reputation in the industry will not be affected for a short time. reply."

"I can keep recruiting people to grab votes, so no one will continue to believe that I am a government employee."

"Please, don't be stupid. Everyone will think that you are fishing for law enforcement. First of all, it is impossible for someone to continue to rob you!"

Jock opened and closed his mouth several times, and a few thoughts flashed through his mind, but they were quickly denied.

Damn it, Jock had to admit that now Rip had a point.

When everyone thinks you are a dog for the government, no matter what you do, people will be alerted.

Not to mention those bastards that Jock has been in contact with, Jock guessed that they probably even changed their residence and phone number.

"Anyway, I need to talk to this bastard first." Jock scratched his scalp impatiently, "At least burn that damn license first!"

40. Flying dragon riding face

later in the day.

The summer nights come later than the night, which is the longest period of the day.

After a whole day of chasing and killing, Jock was able to find the target quickly when he knew the target's appearance and identity.

He spent the day hunting down the source of those rumors, trying to figure out who had the license now.

But at the end of the day, all they found were bastards who followed the trend and reposted. Although they were in the earlier batch, they didn't know anything about the source.

"You bastard, now you know the harm of rumors?!"

Joker roared and stepped on the accelerator, slamming into an ordinary family car in front of him.

A life-and-death scene is happening on Japanese roads. An old pickup truck that looks bruised is colliding with a relatively new family car with a speed and force completely different from its appearance.

The body of the family car was already full of bullet holes, and Jock was still shooting from time to time.

There was no one on the road at this time, and Jock's friendly and friendly behavior did not cause any panic, and now even in the city center may not be able to stop Jock who has hardly gained anything all day.

"I, I don't know, I just posted online with my friends!"

A man and a woman sitting in the family car knew Jock. They only saw this photo from a friend at a party at the beginning, and felt that this thing was made to look real, so they randomly posted it on the Internet.

Of course, it was also accompanied by subjective assumptions about Master Joe and rumors in various senses. This matter did not gradually ferment until a few days later.He was quite proud of the rising likes and retweets, but he didn't realize that things were serious until he was blocked by Jock.

"Oh so you son of a bitch is really innocent, right?" Jock shifted gears again and stepped on the gas pedal.

The head of the modified car is like a hammer with a speed of [-] kilometers per hour, hitting the deformed rear of the family car time and time again.

The woman's scream was mixed with the sound of brakes, and Jock behind him and the automatic rifle in his hand were not idle for a moment.

"Sorry, sorry! I really didn't mean to!"

The man chased by Jock was crying and apologizing in a hurry. The makeup on the face of the woman beside him was already spent, and she kept screaming, stimulating his eardrums, as if this woman had gone completely crazy.

"Now you know the dangers of spreading rumors, right? Now you know!" Jock slammed into the rear of the car in front again, cursing, "Now tell me who the hell showed you this picture!"

As he spoke, he stepped on the accelerator and hit the rear of the car.

"Don't slow down!"

Jock's behavior brought him strong pressure. While driving the family car to prevent being hit from the road and into the sea, he had to recall the details of a certain party once again amidst the woman's screams.

There wasn't much time and opportunity for him to think, but because of this, this innocent man used his brain more effectively in fear.

"I remembered!" After a while, the poor man's mind finally remembered who he got the photo from, "Youda! Youda Toru, a vampire, haunts around Shinjuku, but usually doesn't go Kamurocho!"

"Tell me more!" Jock said and fired again.

This time the bullet passed through the car body smoothly and killed the screaming woman on the co-pilot on the spot.

The poor man didn't have time to let out a cry of horror, and hurriedly told everything he knew.

"Man! He looks like a foreigner but is actually a native Japanese, and he often bites and is wanted!"

"And he...he...he..."

The poor man racked his brains trying to get some information that could save his life.

But Joker obviously didn't have the patience, shifted gears, stepped on the accelerator, and knocked the ordinary family car in front of him off the road, and fell straight into the sea.

"Tch, waste of time." Jock stopped the car and stuffed the special carbine into the trunk.

As for what will happen to the man who was knocked into the sea by him, it is completely out of his concern. He only cares about whether he can find the culprit who spread the damn license everywhere.

With the sea breeze blowing on his face, Jock lit a cigarette and leaned against the dilapidated front of the car.

The old pickup used by Joker as a hammer, the front of the car has been scarred, one headlight has been scrapped, and the other is still proudly sticking to its duties.

"Damn, what a bad luck. Tsk..." Jock leaned against the side of the car, took out his phone and crossed out a name.

Is this the No.11... or the No.12?

After thinking for half a second, Jock jotted down a number, and at the same time recorded the new information he had just obtained.

"Okay, let me see. First of all, it should be confirmed that the damn cub is a vampire." Jock compared the testimonies of a group of people, who all said they got the photo from a vampire.

"Then, the appearance should be of a foreign white man, but he is actually a native of the country."

"Finally...wanted."

Jock memorized these characteristics. Although the vampire alone could at least eliminate a lot of options, he didn't ask for any specific information.

Putting away his mobile phone, Joker threw away his cigarette butt casually.

He was going to the coping department, not only to solve the license issue thoroughly, but also to find information about this vampire by the way.

Didn't you say you are being wanted?Such an inhuman race would definitely be on the record with the Response Section, one can only hope that the bastard at least used his real name.

After deciding where to go, Jock immediately turned around and returned to Tokyo.

When he came to Tokyo, it was really dark, and although the night breeze didn't help much, it was better than nothing compared to the roasting during the day.

Jock drove slowly under the night scene to the Response Section building which was still lit.

It's not far from the police headquarters, not even two streets away.

Almost compared to the huge size of the two sides, this distance can be said to be close at hand. If you buy a [-] yuan low-quality telescope on the street, you can see the faces of the people in the opposite building.

Joke slowly approached the headquarters of the Response Section, hesitating whether he needs to cover his face or something... But thinking about it carefully, if he walks into the Response Section in an open and honest manner, the rumors of being recruited may be true. .

And if you punch in violently, what's the point of masking, even a blind person can know that he did it.

Then there is only one choice, so just rush in!

Joker's eyes were fixed, he stepped on the accelerator, and the scarred pickup rushed directly towards the main entrance of the headquarters building of the Response Section.

41. Headquarters

Although the decision to forcibly break into the coping department was not well thought out, Joker felt that it would be no big deal even if he turned his face.

A large part of the reason why he didn't like being caught robbing himself was that he didn't want people to know what he was looking for, and now he just wanted to simply prove that he was not the dog of the coping department.

Not to mention not being recruited!

The old pickup had a strong heart, and the roar of the engine immediately attracted the attention of the exorcist from the Response Division Headquarters.

Obviously, after experiencing the last tragedy, this group of people seemed to be prepared for things like car bombs. After seeing a suspicious old pickup truck rushing towards the headquarters, they immediately tried to stop it.

But it is a pity that the owner of this car is not an ordinary terrorist. Although his behavior is very close, he himself considers himself a person with professional ethics.

No matter whether it was a slash, a spell, or a simple bullet shooting, they couldn't get close to this car, and were stopped by an invisible force a few centimeters away from the car.

So the old pickup went on a rampage all the way, aggressively crashing into the gate of the headquarters of the response department.

The door used for reception obviously did not expect such a rough entry at the beginning of the design. The size and quality of the old pickup clearly exceeded the limit of the door. After a roar, the expensive door shattered into pieces all over the place.

Some of the people who dealt with Ke had already recognized who the car belonged to, but most of them changed their faces only after Jock got off the car.

Jock stepped on the broken glass on the ground with no one in sight, waved his hand lightly, the tomahawk fell into his hand, and moved his shoulders and neck. He is in excellent condition at the moment!

The exorcist officers and general staff present seemed to have lost their brains on the spot, and they all stared blankly at the person who was usually told by their superiors that they should never be provoked, and suddenly the flying dragon rode on their face.

At this time, is it time to do it... or not to do it?

You may lose your life if you do your own work, and you may lose your life if you don't work.

And they've all been smacked in the face, isn't it too embarrassing to pretend to be dead silently at this time? !

If this matter is spoken out, everyone here will die socially.

Probably because this idea is too scary, it makes people feel that Leviathan is not so scary.

Although the dossiers about Leviathan are all bloody and restrictive scenes, the thought that I may become one of them at any time is unavoidable, but that is only a momentary thing. Can't get up!

Are you going to be a warrior for a minute or a coward for life.

Most of the people made their choices, and most of them quickly avoided, while the exorcist pulled out various weapons and props from his body.