Chapter 135 12 White Street

The streets were dirty, noisy, and filled with a foul odor, and the passers-by were hurried and malnourished.

This was Crown's first impression of the Whitechapel district, which was once the slum area of ​​Rhine City and still is.

However, with the influx of a large number of immigrants, the former slums are actually showing a trend of becoming part of the city center.

After the spring, the municipal government began to demolish and renovate the Whitechapel area, and the first phase of the project has started.

When Crown turned into White Street, he suddenly stopped and Del and Nelson almost bumped into him.

He stood at the entrance of a crowded street, but the world before his eyes had changed.

The neat houses and wide, clean streets are incompatible with the dirty, gray world behind them, giving people a weird feeling of putting flowers on cow dung, which is completely out of tune.

White Street, where most of the administrative agencies of the Whitechapel district are concentrated.

Crown paused for a few seconds and continued to move forward.

They came to a gray three-story building with a black shield emblem hanging at the door and stopped. There were two intersecting golden crossed swords painted on the shield.

This is his destination today, 12 White Street - the Seventh Branch of the Security Bureau.

Compared to the busy patrol station next door, this place is obviously much quieter.

The building was three or four meters above the ground. The three of them climbed up the stairs, pushed open the red door and entered the hall.

What came into view was a slightly curved long table. Inside, two girls were looking at something with their heads close together. There was a staircase behind them.

A brown-haired girl with freckles on the tip of her nose raised her head casually, and when she saw someone coming in, she asked coldly, "Did you encounter any supernatural incidents? I suggest you go to the patrol station next door to fill out a statement of the situation. After their evaluation, they will decide whether to transfer the case to us. We don't handle such cases directly here."

The Security Bureau is a plainclothes department. The three members of Crown were not wearing the armor distributed by the church. They were all wearing ordinary linen shirts and brown windbreaker jackets. The girl obviously misunderstood something.

Del stepped forward and said, "We are newly assigned investigators, under Captain Nick Misong."

"New here? What are your names please? Let me check the information. There are a lot of new people arriving recently." The girl took out a pen and paper and her tone was much gentler.

"Crown Moya, Del Smith, Nelson Harris," Del called out the names of the three.

"Please wait a moment," the girl tore off the paper, turned and went up the stairs.

Crone leaned against the table and asked another staff member wearing a light green round neck sweater, "Why is it so quiet here? I don't see any other colleagues."

"Haha," the girl covered her mouth and laughed, "You are from other places, right?"

"How did you see that?" Clown nodded slightly to show his acknowledgement. "Were we so obvious?"

He raised the steel sword wrapped in a layer of black oilcloth and asked softly, "Is it very rustic to use a sword?"

"Of course not for this reason," the girl smiled, her eyes turning into crescents, "Many extraordinary people still use these ancient weapons. They say that these cold weapons are more effective in close combat with monsters. It's..."

At this time, the freckled girl came downstairs and said with a sweet smile:

"Hello, gentlemen. The information has been verified to be correct. Your team's lounge is room 217. Please read the Security Bureau's combat manual carefully after entering. It will be very helpful when you perform your mission."

"We will be colleagues from now on. I didn't introduce myself just now. My name is Mina and this is Kelly. We are both civilian staff in the bureau."

"Nice to meet you," Crown smiled and bowed, "Kelly, how did you find out we were from out of town?"

"It's very simple," the sweater girl laughed again, "Old people all come to work from the underground passage and rarely go through the main entrance."

Uh, okay. Crown shook his head and laughed, said goodbye to the two girls, and the three of them went upstairs and found their team's room.

At the door of the room, a sturdy man about 1.8 meters tall was smoking a thick cigar.

The man had a buzz cut, and his hair was shaking like strands of steel. There were several deep scars on his left eye socket, as if he had been scratched by something.

Crown pushed the door and entered 217. The room was divided into two parts, inner and outer.

In the outer room there is a set of brown leather sofas and a red-textured beech coffee table.

The door to the inner room was open, and he saw two bunk beds inside, which seemed to be used for temporary rest.

There were two thin books spread out on the coffee table, one was called "Combat Manual" and the other was called "Material Distribution and Receipt System".

The covers of both books were very simple, without any decoration, except for a few large characters printed on them. In the center below the cover, there was a line of small characters: "Internal Information".

Crown untied the rope of the animal bag, and Buster pried open the bag with his two front paws and jumped out.

It jumped lightly onto the sofa, grabbed the back of the sofa, stretched out its body, and made a crackling sound.

Crown couldn't help but grin when he saw the clear claw marks left on the sofa.

Having never been a cat owner, he never noticed that cats could cause such damage. The tables and chairs in the room they rented were all made of wood.

He grabbed Buster's neck skin, pointed at some claw marks and shouted a few scoldings.

The kitten that was being held didn't dare to resist at all. It just blinked its big eyes and didn't move.

After making sure that the cat understood what he meant, Crown put the kitten down, walked to the window, opened it, and whistled. A blackbird circled and landed, making a soft quack sound to please him.

After placing the two pets into the room, Crown picked up the "Battle Manual" and looked through it. It recorded the habits of various common monsters and evil spirits and the best ways to deal with them.

He quickly glanced through it and closed the book. He had learned all this knowledge from the church library. Although the books there did not specifically organize these things, he had a cheat.

The knowledge reserve of a second-level magic scholar far exceeds what is contained in the manual.

"Del, do you know many words now?" Crown turned around and asked.

"A lot. I know all the commonly used characters."

"What about you, Nelson? Are you well literate?"

“I only know my own name.”

"Haha," Klauen laughed, "Del, read the battle manual to him. This book is very useful."

While Del and the others were reading, he began to look through the "Material Distribution and Receipt System".

Nick pushed the door open and walked in, followed by the man with a buzz cut who had been smoking at the door.

"Soldiers, it's time to get to work. Take your weapons and go to the logistics department to get combat supplies. Let's get ready and set off at noon."

"You have business on your first day at work?" Crown was curious about the incidence of supernatural events here.

The priest nodded and said, "This is a very difficult mission, rated as 'A-' level difficulty by the intelligence department. We are working with another team to complete it."

Nick smiled gently and said, "Let me introduce you to Jason Brown. Mr. Brown has been working on the front line for more than ten years and is one of the most senior security investigators in the church."

"Nice to meet you all. I hope you're still alive on this year's birthday of the gods," the man smiled grimly, and the claw marks in his eye sockets twisted like a spider crouching inside.

"Don't scare them, Jason," Nick said somewhat displeased.

"I'm telling the truth, Father," Jason said, turning around. "Newbies who haven't undergone rigorous training usually don't survive more than three months, and the highest mortality rate occurs in the first few missions. To be honest, A-level missions are beyond the capabilities of our rookie team."

"With two second-level extraordinary people, they can accept A-level missions, not to mention it's just an A-level, and they are working with other teams."

"You want to train? I won't be your babysitter. No other team will be your babysitter either." Jason sneered, "I'm going to get ready. Where do we meet at noon?"

"Second underground floor."

"I'll be there for the gathering on time, Captain." Jason glanced at the three people from Zach Town with a puzzled look, then turned and left.

Clown laughed and said, "He's still a thorn in my side. Do you want to find a chance to teach him a lesson?"

"Don't do that yet, let's see how he performs during the mission," Nick shook his head helplessly, "Jason is said to have reached the pinnacle of Level 2, he's experienced, and an elite. Fanny probably didn't want him to be transferred here."

"Lord Sith cares too much about you," Klauen nodded imperceptibly. If his team, with which he had a good working relationship, was suddenly transferred to a newly formed rookie team, he would feel unhappy.

"In the years since I left, they said the city has undergone strange changes, so she wants to transfer an experienced helper to me. However, this helper seems to be very arrogant."

Nick turned around and said, "Let's go get the supplies. We can talk while we walk."

. . . .

The steam locomotive was running fast in the underground passage. The second underground floor was an exclusive passage for special departments and there were no ordinary pedestrians inside.

This was a trailer truck with a truck bed and a canopy. Team Crown sat on one side of the canopy, with another team sitting opposite them. Two team leaders sat near the front of the truck.

Each combat team of the Security Bureau consists of five people, a captain and four team members.

There were two people from the other team driving in the front, and there were two women and one man sitting in the car.

"This is a new type of trailer designed by the Mechanical Research Institute. I originally thought that Captain Nick would choose to ride a horse to reach the mission site."

The person who spoke was a woman with long fiery red hair. She was wearing a black windbreaker and black high leather boots. The windbreaker was open, revealing the black tight leather jacket underneath, outlining her fiery figure.

The woman had two gun holsters on her waist, and two handles wrapped with black silk threads were exposed on the inside of her leather boots.

She has a delicate oval face and a pair of wine-red eyes. She bites her teeth and shakes her head gently, giving people a sense of wild power.

"Captain Liya, you're joking. If there's a more suitable tool, of course I'll use it. If a horse is more suitable, I definitely won't ride a motorcycle."

"I like you, Captain Nick. You are not like those old-fashioned priests who only follow old-fashioned rules. It would be better if you didn't wear this flashy but impractical armor."

Leah laughed, she took out a silver metal box from her windbreaker pocket, popped open the small round lid, and gently swung it to her mouth with her right hand.

A cigarette wrapped in white paper flew out and landed right next to the beautiful woman's mouth, and she held it in her mouth. She flexed her left index finger and a flame lit up from her fingertips.

Lighting a cigarette, Leah took a deep breath and leaned back. She opened her red lips slightly and blew out a few smoke rings.

Crown smelled a faint mint in the air.

"Guys over there, would you like a cigarette?" Leah raised the cigarette box in her hand.

Nick and the others shook their heads, while Jason took out a cigar and said, "I'll smoke this, it's more exciting."

After saying that, he took out a match and lit a cigar. The caravan was immediately filled with smoke and Nick coughed twice, somewhat uncomfortably.

After a while, Crown felt a sudden flash of light and the trailer drove out of the long underground passage.

The vehicle drove for another half an hour and suddenly accelerated. Sometimes everyone was almost thrown off by the bumps.

Leah grabbed a hanging rope and looked up at Nick: "Help pull down the rope on your side, we will raise the tarpaulin."

The two of them worked together to open the tarpaulin, allowing the sun to pour in and the wind to blow in to join in the fun.

"When we are in the wild, there are always some mindless beasts or monsters that may attack us, so we have to keep our vision wide open," the beautiful captain explained.

"Yohoo!" The man in the brown coat in the female captain's team stood up and howled excitedly.

He grabbed the welded iron frame of the car with one hand and took out a pistol with the other.

Occasionally, some mad wild beasts would rush out from the roadside, but they were all shot down by him with one shot.

When Crown saw the opponent's actions, he also became excited. It was a good idea to practice shooting on a speeding motorcycle.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Among the combat supplies received by the few people, each person was issued 30 rounds of pistol bullets and 10 rounds of rifle bullets. As new members, they also received a pistol and a carbine-like rifle.

He took out his pistol, which he hadn't used for a long time, loaded it and started shooting.

Crown tried aiming at the trees and shooting, and after finding that it also increased his proficiency, he began to let himself go, shooting continuously, then reloading and continuing shooting.

He aimed at the grass leaves and small branches in the distance, and his shooting skills began to improve little by little.

The bullets issued to Nick and others were not used by anyone, so he used them for practice.

"Hey, brother. I see you can't hit a wild beast for a long time, why don't you sell the bullet to me?" The man opposite has been observing Crown for a while.

"No, I'll use it for practice."

The man bared his teeth and cursed, "What a waste."

Klauen narrowed his eyes and looked at the other person, who glared back without showing any weakness.

"Don't mind it, my friends. Lucas is a spirit master. He may be a bit aggressive sometimes, but he doesn't mean any harm."

Liya smiled and explained, "Captain Nick, I didn't expect that some of your team members also use guns. You are such an open-minded captain. Many church pastors disdain guns."

The priest chuckled twice. He used to be dismissive of guns, but now his opinion has changed a little.

The main reason is that Fanny told him that the Warlock Brotherhood had recently developed a bullet with strong explosive power that could actually penetrate the muscle tissue of a werewolf. This bullet already posed a certain degree of threat to second-level transcendents.

After hearing what Leah said, Clown looked the man up and down more carefully.

"Kid, what are you looking at?" Lucas shouted angrily.

"Nothing, I just haven't seen a spirit master before, I'm just curious."

"I've never seen a spirit master before. Are you kidding me?" The look on Lucas's face immediately turned fierce. He felt that the other party was making fun of him.

Nick shouted, "Klauen is a warrior I brought from the remote town of Zak. He has never seen a spirit master. I can guarantee that."

"So that's how it is. This town is really remote. Lucas, calm down," Leah also stopped her team members.

. . . .

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the trailer stopped at the target area, and Crown felt a little unsatisfied.

[Shooting: 1901/5000; Level 3]

If you don't hold on tightly to a flying car, you may be thrown out. You can't practice with the carbine, and he only has six bullets left in his pistol. The good news is that his shooting proficiency has increased by more than 300 points.

Rhine City has an adequate supply of bullets, and when this mission is over, he plans to go back and push this skill to its limit.

Crown jumped off the trailer and looked at the desolate castle in the sunset land on the distant hill.

The setting sun was blocked by the castle's towering Gothic tower, and the mottled stone bricks were painted with scarlet blood.

It seemed as if there was a layer of fog covering the sky above the castle, making the shadows vague and unclear.

Nick jumped out of the car and pointed at the castle, saying, "That's our target for this investigation - Bran Castle, which was abandoned many years ago."

The city government chose this place as a settlement and sent a team from the Security Bureau to investigate. Of the five people, only the captain of the second-level extraordinary survived. "

Leah came over and said, "Let's set up camp first, discuss the action plan tonight, and start exploring tomorrow."

"Captain, I'm going to go out and look for some edible game," Lucas said, holding his gun.

"Go ahead," Leah waved her hand.

"Crown, do you want to go out and play?" asked the priest.

"That's exactly what I meant." Crown put down his backpack and bow and arrow, opened the backpack, and Fukin staggered out like a drunk and landed on his shoulder.

He picked up the star-patterned steel sword and carbine, shouldered the rifle bullet bag, and chose to leave in the opposite direction of Lucas.

For him, hunting is not the goal, but gaining proficiency is the real goal.

"Is he going to compete with Lucas?" Liya had a faint smile on her face. "Lucas's spirit control ability is very helpful for shooting. His shooting skills are among the best in the Seventh Precinct."

She glanced at the backpack items left by Liu Klauen: "He can also shoot arrows. He has a wide range of interests!"

"Your Excellency is very good at bows and shooting," Del said unconvinced.

"Captain Nick, how about having some fun and betting on who is stronger?"

"How do we bet?" Nick asked. He had not seen Crown use a gun many times, so he was not very sure, but he could not weaken the momentum of his own people.

"The winner is determined by quantity. Whoever has more prey will win. Lucas only picked up the edible prey. Your team members got a great advantage."

"What a coincidence. Clown will only bring back edible prey. We don't need to take advantage of you. What's the reward?"

"A little gambling for fun. I'll be the banker. Gold shields or spirit coins are fine. If you bet on Lucas to win, you'll get three to one. If you bet on your opponent to win, you'll get three to one. How about that? The cap is three gold spirit coins."

"I'll bet on Clown to win with a gold spirit coin," Nick took out a gold spirit coin and threw it to Leah.

"Great! The market is open, the market is open, is there anyone who wants to place a bet?"

"I bet on Lucas to win, twelve gold shields."

"I bet on Lucas to win, nine gold shields."

Lucas' teammates all bet on him to win. At this time, Jason stood up and said, "I'll join in the fun, three gold spirit coins, bet on Lucas to win."

"You want to win the priest's money back?" Liya raised her eyebrows and chuckled, "No problem, you won't lose, someone will win the money back."

Nick glanced at Del and said, "You have confidence in Crown, why don't you place a bet?"

"I have no money," Del said with shame on his face. He only had more than ten silver coins, which he left to Janice.

His voice was very low, but Leah still heard it. The beautiful captain burst out laughing: "Captain Nick doesn't care enough about his team members. They don't even have money for entertainment?!"

The priest took out two gold spirit coins and threw them to Del: "I'm lending them to you two. It's up to you whether you want to bet or not."

Del took the gold spirit coin, handed one to Nelson, and handed it to Leah: "I bet on Lord Clown to win."

He had a blind admiration and trust in Crown.

Nelson rubbed the golden spirit coin in his palm and glanced at the priest shyly.

He had carefully observed Crown's shooting skills. There were several times when wild beasts ran past the car not far away and lost their lives. On the other hand, Lucas never missed his target.

Liya took the gold spirit coin and shouted, "Hey, you're the only one left, do you want to join in?"

Nelson gritted his teeth and walked forward, whispering, "I bet ten gold shields on Lucas to win."

"Good, you have good taste." Leah's smile widened, and Nick's face turned a little pale.

"Bang", "Bang", "Quack"

Intermittent gunshots and the cries of crows were heard, and the people next to the trailer built a bonfire, and wisps of smoke rose.

Nick clenched his fists unconsciously as he heard the more frequent gunfire coming from the direction where Crown had left.

As the sun began to sink below the horizon, Lucas walked back. His teammates quickly surrounded him and took away the two turtledoves hanging around his neck and the gray rabbit in his hand.

"What's going on today?" he said, flattered.

"Boy, when we win the money, we'll treat you to a drink."

"What, what are you betting with me?" Lucas understood immediately. The investigator's job is to deal with various monsters and evil spirits, and the casualty rate is not low. People usually do some entertainment activities to relieve stress.

"Lucas harvested three prey without deformities," Leah shouted.

"Quack", "Bang bang", birds singing and gunshots could still be heard in the distance.

The trailer's tarpaulin was pulled up, and six oil lamps were lit on the front and sides of the vehicle. A circle of insect repellent powder was sprinkled around the vehicle.

Along this circle, there are also six oil lamps placed to dispel the gray fog at night.

Outside the car, each team built two tents.

Krahn returned to the camp as the sun set. When Del saw him, he immediately rushed over to him. The small town blacksmith had never owed so much debt to anyone. If he lost, he didn't know how long it would take to pay it off.

I will update one chapter first, and another chapter in 4K will be uploaded later, probably before eight o'clock.

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