Mystic Dominator

Chapter 102: harmonious morning

the next morning.

Ronald stood at the front desk of the Investigation Bureau, scratching his right ankle with the back of his left foot, reading the book he just borrowed from the second floor with peace of mind.

What happened when he came to work at the Bureau of Investigation today was similar to what he estimated last night.

With Patricia helping cover, the people in the Bureau of Investigation did not take the main credit for catching the cult warlock to themselves. I just followed common sense and Patricia's statement, and decided that this was a victory that was dominated by Patricia and supplemented by Ronald.

So this morning, as long as Nicole came over and complimented herself a few words, it was over.

Not even extra overtime pay.

As for why Ronald is standing in the foreground again...

It's still a commonplace question.

——The Bureau of Investigation is short of manpower.

Even law enforcement launched a raid on the cult warlock last night.

But I have to admit that there are still powerful guys in this group of cult warlocks. They can even successfully kill the raiders of the Bureau of Investigation and even escape from Burrenwich.

Very few in number, but they do exist.

And the result of this kind of thing is that the next front-line work will be more busy.

At about noon, the investigators who attended the funeral of their colleagues returned to the Bureau of Investigation.

Ronald wouldn't have this kind of free time to read slowly.

"Ugh......."

Thinking of this, Ronald couldn't help sighing.

The world of extra labor but no overtime pay is really unpleasant, especially when it is still squeezing one's reading time.

Such a time of lamenting and reading books at the same time.

It lasted more than an hour this morning.

When Ronald felt that the investigators were about to return, someone did come.

Snapped--

With the sound of pushing the door without hesitation, the door on the first floor was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

No one was seen, and a black thing was thrown in from outside.

"what......!?"

Ronald had seen this situation in his previous life.

With the physical fitness he got last night, he almost conditioned himself to lie down behind the desk at the front desk, pulling Nicole's sheet over his head along the way.

Boom—

The explosion in front of him sounded, and Ronald immediately heard crackling sounds from all over the hall.

zizizi——

Immediately, the sheets above the head blocking the body also made a sound of being corroded.

The movement of the liquid splashing all over the hall can be clearly heard.

Ronald shook off the corroded, pitted sheets and stood up from behind the front desk.

zizizi——

At a speed visible to the naked eye, the sheets that fell on the ground corroded and melted.

It soon turned into a pool of black residue.

At the same time, Ronald also saw the situation in the hall.

The door on the first floor of the Bureau of Investigation was closed, but the mess in the Bureau could not be seen on Long Beach Street.

But centered on a tattered corpse on the ground, the rancid acid splashed everywhere. No matter the walls, the floor, or the tables and chairs used for decoration in the hall, all were disfigured by this sudden attack.

"..."

Silently watching the scene in front of him, Ronald retracted his previous thoughts.

——Those cult warlocks are really ruthless.

Last night, the Bureau of Investigation launched a raid on them, and today the other party came to the Bureau of Investigation building to throw corpses and explode.

They are not worthy of the title of cult warlock.

But soon, Ronald couldn't care about feeling these things.

Because he clearly saw that the gate of the investigation bureau was also corroded by the acid liquid of this attack.

Not long ago, he also experienced what would happen if the door broke down...

This is not the time to continue standing guard at the front desk.

Bypassing the damaged front desk cabinet, Ronald directly planned to run to the second floor.

At this time, the engraver must be invited to repair the spell to prevent the existence of the Investigation Bureau from being discovered by outsiders.

However, Ronald stopped before he reached the stairs.

It's not that he doesn't want to go up.

Because there is nothing blocking it from the hall to the stairs.

Now the wooden steps leading to the second floor are tattered and tattered by the direct sputtering of the acid.

Just look at the stairs that are more miserable than briquettes...

Ronald knew in his heart that he had better not try.

But in fact, he doesn't need to worry alone.

Just as Ronald was about to go around the back stairs to the second floor, the voices of other investigators came from above:

"Why did the stairs become like this?"

"What happened on the first floor?"

Ronald replied immediately:

"Someone threw an exploding corpse in just now, and now the hall is in a mess."

"Inform Mr. Yakin that the gate should be repaired!"

"..."

Hearing Ronald's words, the investigator upstairs didn't respond immediately.

After a few seconds, he continued to ask:

"Where's the enemy?"

"Apart from throwing a corpse in, they didn't do anything else?"

Ronald continued to answer:

"They just threw a body, and no one else came in."

"..."

"You look at the hall first, and I'll call someone over."

"no problem."

As soon as you asked a question, someone would naturally inform the engraver.

Ronald also returned to the front desk.

Immediately, the dark scriptures appeared in the cuffs, and Ronald read in a voice so low that only he could hear:

"Its name is Styx,

The black water flowed down to the foot of the dark and precipitous cliff.

I stopped and stared attentively~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and saw that the swamp was full of people, covered with dirt,

They were all naked, as if their anger had not subsided..."

A black fog of anger condensed in his hands.

Ronald recalled the original text, and immediately alerted the surrounding situation.

Although it seemed that the cult warlock just threw a corpse bomb in, there was no guarantee that the other party would not attack again with a carbine.

At this moment, an investigator came out from the back of the first floor.

"What's going on here, there's such a big movement..."

"Moving..."

Looking at the miserable appearance in the hall, the anger in his mouth gradually turned into doubt.

Moved his gaze to Ronald's side.

No need for the other party to ask any questions, Ronald explained first:

"Just now someone suddenly threw an exploding corpse into the hall, and that's it."

The investigator on the first floor was also direct. He simply opened his mouth and continued to ask:

"What about the art at the door?"

"I just told the people on the second floor that Mr. Yakin will come down in a while."

"..."

"Ugh--"