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Chapter 155 Feather

New York, outskirts.

In front of Mary Shaw's wooden house.

Several BSI agents are carrying out the final task outside the wooden house.

"Have you heard of it?"

"It is said that the cause of the whole incident was because of the soul-summoning ceremony taken by several YouTube..."

Behind them, a yellow guard belt surrounded the entire wooden house.

Although the evil spirit that summoned the soul has been expelled by Amanda and others, BSI obviously did not relax its vigilance. Since the evil spirits can be successfully attracted to such a big deal, it almost brought the New York police, the FBI and the BSI departments to avenge the blame. Who knows if there will be a second accident?

Therefore, for safety reasons.

The guards arranged by the BSI are responsible for guarding some irrelevant people to break into Mary Shaw's wooden house, causing problems like the five puppets in the BSI before.

When he completed the negotiation with the owner of the wooden house in the sanatorium, Mary Xiao, who was still alive, he would directly demolish the wooden house.

"Agent Week, even injured in action."

"When will we be able to get into supernatural cases like Agent Zhou and his team."

After taking a bored look at the unchanging scene around him, a BSI agent couldn't help but complain.

Many of them joined the BSI for supernatural cases. However, in addition to listening to others telling sensational supernatural cases, the actual number of people they come into contact with is just ordinary religious homicide cases, which is the closest thing to supernatural cases.

It is actually now, responsible for guarding Mary Shaw's wooden house.

"If I can, I would rather be just an ordinary BSI agent like this now than dealing with supernatural cases at all times like Agent Zhou and his team."

Of course, not everyone is eager for the emergence of supernatural cases with complaining BSI agents at a glance.

Many of them have clear consciousness understand in their hearts that supernatural cases are not so easy to deal with, and that such strange cases are far more dangerous than ordinary homicide cases.

The "Wolf Girl" case in Texas, the bloody examples of the police in the town who died were right in front of them, and they were constantly reminding the BSI agent of the dangers of supernatural cases.

"So that's the case, why are you going to BSI?"

“BSI is currently the best salary and benefits among all federal departments.”

At the confused gaze beside BSI and expressed his hope that everything would be stable, BSI shrugged and gave an irrefutable reason.

Indeed, as a newly established special department.

BSI can recruit a large number of agents in a short period of time.

In addition to the support of administrative orders, generous salary conditions are naturally indispensable.

Compared with the FBI, which has not increased its salary for many years, BSI's excellent salary is a great attraction to ordinary agents.

Attracted by generous subsidies and benefits, many FBI agents turned to the BSI's arms.

To this end, the FBI department commander also had more than one BSI commander.

However, the choices of these FBI agents cannot be changed.

After all, for those under-level agents, the identity halo of FBI agents is not as useful as the salary they earn.

Although they are FBI, they also need ordinary people who are troubled by daily living, such as food, rice, oil and salt.

...

In front of Mary Shaw's wooden house, there are several BSI topics that extend from paranormal cases to salary issues in federal departments.

Smack-

Suddenly, a dull footsteps sounded.

After interrupting these BSI words, they looked at each other when they heard the footsteps coming, and the expression on their faces immediately became a little alert.

Although many of these agents who joined the BSI came for the generous salary and benefits of the department.

But this does not affect their own excellent federal police force. Although BSI needs police force to fill it, it is not as hungry as if it is hungry.

After all, what they have to face is a supernatural case that is more dangerous than ordinary homicides.

Without excellent agents as support, in the face of these supernatural cases, the existence of BSI is not an investigation but a death.

Putting his hand on the gun at his waist, a BSI agent looked at the direction of the footsteps.

Under his eyes, a fat figure in a tuxedo and a top hat limped over with a cane.

The originally elegant tuxedo became extremely tight under the fat body of the figure. As the figure approached, the BSI agent saw clearly the other person's appearance. This was a fat middle-aged man with a mustache, and he looked like a character in a comic drama.

Although the figure looked very funny, BSI did not relax his vigilance because of this.

Seeing that the other party was getting closer, BSI decisively took out his pistol and pointed it at him.

At the same time, he spoke out a warning: "Stop, this is not something you can get close to. If you continue to get closer, don't blame me for shooting!"

Hearing the warning from the BSI agent, the fat figure stopped his steps.

The eyes under the hat swept across the BSI agent in front of the wooden house, and a meaningful expression flashed across the fat face of his figure.

Then he raised his hands and said in a surrender posture.

"Sorry, officer, I have no malice. I am just an old acquaintance with the owner of this house. I finally learned about the other party's news, so I rushed over immediately."

Looking at the figure in front of him, several BSI agents looked at each other, but did not put down the muzzle in their hands but continued to interrogate.

"You said you knew the owner of the house here, so what can you prove it."

"prove?"

Hearing the BSI agent's questioning, a strange smile appeared on the fat man's face under his top hat.

The hands that were originally raised began to be lowered, and as the BSI agents looked at each other, they gently tapped the crutch in their hands to the ground.

"Don't move, you want..."

Aware of the obese man's actions, a BSI agent immediately warned him to pull the trigger in his hand.

"Ahem, ahem..."

However, the next second, a violent cough interrupted his movements.

Accompanied by the BSI agent's cough, a large number of colorful feathers emerged from his mouth, and then not only the BSI agents around him seemed to make violent coughs.

In the continuous painful cough, these BSIs are not only in the mouth, but also in the pores of the body.

"Look, this is not proof."

In front of the wooden house, looking at the BSI agents with feathers constantly appearing on their bodies and expressing their painful expressions, the fat man grinned and exposed the sharp teeth in his mouth.
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