Treve Moran, the subordinate organization of the Imperial Royal Demon Hunting Group Intelligence Group, the highest commander of the Supernatural Investigation Section code-named Demon Eye Brigade.

A blonde and blue-eyed playboy who always smiles when speaking.

The upper exile sequence of the demon hunter.

At the same time, he is also Celia Finley's far-reaching cousin.

After flirting with a female student assigned to the investigation team, she looked up and saw Cole standing in front of the table, smiled, pointed to the chair and said, "Sit down, do you need to drink water?"

"Thank you, no need."

Treve got up and picked up the kettle, the sound of the water flowing was particularly harsh in the quiet room, "Celia mentioned you, it seemed that some unpleasantness had happened between you.

Haha, you don’t have to care about that stupid woman. All students’ allocations are made uniformly by the top. If she offended you, I will apologize to you here for her.”

Holding the cup, she sat back on the leather chair.

Take out a document with a seal from the drawer, handed it to Cole, and smiled, "From now on, you will be a member of the Demon Eye Team. I hope we can get along well in the future."

Cole held the document in his hand and said indifferently, "Celia is a good girl. No one will really be angry with her. You don't have to apologize."

"Yeah?"

Putting the documents in his coat, Cole was about to get up and leave.

Treve smiled and reminded, "Don't forget to report to Corey, the internship starts today."

Without responding, Cole left the room.

The other students who were assigned to the intelligence team were all stern and had bitter faces and drooping their heads.

Even if they are willing to laugh at Cole, who is not a bad luck if they can stand here.

At this moment, all I thought about was whether I could live safely until the beginning of spring next year.

Walking on the road.

Cole's heart was not in a state of turmoil, and even felt it was a bit ridiculous.

Treve Moran's smiling sissy, do you really think he is the little kid in the academy who can be fooled by just giving a candy?

Apologize?

Unified distribution?

Haha, if all these are true, the ones who come to pick him up now should be Penny Thranda and her Razor Squad.

But none of these are the problems for him.

The Demon Eye Brigade, full name of the Supernatural Investigation Department obtains the code name of the Demon Eye Special Operations Team for supernatural disaster information, one of the many brigades of the Supernatural Investigation Department.

Treve Moran leads directly.

It is also the branch with the highest risk factor in the intelligence group.

Compared to those dark creatures that can be seen and touched, the unknown is the real fear faced by human beings.

After separating him here, Celia's idea of ​​not being able to survive tonight was obvious.

The headquarters of the Imperial Royal Demon Hunting Group is an old building with a strong religious color, reliefs, columns and domes.

It is like a huge imperial palace, located in the north of the imperial capital, only one intersection away from the Demon Hunter Academy.

With the registration certificate, I found the Supernatural Investigation Department.

He was received by a short and cute girl with round glasses, a pair of ponytails.

That freckled face seemed to be able to keep a smile all the time.

"Well... Cole Walker, the new intern of the Magic Eyes Team? Walk through the corridor, turn right, and the third room on your left is their office."

After telling Cole's address, she pushed the frame and smiled, "I hope I will see you who are alive the morning after tomorrow, go in."

The office door was not locked, and Cole knocked on the door and walked in.

There were four men and one woman sitting inside, all of whom were busy with their own affairs.

Cole took off his hat and held the registration certificate in his hand and said, "Cole Walker, Chief Treve asked me to come here to report."

No one will feel the feeling of a newcomer, not to mention that some people have specifically reminded them that some people will die in the next task of taking action.

Who would be happy to have a relationship with a dead person?

After Cole finished speaking, he only received the cold response from the woman.

"The action begins twenty minutes later. I hope you don't drag us down, newcomers."

If it were other newcomers who joined a team for the first time, no matter how they were treated, they would actively show weakness and then seek integration, which would be the best choice to save their lives in the next task.

Be more proactive, such as if you are hot-faced and cold-butt-spoken, you don’t feel embarrassed at all, and start introducing yourself on the spot, or introduce yourself to the seniors of the Demon Eye Team one by one, begging to gain the favor of one of them and then get some care.

Even if you are still neglected or sarcastic.

In order to save his life, even if he is angry, he has to lick his face and smile.

As for Cole...

He put the registration certificate back into his coat pocket, found a leather chair that looked quite soft, and pulled it out from under the table.

The harsh friction sounds made by the feet of the chair and the floor are particularly eye-catching.

Throw it gently.

The black top hat drew an elegant arc in the air and hung it accurately on the clothes hanger.

Then sit down heavily, raise your legs and put them on the table.

Take out his favorite metal flip windproof lighter, light a cigarette, take a deep breath, the choking smoke is brought into the noses of five people by the breeze that passes through the corridor.

"Ahem..."

Kerr's behavior is not like a newcomer who is just a newcomer. Those who don't know think that the highest commander of the Demon Eye Team has returned.

He could even take out the cigarette box and smile at the five people with a gray face and said, "Does anyone want one?"

One of the tall and thin men with deep eye sockets said angrily, "Newbie, who asked you to sit in Captain Moran's position?"

Another strong man covered in tendon flesh sneered and said, "Forget it, Jeff, since he likes to sit, let him sit there, after all...hehe."

If violence is not for the purpose of filling a cup, it will be meaningless.

Cole always believed in this sentence.

With the idea that someone must be beaten first today, I got up, put one hand in my pocket and walked to the edge of the strong muscular man's table, holding a cigarette in his mouth, frowned and knocked on the table, then hooked his hand, signaling him to give the thing.

The strong man looked up at him with a cold face, and said in a bad tone, "What's the matter?"

Exhale gently.

The smoke was like a blue cotton brushing across his face.

Suddenly.

This calm-looking guy had an instant blush of rage veins on his forehead.

Cole said indifferently, "Give me a mission briefing."

"The fuck you!"

The strong man slapped the table and stood up suddenly.

Looking at Cole, who was half a head shorter than him, he took his fist back several times.

Then he pointed to Cole's nose, suppressed his anger and said, "You are lucky this time, a newcomer."

He picked up a document and threw it to him, picked up the flat iron bottle of whiskey on the table, and walked out angrily.

"Tsk."

The sturdy back who had already walked to the door was because he heard the disdainful voice coming from behind.

Almost didn't breathe.

He stiffened at the door for two seconds before he slammed the door and left.

The other four people remained silent, but their eyes were no different from those who looked at Cole.

If Grant doesn't beat him up, he must be worried about sending him to the hospital so that the kid can escape.

For Cole.

In a sense, he just looked at these five people very unhappy, especially their immediate boss was still a sissy, so he just wanted to beat them up with a fist of justice.

Can't learn it well.
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