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Faced with the boy's question, Nick replied seriously, "Theoretically, there are only humans, but in reality, well..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but instead gave a meaningful, slight smile.

Zhu Mingyao nodded knowingly, indicating that he understood. What is not allowed in principle is actually allowed, and what is allowed in principle is actually not allowed.

I've seen this kind of rhetoric countless times in my past life. It's true that all bureaucratic institutions in the world are the same.

"As long as they abide by the relevant regulations of the Federation, outcasts can also join the official ranks. It's not just small fry like me; there are even those who serve as senior advisors..."

Seemingly seeing that the boy didn't seem to care much about his alien identity, the werewolf Ero boldly approached and cautiously added a comment.

"By the way! You came to our aid very quickly. Did you use some high-level secret treasure to fly all the way from Luo City?"

There have been rumors that the Special Investigation Bureau possesses a treasure that allows for long-range spatial teleportation. Could it be true? Could you tell me about it? Suddenly remembering this, Zhu Mingyao's eyes lit up, and he asked with a gossipy look on his face.

To be able to transport someone from Los Angeles to this place in such a short time, traversing nearly a thousand kilometers, even the natal magic weapon of an ancient immortal could not compare! The Federation government is indeed incredibly wealthy! I must make a killing this time.

To his surprise, the three men, including Nick, were all taken aback and asked in bewilderment:

What do you mean by "support"?

"Hmm? Didn't you receive a distress call from Charles and his group and come here specifically to help?"

Seeing their bewildered expressions, Zhu Mingyao felt slightly disappointed and realized he might have misunderstood something. So he quickly and simply explained the whole story.

"So that's how it is. You voluntarily risked your life to come alone to rescue me. You...you are truly a noble and righteous person!"

"Is this what you Asians often call a samurai... or a 'chivalrous knight-errant'?" Nick couldn't help but look at the young consultant he was meeting for the first time with newfound respect and said with some admiration.

Ignoring the stereotypes and misattributions about Asians in the other person's words, Zhu Mingyao narrowed his eyes and said with a suspicious look:

"If you don't know what happened here, how come you suddenly appeared at the scene?"

Nick and his two companions exchanged glances, cleared their throats, and explained with a flicker in their eyes:

"We just happened to be passing by while carrying out other missions..."

"Do I look like a fool?" Zhu Mingyao frowned, directly pointing out the flaw in Nick's words:

"You just said that because my skin color is similar to that of Native Americans, you mistook me for a target. This shows that you were not unaware of the situation, but rather that you came for him from the beginning!"

Nick was speechless and embarrassed after the boy pointed out his mistake, not knowing how to respond for a moment.

"Alright, I told you you couldn't make up a lie!"

The woman in black, Teresa, rolled her eyes at her cousin, tossed her stylish short hair, and took over the conversation.

"Let me be frank, this was a private operation, without the approval of our superiors."

For some reason, after learning about the case here, Nick secretly retrieved the relevant information, intending to hunt down the killer on his own. Ero and I were worried, so we followed him here, only to run into you. The truth is that simple!

Having had his secrets completely exposed by his cousin, Nick decided to stop hiding them altogether. He said indignantly:

"After I learned the news, when I communicated with the department, guess what they said?"

Don't worry, the higher-ups have already sent people there, and it will be resolved soon. You should stay in Portland and continue investigating the case at hand.

That nonchalant attitude is simply outrageous!

When he got angry, he stomped his foot heavily, and his specially made combat boots with steel plates crushed several stones into dust.

"These damned bureaucrats! The victim was Hank's brother, and they treated such an important case like a training exercise for newcomers. Don't they have any humanity at all?"

"Hank Griffin, another member of our team, he and Nick are old partners. One of the sheriffs who died in this case was his brother." The werewolf Ero covered his mouth with his hand and quietly explained to Zhu Mingyao.

Zhu Mingyao thought for a moment and remembered that the black police chief who was killed by Quinn in the police station seemed to have the surname Griffin. So that's how it was.

It's truly a coincidence. He sighed to himself. If Nick and his group hadn't arrived just in time, he probably wouldn't have been able to rescue the people so easily, let alone wipe out the enemy.

I should thank them.

On the other hand, without their help, they might not have been able to deal with Quinn and his two companions so cleanly and efficiently. After all, before setting off, no one expected the Bob brothers to betray them at the last minute, and that the criminals had recruited a group of deformed monsters as accomplices...

Thinking of this, Zhu Mingyao recalled information from movies and TV shows from his previous life and, in a speculative tone, told Nick and the others his judgment about the deformed monster.

Upon hearing his description, the Demon Hunter team, who had initially lowered their guard, became wary again. They had also seen the corpses in the mine tunnels when they arrived, initially assuming they were simply henchmen summoned from outside by the criminal. Now it seemed they were native monsters hiding in the local mountains.

The three immediately demonstrated a level of responsibility far exceeding that of ordinary civil servants, stating that they would search again to ensure no one escaped.

After a brief discussion, the four decided to split into two groups. Zhu Mingyao and the perceptive werewolf Ero would go to search, while Nick and Teresa would use their special communicators to contact the outside world and then transport the wounded to the ground to await rescue.

"Everyone wait a moment, before we set off..."

Zhu Mingyao raised his peach wood staff and pointed it towards the center of the cave, "Destroy that first!"

Following his gaze, everyone saw that the large obsidian altar still stood there quietly, except for the black and red fleshy tentacles extending from below, which had withered on their own, lying limply on the ground like dried-up vines.

At this moment, the eerie purple flames hanging above, having lost their source of energy after Quinn's death, gradually went out.

Zhu Mingyao casually cast two [Flying Light] spells, which transformed into two bowl-sized balls of bright light, illuminating the cave as if it were daytime.

Bright light shone on the black altar, refracting a glassy sheen, through which one could vaguely see crimson lines that resembled human blood vessels.

Even though it looked like just an inanimate object, Zhu Mingyao didn't dare forget the sacrifice object that the wizard Quinn had mentioned earlier, whether it was real or not.

Regardless of whether that so-called "master of life" actually exists or not, smashing this thing first is always the right thing to do!

Chapter 110 Green (Part 1)

Although the obsidian altar was relatively sturdy, it did not last long against several extraordinary individuals, each with their own unique abilities, and soon turned into a pile of rubble.

Gazing at the dark red stone egg exposed in the center of the altar, the four men solemnly examined it carefully using various methods.

Once they determined that it was merely the victim's extracted blood essence and contained no power from any so-called evil god or demon, the three members of the [Witcher] team lost interest in it.

Nick and Teresa, the siblings, are clearly supernatural beings like witchers. Those evil-attributed things are useless to them. Although Ero is a werewolf, he doesn't follow the path of devouring human blood.

As the only professional spellcaster in the temporary team, the fist-sized stone naturally ended up in Zhu Mingyao's hands.

"This is yours, and the things on those two are mine, it's a deal!" Theresa shoved the stone pebble at him, then skipped over to the Bob brothers' bodies to continue searching, as if afraid Zhu Mingyao would change his mind.

Good heavens, I've met my match today!

Normally I'm the one who loots everything after defeating a monster, but today someone else beat me to it! Turns out this was a loot dumpling, and this girl is clearly a pro at looting gear!

Feeling slightly annoyed that his area of ​​expertise had been surpassed by the girl, the boy turned around and searched along the mine tunnel with the werewolf Ero, hoping to find a few remaining deformed monsters to make up for the loss.

……

After searching around for a long time, the two men found no survivors, except for a few traces left by the deformed people, confirming that they had been living there for many years.

Even though there was nothing of value to be gained, the few old clothes and worn-out shoes found still solved a mystery in Zhu Mingyao's mind.

—The clothes and shoes were exactly the same as those worn by the murderer Quinn.

It appears that the Native American shaman Quinn lived here before his first arrest.

In other words, the place where the police found him was just the scene of the crime; this was his lair. No wonder the freaks were so subservient to him; they must have been subdued some time ago.

Even though he didn't get any extra benefits, Zhu Mingyao was still in a good mood. He had just taken a moment to secretly check the system notifications, and the strings of reward numbers flashing with golden light made him dizzy and his lips couldn't help but curl upwards.

Kill one Shaman/Demon Priest, reward 450 Karma Points

Kill one voodoo sorcerer, reward 350 Karma Points

Kill one voodoo warrior, reward 300 Karma Points

Kill 6 radiation-mutated humans, reward with Causality Points...

Slay 12 ferocious beast spirits, reward...

Saving the innocent...

Haha, I'm rich! I'm rich!

Making a fortune in every sense of the word! Not only did he acquire several large experience packs, but he also picked up a bunch of valuable items from the official store. And when he got back, Charles even promised to let him go to the Special Investigations Bureau's warehouse to choose an item as a reward—a triple win!

and many more!

Zhu Mingyao touched his lips; the soft touch and faint fragrance seemed to still linger there.

...Hmm, it should be four ways to eat it!

He savored the feeling at that moment, his thoughts drifting far away, and he felt much lighter as he walked.

"The breath of spring..."

"What are you talking about?"

Werewolf Ero's ears perked up, his round eyes widened, and he leaned his head to the side. It turned out that Zhu Mingyao had thought of something amusing and had involuntarily muttered something aloud.

"Oh, I didn't say anything. I meant that spring is here, and it's the season when everything comes back to life..."

"Hmm, Mr. Ero, your fur color is quite unique, it seems different from other werewolves, although I've only ever seen live werewolves in the encyclopedia..."

After giving a few perfunctory replies, Zhu Mingyao smoothly steered the conversation towards Ero.

"You mean the color of your fur? Oh, as a major race among the outcasts, werewolves also have many branches. I belong to one of the subspecies, the Blood Werewolf, who is said to have been born from the magic of ancient vampires..."

But don't worry, I've never drunk blood. I much prefer tinkering with intricate machinery and alchemical artifacts to those foul-smelling things..."

Upon hearing Zhu Mingyao's question, Ero launched into a long and enthusiastic explanation.

"My fiancée, Rosanne, is also an anomaly with non-human blood; her ancestors came from Asia..."

...You like food? Roxanne is very good at making Asian cuisine, you'll definitely have a lot in common...

"The hunting instinct of werewolves? Oh, you must be joking. What era are we living in? Technology and knowledge are everything. I'm not bragging, I almost got into Golden State Tech back in the day..."

I'm quite satisfied with my current life. The Special Investigation Bureau found some information on a supernatural profession called "Magecraft Master," but it's very incomplete, and I don't understand it very well..."

"...Why not sort by numbers? Let me tell you, in the official hierarchy, only the most elite combat teams can have unique titles, so we named it after Captain Nick's extraordinary profession, the Witcher..."

It's normal that you haven't heard of us. We're responsible for several states in the northern part of the West Coast, and we're stationed in Portland most of the year. We only come to the Los Angeles branch occasionally..."

Perhaps he was able to maintain his composure when they first met, but now that they've gotten a bit more familiar, Ero has revealed his talkative and outgoing nature. With Zhu Mingyao's enthusiastic encouragement and guidance, he soon spilled out his entire situation like beans from a bamboo tube.

When they returned to the cave, the two looked just like old friends who could talk about anything.

"You guys came back just in time, and you seemed to be having a great time chatting," Theresa said, pouting slightly as she watched her teammates chatting animatedly.

"Nick and I just carried the wounded agents out..."

Hearing his companion's complaint, Ero shrank back and quickly said with a forced smile, "Sorry, sorry, Theresa, leave the rest to me."

With a muffled roar, he transformed back into his half-human, half-wolf fighting form. Ignoring the filth, he hoisted the corpses of Quinn and the Bob brothers onto his shoulder and dashed off toward the mine exit.