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“Let’s go, Mr. Milyo. We’ve already contacted headquarters. The rescue team is on its way. The wounded and the bodies of the targets have all been taken out. The remaining victims’ remains and scattered items will be cleaned up by follow-up personnel. We should leave now.”

Nick pulled out a piece of velvet cloth, wiped the bloodstains from moving the wounded, and greeted them politely.

He walked up to Zhu Mingyao, hesitated slightly, and then said seriously:

“Because of his race, Ero only has a few friends in the Special Investigations Bureau. He gets very happy when he sees someone who doesn’t care about his identity. I hope... you can show him some kindness, at least don’t hurt him.”

"Hehe." Understanding Nick's implication, the boy laughed heartily, "He's a simple, good person... well, a good wolf."

"I would be happy to have another friend like that."

Nick was overjoyed upon hearing this. He took out a water bottle, carefully washed away the remaining bloodstains on his hands, and then earnestly extended his hand.

"Now that you've become Ero's friend, you've also become a friend of the [Witcher] team. Introduce yourself again!"

Nick Burckhardt, or… by my family’s ancient surname—

Nick Green!

Chapter 111 Green (Part 2)

"Green, is it... the Green I'm thinking of?"

"Have some faith, my friend! There's no mistake, it's the Green you're thinking of!"

Sitting in the helicopter sent by the rescue team, watching the pilot carefully maneuver the aircraft through the complex and intertwined mountain ridges and valleys, Zhu Mingyao still had Nick's proud and arrogant expression on his face in his mind.

There's really no need to worry about others getting it wrong. When the surname Grimm is mentioned, people from all walks of life, both East and West, immediately think of the German brothers whose works are said to have sales second only to the Bible.

Thanks to the immense influence of their popular classic works, the surname Grimm, a common surname in Europe, has become a synonym for a specific person over the past century.

Snow White and Cinderella, the Frog Prince and Little Red Riding Hood, have been gently told by countless parents on countless days, accompanying countless children to sleep peacefully.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that wherever there is well water, there are poems by Liu Yong.

But who could have imagined that in this world where the extraordinary has never ceased to exist, this surname would represent some ancient glory and...

--strength!

According to Nick, their family possesses a special power that is adept at suppressing all supernatural beings, especially non-human beings. As a result, they have long suffered from the covetousness and hatred of the dark forces.

Therefore, partly for self-preservation and partly to pursue the mysteries of their bloodline, the ancestors of the Grimm family took up arms and embarked on the path of the extraordinary, fighting on the front lines of humanity's battle against dark monsters for hundreds of years, and once became one of the most legendary witcher families in Europe.

A significant portion of the stories in that famous collection of fairy tales were adapted from the personal experiences of their ancestors, and were not entirely fictional.

Because of the many enemies they made in their early years, even though they have now fallen into ruin and only have a few members left, the Green family is still a thorn in the side of certain dark creatures who wish to kill them as soon as possible.

So, just like his and his cousin Theresa's grandparents, the descendants of various branches of the family changed their surnames a hundred years ago to avoid disaster and traveled across the ocean to the New World to make a living.

Even now that the Green family has joined the Special Investigations Bureau and has the backing of the federal government, no longer fearing retaliation from their enemies, they still maintain their consistently low-key style, only revealing their real names when facing close friends.

Nick's candor stemmed not only from Zhu Mingyao's gentle attitude towards the werewolf Ero, but also from being moved by Ero's "noble qualities" in single-handedly rescuing those in distress, making him feel that the boy was a friend worth making closer.

After figuring this out, Zhu Mingyao felt both amused and exasperated:

My upright superhero persona was established so haphazardly?

But it's good, in case some blind fool thinks he can be deceived and tries to scheme against him based on his personality, he'll let them know the power of "idol collapse"!

—Don't let my youthful good looks, wealth, singing, dancing, rapping, and superb ball skills fool you, I can actually do anything in private!

At that time, this stark contrast of "cuteness" will probably shatter the worldview of those who are scheming against them.

As for Nick's revelation of his family background, after the initial shock, Zhu Mingyao actually found some related fragments from his long-forgotten memories.

Among the vast sea of ​​movies and TV shows from my past life, there seems to be a fantasy TV series named after Grimm, whose characters seem to bear some resemblance to Nick and his friends.

Back then, Zhu Mingyao was a miserable high school student in Zhongzhou Province, which was known as the king of exam papers. He struggled all day long in the sea of ​​books and questions, and his evening self-study sessions lasted until 8:30 every day.

It's already the limit if I can squeeze in a quick glance at a movie or TV show on the weekend; watching it from beginning to end is simply a pipe dream.

Furthermore, when he occasionally relaxes and unwinds, he only watches movies with dazzling special effects or outstanding plots, and he doesn't really know much about the specific story behind Nick and his friends.

However, their bloodline ability to break through all laws is not to be underestimated. In the battle, the various methods used by old Bob and the Indian wizard Quinn, whether it was ghostly fire or magical shields, were almost like paper in the hands of Nick and his sister. All kinds of vicious curses were just like a breeze.

Looking back now, their abilities, besides directly breaking spells, could mostly evade the detection of supernatural forces. The fact that their own ghost soldiers, who were lying in ambush in the mine tunnels, failed to discover Nick and his sister was probably due to this.

Such an innate talent, impervious to all magic, is truly enviable...

The cool mountain breeze playfully slipped in through the cracks in the helicopter window, brushing against Zhu Mingyao's face and interrupting his leisurely reverie.

He chuckled to himself, wondering why he was thinking about such trivial things.

Others have talent and bloodline, but I also have cheat codes and immortal techniques. I'm getting all the protagonist treatment, so why envy others!

This trip has truly broadened my horizons; there are so many heroes in the world!

This world is truly more magnificent and wonderful than I ever imagined.

Then let me walk forward step by step with determination, and fully appreciate the scenery that is different from my previous life!

……

The Special Investigations Bureau wields immense, albeit clandestine, power within the federal government, possessing virtually unparalleled influence. In order to carry out the rescue, they managed to find a way to transfer a Chinook equipped with emergency medical personnel from an air force base.

After leaving the mountains, the helicopter accelerated and flew in a straight line, passing through villages, roads, and rivers. It was only just dawn in the east when the group had returned to Phoenix, the state capital.

In an extremely high-end private hospital, Zhu Mingyao met Charles, who had just undergone surgery and was still asleep under anesthesia. Although his injuries were serious, he was fortunate to have been taken to the hospital in time and, with the help of the magical potion he had brought, was out of danger.

If it were an ordinary patient, a comminuted fracture of the arm and chest, plus severe lung damage, would basically be enough to render him unable to work for the rest of his life.

However, as a mid-level member of a special agency, Charles still retained some semblance of dignity, and the healing superhumans and items dispatched by the Los Angeles branch were probably already on their way.

Presumably, he will be able to return to his job after some time.

As for the promised extra compensation, since he made the promise in front of a large group of people, Zhu Mingyao wasn't afraid that the authorities would renege on their promise. He could just call Bai Ziyuan together later, use the Hualian Chamber of Commerce's name to negotiate again.

The only thing that made him slightly disappointed was not being able to see Michelle. For safety reasons, Ms. Lisa had taken the blonde beauty and fled to Rufeng early in the morning, and they were probably back in Golden State by now.

Zhu Mingyao was hoping that his newly minted loyal fangirl would give him some treats like yesterday, but now he has to give up.

Fortunately, before leaving, the blonde girl specifically asked the agent who stayed behind to pass him a note.

I glanced at the phone number above and the tiny heart I hastily drew with a ballpoint pen.

Zhu Mingyao chuckled to himself.

—There's potential!

Chapter 112 The Nun (Part 1)

After visiting the wounded, I found that the NPC uncle in charge of distributing mission rewards was unconscious, and the cute girl in charge of distributing benefits had vanished without a trace.

Feeling bored, Zhu Mingyao thought there was no point in staying any longer. After saying goodbye to Nick and the others, he prepared to pack up and head home.

This mission, originally planned by the Special Investigation Bureau to train new recruits, has been completely ruined by a series of unexpected developments. Just cleaning up the mess will probably take several days, and he doesn't want to just sit here waiting.

Compared to the deaths or injuries of the official personnel, he reaped a great harvest this time. He not only gained a lot of reward points, but also acquired a batch of valuable goods, and finally increased the favorability of a beautiful girl.

In a game, it would be like defeating every boss, smashing open every treasure chest, and incidentally creating side quests involving beautiful female teammates.

It should at least be rated as an S-level task completion, right?

It can be said that both her career and love life are flourishing.

At this moment, Nick Burckhardt was holding his phone, looking extremely annoyed as his boss berated him mercilessly on the other end of the line, a far cry from his imposing presence in battle.

When an important subordinate suddenly disappears without a word during a mission, running off to settle a personal grudge for his teammate, such a lack of organization and discipline would infuriate any superior. Giving him a good scolding is already a sign of respect given the prestigious reputation of the Green family.

Knowing he was in the wrong, the young demon hunter could only silently endure the barrage of questions from the other end of the phone.

Seeing his newly made friends about to leave, he couldn't spare a hand to see them off, but he still managed to whisper a few words to his teammates amidst his busy schedule.

Then the werewolf Ero jogged up to Zhu Mingyao, pulled him aside, covered his mouth, and whispered something in his ear.

After listening to a few words, the boy's eyes flickered, and he gave Nick a thumbs up. The two exchanged glances and nodded knowingly.

This guy seems carefree, but he's actually quite meticulous. He was worried that the Voodoo Cult in Jinzhou would have some trouble after Zhu Mingyao killed the Bob brothers, so he offered to take the blame.

Of course, this is just for external publicity; the actual rewards that the Special Investigation Bureau should provide will naturally be collected by the boy.

He's clear-headed and loyal, worth getting to know better. Zhu Mingyao secretly gave him a thumbs up.

After exchanging contact information with the werewolf Ero and agreeing to get together sometime, he turned to find the local manager to arrange a nice car to take him home.

—The federal rail system is terrible, and the ride is really unpleasant. We can't expect the heroes who saved lives to squeeze onto Greyhound buses, can we?

Yes, the sunrise today is quite beautiful; it must be a good omen!

As Zhu Mingyao walked out of the hospital, he looked at the colorful clouds on the horizon, touched the phone number left by the cute girl in his pocket, and thought to himself.

……

"A beautiful sunrise is a good omen..."

My dear old lady, have you noticed... a change in the atmosphere at the manor lately?

Wearing worn-out denim overalls with frayed seams, old York scratched his graying hair and glanced up at the colorful sunset.

He casually waved the large garden shears in his hand, roughly pruning a few dark green holly trees into a rough shape, then turned to his wife, who was wearing a black cloth butler's apron, and said thoughtfully.

"Even the flowers and plants in the courtyard seem more vibrant, much better than their wilted and half-dried state before."

He smacked his lips, licked his slightly loose and decaying back molars, and said thoughtfully:

"Perhaps the news from the mayor is true? Those people from the other day really were some kind of exorcists..."

He glanced at the tall, old house behind him and lowered his voice, "Have...it been completely resolved?"

"Don't worry about all that, just do your own job!" his wife, Mrs. Sarah, the housekeeper of Corinne Manor, scolded him sternly.

She brushed the bits of leaves and debris off her apron and picked up a large broom, handing it to her husband.

"Regardless of what others say, we'll stick to the old routine and finish cleaning quickly so we can leave before sunset."

"It's not noon yet, there's still plenty of time. If we wait a little longer, maybe more customers will come. It's always good to earn a little more tips..."

If you ask me, poverty is far more terrifying than ghosts or monsters...

The old man muttered to himself as he swept the cut branches and leaves into a pile.

"Drip! Drip!"

Just as Mrs. Sarah frowned, preparing to argue with her old man about which was more terrifying, the poor or the wicked, several extremely piercing car horns suddenly came from outside the manor gate.