PS: The sick leave note is useless... 4,000 more... WTF!
PS2: I didn’t write much attentively, so I continued to push the plot. That’s it.
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"Captain Nochakin, do you want to drink some water and take a rest?"
Wei Jie'er was embarrassed by the relationship between subordinates: "No...no need... Also, my face is really that bad now?"
The two sheriffs looked at each other for a moment: "It has not been better in the past two months."
"Is that true..." Wei Jie'er suddenly had a strong urge to cover her forehead and face.
At this moment, one of the sheriffs beside her suddenly shouted: "Hey! The kids over there! Wait for me!"
Wei Jie'er quickly turned her head to look, but only saw a thin figure rushing into the alley.
"Damn... These people in Wenning District clearly said that there was a curfew and were still coming out at night. Forget it, don't chase after him." Wei Jie'er stopped the subordinates who were just a child's size. She couldn't be a corpse demon. She estimated that there should be other patrol officers in the direction the boy was heading, so there was no need to worry about his safety.
"We still have our mission, let's continue."
Wei Jie'er was slightly excited. When she thought that she might have caught the corpse demon today, she was a little excited. The fatigue in her body felt like she had disappeared and she couldn't feel it.
"Captain Nochakin, would you really be useful if you say that we suddenly change the patrol route like this?"
According to Suzu's instructions, it was not until the patrol team set out that Wei Jie'er suddenly selected nearly 60 sheriffs whom she thought were the most reliable and replaced them with monks. Then she told them openly that they would rest today and wait until the patrol team set out before they told them the truth.
Because Wei Jie'er, who was tired, said personally that she wanted Lamberts to take over her patrol command position, neither the patrol officer nor the new sword-holding monk felt suspicious.
"Don't worry..." Wei Jie'er smiled, "If that guy couldn't catch the corpse demon, I wouldn't have thought of..."
“Beebeep--!”
Just as Wei Jie'er's lips opened and closed, a shrill whistle suddenly cut through the silence of the night.
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James held up the sword in his hand tremblingly, and in front of him, the captain who had just blown the sirens had fallen into a pool of blood.
A huge gap was split on the neck of the corpse, and the blood flowing out melted the ice and snow. The faint white air spreading was mixed with the unique fishy smell of blood.
His friend, Odd, covered his chopped right leg, knelt behind him and gasped desperately, while another sheriff had escaped from the alley. The harsh sirens outside the alley indicated his existence.
James held the sword in his hand hard, and if he didn't do so, he didn't even think he could lift it over his chest.
This is the first time James has witnessed the full picture of the corpse-breaking demon. Although he had bragged to Odd before he really met him that if he really met him, he would use his sword to let the other party taste the power of the number one swordsman in the lower-level security officer of the security team. But when he was really facing the opponent, James realized how difficult it was to raise his long sword against such a murderer who could kill his captain in an instant.
God knows that he is just a first-level swordsman! The team leader who was killed by an axe without even reacting much is still a mid-level swordsman!
The tall masked man spun the axe in his hand casually. He didn't know whether to say murderous intent or the casual attitude of killing people was like walking, which made James breathing hard.
"I was disturbed... I was disturbed by you ants. The banquet I gave to God..."
The man muttered nervously and raised the axe in his hand: "I will make you pay the price, I swear."
"You should pay the price!"
With the angry words, the golden red flame light from the sky tore through the night sky. The man couldn't open his eyes by the dazzling fire. He subconsciously covered it with his hands, but he saved his life.
"Tsk!" The golden long sword tore a huge wound on the murderer's arm, "Is the Demon Swordsman..."
The murderer turned around and fled into the shadow of the alley behind him without hesitation.
"You can't escape!" Wei Jie'er, who shaking the flame wings behind her, turned into a golden red flowing flame and chased the murderer's back.
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One by one, one by one, the two of them instantly crossed the winding streets and alleys under the night, and Wei Jie'er became more and more surprised as she chased her.
"...so fast!" Even though the magic sword technique was used to increase the movement ability, Wei Jie'er still couldn't keep up with the opponent's pace.
In particular, the other party seemed to have discovered Wei Jie'er's weakness in controlling fire wings, and kept changing the route of travel in the twisty alleys. Several times Wei Jie'er rushed over and chased the other party's figure.
However, Su Zuo's design played a role, and the ordinary sheriff might not be able to stop him, but this movement was almost all gathering in the direction of Wei Jie'er. Even if he was temporarily chased, Wei Jie'er could still catch the murderer's feet again under the prompt whistle.
"Damn it...if it's normal..."
Wei Jieer once again chased her and lost her. She floated in the sky. She wielded her wings with her flames and bit her teeth hard. If it were normal, the other party's design would not have trouble her, but the impact of staying up late on her for a long time was gradually revealed, and slowing down her reaction speed was a very important point.
"Where did you go..."
At this moment, an incandescent sword light suddenly tore through the sky in Wenning District.
Wei Jie'er, who was hovering at a low altitude, immediately discovered the sword light: "That is... Holy Sword Technique!?"
"Are they from the Order? What did they encounter? Why didn't they blew the whistle?!"
Wei Jie'er waved her fire wings and rushed towards the source of the sword light, but at the same time, her doubts continued to deepen.
After rushing to the scene, the scene that witnessed made Wei Jieer froze in the air.
Noting the movement in the sky behind him, the executor of the sect, Monk Lamberts, covered the wound on his left hand and slowly turned around in the dark alley. On the pale and handsome face, he looked quite annoyed: "Damn it, he ran away."
"Why are you the only one..." Wei Jie'er bit her lip and suppressed the bad doubts in her heart, "Where are the others in the team?"
Lamberts's expression didn't seem to be fake: "The patrol staff is insufficient, right? I think if it were me, there would be no problem patrolling alone. But I didn't expect that the other party was so strong that he was injured by his left hand in the moment of the fight, and he couldn't stop him."
Wei Jie'er looked at Lamberts with an obscure expression, and she had a premonition that this night might end here.