Chapter 3: Ixton

On Highway 27, Zac leaned his head sideways and waved and smiled at the oncoming bicycle. ??? Bayi Chinese ★ Net www.81zw.com? The teenager on the bicycle looked at the front in confusion, until the two sides staggered, he hadn't remembered who this guy greeted him.
Zac pouted and retracted into the car. Is this teenager who worked in the post office before taking over from Matthew really suitable for this kind of memorable work? Good luck to him.
Dylan disdained Zac ’s deliberately distracting behavior and continued,
Mike said that in the battle of Exton, demons lost some, some were killed and some were deported to hell. The power that Laurie can use in is limited. The people who searched and rescued himself in are a bit overwhelmed, and it is impossible to allocate manpower to find Seth. "
Zac sighed, "What does Constantine say?"
Dylan shook his head. "He asked, Mike can only guarantee that he will respond to Crowley, and he can't make any promises at all. Seth can only rely on himself."
Zac was silent for a while and smiled. "Let us remain optimistic. Well, optimism is very important."
"Aren't you looking for Walter?" Dylan asked himself what he wanted to ask. As a necromancer who was released from Walter's jailbreak, he did remain optimistic.
There is bitterness in Zac's face, "Still, there can't be any promise, but we can try it."
"Go now." Dylan stared straight ahead.
Zac sighed and drove past the junction that should turn east, heading towards Exton. The vampire only took this as an explanation to Dylan, although he said to remain optimistic, but in fact, he was not optimistic at all. Walter's spirit calling is just a usage of his ability. His real ability is to shuttle between the world and bring people out, that is by the way!
It may be more appropriate to use the word ‘find’ in ‘zhao’.
If Seth can be found by Walter, an outsider who sneaks into hell, then Seth is really not alive.
Seth ’s only chance was to find the fallen angel power where Crowley was in a world that was completely different from the rules of this world in hell, through the ‘passage’ that they mastered. Bayi Chinese ?? ▲ www.8.11.w.com and then return to Patton. Otherwise, he would appear in front of any other demon, and his fate would be only one—perish.
Regardless of what Zac thought, in order to give Dylan a comfort that was not consoling, he decided to give it a try.
Exton in the morning sun has a kind of exotic style. The semi-finished house is plated with a touch of red gold. The horizontal line connecting the half-disclosed sun and the marked boundary. The incompletely shaped house sandwiches the road leading to the sea on both sides, as if it is a front station to another world.
This beautiful, can be said to be a strange picture, destroyed by police cars and police.
Zac's car didn't even enter Exton. Stopped in front of the sign that said the good expectations of the former Patton City, "Exton", and got off the bus.
"The scene of the case." An irritated policeman waved his hand and told Zac to leave. "Go away!"
"My friend lives here." Zack smiled politely.
"Name!" The other person pouted impatiently and took out the same thing as the logbook.
"Walter." Zac said with a smile.
The other party's finger slipped across the logbook. He found Walter's name and glanced at Zach. "Address!"
Zac honestly reported the address of the Walter family. Looked at the other person's helpless look. Apparently it was in line with his record. He threw out another form and pen, "register!"
Zac took the pen and paper, filled in the form, smiled, and asked, knowingly, "What's wrong here? Officer?" Zac's words were polite and gentle. Consider this police officer with dark circles, he probably stayed here for one night!
Do n’t forget, the Southern District gave birth to two big things yesterday, the fire in the nursing home. And Exton ’s, uh, a vicious fight? Uh, everyone understands. Think about how the police will deal with that first. There are a lot of treatment facilities provided by rich people-nursing homes, or constitute almost all unemployed wanderers of Exton. It looks very good choice.
The police officer glanced at Zac, too lazy to answer, and explained to himself, "Go directly to your friend and don't run around. ▲ Bayi? What shouldn't be done ... "He took the form that Zac had handed in, glanced at it, and closed his mouth.
This polite gentleman is Grand.
Yesterday morning, the time for their Southern District Police Chief to roar and curse in the office was proportional to the respect needed for this Mr. Grande.
"Mr. Grande!" The policeman's attitude became respectful. "I, I will send you in!"
Zac smiled and watched this change, as always with a false smile, "Oh, no need Mr., just call me Zac."
Exton's interior is a bit bad, and Zack can now understand why there is a process of identity verification and registration. The already ruined house is even more dilapidated, with broken wood and stones everywhere, and blood stains on the semi-collapsed walls ...
"Yeah, yesterday." The police officer with a big change of attitude walked in front of Zac. He seemed to want to explain the situation here, but he now, he could not say much, "There was a mass fighting incident here, uh, fighting event."
As if he himself is not sure whether such qualitative is correct.
"Oh." Zach looked around. "Is anyone injured?"
"A lot!" The policeman guarded Zac and turned towards Walter's direction. "Many homeless people have been affected, but Mr. Don't worry, they have been sent to hospital for treatment."
Zac raised his eyebrows, "That's it." Zac smiled with gratification, "It's just fine without death."
The policeman's face became strange, "Well ..." He hesitated, and he didn't continue to say it. After all, it was their police's business, and it was not even a hard-working "civilian" to worry about! "Well, yes, it's okay."
Zac nodded with a smile.
The bodies of the hunter and the demon container have their own power transfer, but no one can guarantee that no suspicious marks will be left by the police. This police officer's hesitation is probably here.
"Sir, it's here." The police officer took Zuck to Walter's front porch with great responsibility. "Do I need to be around?"
"No, thank you." Zac smiled and nodded in gratitude. "You should continue to go there, this one." Zac twitched his lips. "The range of 'fighting' seems to be very large, and it can't let idlers destroy Off the scene. "
"Yes!" The police officer finished. Frowning himself, his lips flicked, he didn't seem to have to accept Zac's order. Shaking his head, he trot towards the entrance to Exton. Continue to stand guard.
Zac didn't even knock on the door, and Voltra opened the door and pulled the vampire in.
"Why are you here again!" Walter stared at the vampire, glaring at Dylan floating next to him, ignoring it. "Don't hurry me! It takes time to analyze the sample! You have to give her time!"
Obviously Walter misunderstood the reason for Zac's coming.
Zac smiled and shook his head, looking at Walter's house. The curtains were all drawn, and the room was dark, but there were no candles on the dining room round table. This guy is obviously avoiding something, but not because of the spirit.
"Walter, I'm not that urgent yet." Zach approached the restaurant's round table very familiarly. "I'm here to ask you to help." Zac glanced at Dylan. "We are here to ask you to help."
Walter looked at Zac sitting at the round table, his face crossed. Obviously it is a matter of calling spirits. He looked at Dylan and couldn't think of how this guy who was jailbroken could be so kind to ask for his help. Walter stood at the round table, not meant to sit down. "Sorry, I'm closed. I haven't planned to go to recently! You're looking for someone!"
Zac looked at Walter, thought about it, and asked, "Crowley warned you?"
Walter sighed, "Yes. She said she has to do something recently. Let me not open the world barrier! Otherwise, next time she wants to fight someone, she won't deliberately protect my home!"
Dylan tried to speak and was stopped by Zac.
Crowley has explained to Zac about the special characteristics of hell, and Walter's crossing operation will disrupt the time distribution of hell. This is detrimental to Crowley's recall of the manpower lost in the battle with the hunters. Zac hadn't thought of it before, but now he is reminded, but he understands very well, and then explain it to Dylan. After all, in Zac's thoughts, Seth's real hope was Crowley.
right now. Zac wants to know other things, such as yesterday's hunter and demon battle, what is the situation.
"What did you see yesterday?" Zac waved his hand, and a "Let's talk" expression.
"Humph!" Walter glared at Zac. "I knew it! You must mix your hands with this kind of thing!" His leaky front teeth grunted. "I advise you to leave it alone! Benjamin will be transformed soon Well, these hunters! Although I do n’t know what happened, but I do n’t think they are easy to deal with! You Grande ’s best not to mess!

The transformed Alpha is the most powerful. It seems that at this time, it should also be the time when Grande is the most powerful! Alpha is full, plus a Toledo who can move freely in the sun!
But it is such a peculiar combination that this ‘most powerful’ has become Grande ’s weakest time! Can you imagine, happy to attack the vampires and werewolves of the enemy, on the halfway, suddenly seeing the other party is not pleasing to the scene, they fight first ...
"Walter." Zach shook his head helplessly. "Do you know why the hunters came?"
"I don't know!" Walter said impatiently, "I don't want to know!"
Zac could not care about Walter's good manners of seeing no manners and not listening, and shook his head with self-confidence.
Walt froze for a moment, then pouted, his eyes fluttering around his house, "What's with me!"
Zac smiled and looked at this guy with magical ability, "If you want to move, at least tell me how it was yesterday before leaving."
The omnipotent killing weapon is in Barton, still in the hands of Crowley, who is not in a good position. Barton is no longer calm, and all kinds of people will come to Barton.
What happened yesterday is no longer an accidental hunter against a demon, but will be the norm. Button completely lost the meaning of what was once an ideal hometown, and for people like Walter, it is no longer safe.
Wrong, this is true for all ‘people’. (To be continued.)