A New Character Every Month

"Hello."

Reaching out to not hit the smiling man, Hume also reached out to shake him, and then looked at the middle-aged man.

The old detective continued to introduce: "You should know this person, he is the key to handling this case..."

at this time.

Like a swift and fierce lion, the middle-aged man jumped up from the stool and came to Hume in an instant.

The right hand reaches out, grabs Hume's neck, and lifts him off the ground.

"You... are... a mutant..."

Hume kicked his feet wildly, and pulled the hand stuck on his neck with both hands, but it didn't have any effect.

This rough palm, which seemed to be only a little bigger than his hand, was firmly fixed on his neck like steel, making it difficult for him to breathe.

The middle-aged man covered his nose and complained, "Didn't anyone tell you that you have to wash yourself before you come to see me?"

Hume remembered the old detective's suggestion when he came here just now, and immediately knew that he had been tricked.

The person in front of him was undoubtedly a mutant, and he was also a mutant with a cruel temper, and the strong stench he emitted because he hadn't showered for a few days obviously angered him.

On the side, neither Deren nor the old detective had any obvious reaction after seeing this scene.

They watched with cold eyes, just like passers-by who have nothing to do with themselves.

"Damn...let go..."

Hume didn't want to apologize to the mutant in front of him, because he was right, not to mention that he was extremely discriminating against mutants.

If the gap between the offspring of the poor and the rich is huge, and the class they live in is difficult to cross, then the gap between ordinary people and mutants is even greater, and there will never be a chance to cross.

When he thought of these mutants who were blessed from birth but didn't cherish them well, he couldn't help feeling disgusted in his heart.

The slightly hateful eyes stared at the middle-aged man even more.

"I hate the look in your eyes."

The middle-aged man grabbed Hume in front of him and whispered softly in his ear.

Immediately he grinned ferociously, clenched his fist and punched out.

Before Hume could recall the meaning of this sentence, he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, as if his internal organs were twisted into a ball.

Plop.

He was thrown to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The middle-aged man sneered and said, "I will come to you again in a few days. If I see this look again, I will kill you!"

The voice was cold and flat, but no one dared to ignore the content.

It's a pity that Hume didn't hear this sentence clearly.

The severe pain from his abdomen made him pass out after spitting out a mouthful of blood.

On the side, the two detectives still had no reaction on their faces, which seemed to be commonplace.

"Come here a few people..."

The old detective quickly called several people in to take Hume away, and ordered them to send Hume to the hospital for treatment and under strict supervision.

"As usual, his medical expenses are deducted from my salary."

The middle-aged man sat back on his seat again, as if nothing had happened.

"No problem, Mr. Hell Hunter."

De Lun signaled: "But since we can't find out what the case is for the time being, please follow me to the next location."

Soon, De Lun, the old detective, and the middle-aged man walked out of the investigation bureau and came to the underground cold storage of the nearby building.

"Mr. Hunter, this is one of the victims."

The old detective pushed out a cold corpse.

"Let me see."

The middle-aged man known as the Hell Hunter approached the corpse.

While leaning over to look, his nose trembled at high speed, as if he was sniffing the scent from above.

For starters, his expression was normal.

But a few seconds later, a joyful, excited, and crazy expression appeared on his face.

Detective De Lun frowned slightly after seeing it.

Although it has long been known that the Hell Hunter is not as majestic and upright as the outside rumors, his true temperament is extremely crazy.

But I never thought that the other party would show such a perverted expression on a corpse, which was completely crazy.

The old detective is not surprised by this, he has been at the bottom for decades, and he has a deeper understanding of superheroes than most people.

Except for the Z-Men under the Bureau of Investigation, superheroes have more or less personality defects, which is equivalent to a perverted concentration camp.

Now this kind of performance is nothing.

"I feel it, I feel it!"

The hell hunter suddenly raised his hands, and praised with enjoyment on his face: "This is the breath of death, pure and powerful death, it is simply too charming..."

"die?"

The two agents looked at each other, a little confused.

The old detective thought for a while and asked, "Mr. Hunter, can you find the murderer behind the scenes?"

"definitely no problem."

The hell hunter said: "However, this is not enough, far from enough, I need more and more victims' bodies."

Deren asked, "How much more?"

The hell hunter stretched out one hand, spread out five fingers, and laughed wildly: "Fifty, as long as there are fifty, I will be able to find the source of death!"

"Fifty?"

Deren was a little hesitant. The number of people suspected of being killed by the Death Note in the past few days did not exceed ten, which was far from fifty.

After thinking about it, he asked the old detective to remove a few more victims from the cold storage.

10 minute later.

The remains of the four victims were placed in front of the death hunter.

These few people did not die in the past few days, but two weeks ago, the physical examination was normal, but they died of a heart paralysis bizarrely.

"I really want to find you soon!"

The hell hunter laughed wildly, sniffing the four victims excitedly.

A few seconds later, his face quickly turned cold, he looked up at Derren, and said coldly: "I want the victim killed by the same murderer, not someone you randomly find."

Agent Derren's heart tightened, and he reluctantly said: "I understand, I will hand them over to you as soon as possible."

"That's good."

After the hell hunter finished speaking, he left the cold storage.

His time is precious. Apart from agreeing to the investigation by the Bureau of Investigation, there are still several business shows in this city that require him to leave.

Although the breath of death that seemed to be similar to him fascinated him very much.

But no matter what, it can't compare to the charm of money.

Danny Hospital.

Ward 1129 on the eleventh floor.

Danny Hospital is a mid-to-high-end private hospital.

There is complete security inside, excellent doctors, and it is the first choice for medical treatment for the wealthy around.

Hume woke up after a full day of coma after being rushed here for surgery after experiencing internal bleeding.

"This is where?"

He opened his eyes, looked at the strange environment around him, and didn't understand what happened for a moment.

"This is the hospital."

At this time, a young voice came from the side.

Hume turned around and found that the speaker was Deren, who was now coming in from the door.

"Hospital?"

He repeated, quickly recalling why he had come to this place.

Thinking of being sent to the hospital, Hume gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it, that bastard, I want to expose him!"

"I advise you better not to do that."

Deren shook his head and said, "Although I don't like him, he is not an ordinary mutant."

Hearing this, Hume slightly suppressed his anger. There are also many untouchable existences among mutants.

He took a deep breath and asked, "What's the mutant's name?"

Deren said slowly: "Compared to his name that not many people have mentioned, you should have heard of his nickname - Hell Hunter."

"Hell Hunter!"

Hume's pupils shrank suddenly, and he immediately gave up the idea of ​​revenge.

He can't afford to mess with this mutant.

He paused, and then asked again: "He's one of the 11 superheroes, so it shouldn't be possible for me to alarm him with this case, right?"

De Lun said indifferently: "This is the decision of the higher authorities, and I don't know much about it."

That's what he said, but in fact, not only did he know, but he also participated in many of the plans because he successfully hugged his thigh.

In normal cases, not to mention a few, dozens, even hundreds or thousands of deaths, the Bureau of Investigation will not ask hell hunters to take action.

After all, the Hell Hunter is not a member of the Z-Men, and there is a huge capital relationship behind it. Once he is involved in the investigation, not to mention the high price to pay, there may be some unexpected situations.