Demon hunter's Cooking Manual

Chapter 626: Chapter 47 Tonight, the restaurant is closed…?_2

Such a nod made Brian also wear a puzzled expression.

Without a doubt, this was an amateur.

From behavior to methods, all amateur.

Sabie Aliens’ ‘Infiltrator’ this weak?

The trio couldn’t help but exchange glances.

You see, they had received a phone call from Jason in the afternoon. In the call, Jason had explained in detail everything about the Sabie Aliens, especially emphasizing ‘Infiltrators’.

Then, an apprentice of McCaul brought news that someone was investigating them.

Combining the two pieces of information, the three almost immediately guessed what was happening.

Therefore, after allowing non-combatants to enter the shelter from the basement, they all got ready.

All necessary weapons, ammunition, and special heavy weaponry were prepared.

Only the outcome seemed to differ from their expectations.

“Could it have ‘gone native’?”

McCaul jested.

John kept a cold face, without answering.

Brian was quite straightforward, picking up the grenade launcher and firing a shot at the ‘Infiltrator’s’ corpse.

Jason had said, even a dead ‘Infiltrator’ still poses considerable danger.

Boom!

Flames flickered.

The ‘Infiltrator’s’ corpse immediately turned into Fragments.

A shadowy figure rose from within.

Ratatat!

Three Sword-Shield Gatlings fired under John’s control.

A stream of bullets, at 3600 rounds per minute, devoured the shadowy figure, the scorching bullets directly tearing apart most of the shadowy figure’s body.

“Trap!”

“This is a trap set for me!”

“Despicable ground dwellers!” @@novelbin@@

Berenke roared, and then it sent information about ‘Jason’ back to the home planet once more.

Extremely dangerous, a cunning enemy, recommend elimination as a priority!

Berenke, having completed all this, looked towards John and his two companions.

“Do you think this is the end?”

“Everything has just begun!”

“Repent in horror!”

“Repent that you’re still alive!”

Berenke shouted, then charged towards John and the others.

The endless stream of bullets could affect it, but the injuries inflicted were at most superficial, by no means fatal. As it spoke, its torn body had already healed itself.

Looking at John and his two companions, Berenke’s eyes were full of ferocity.

It wanted to torment these three.

It wanted to show these three the terror of an ‘Infiltrator’.

It wanted to—

Yi!

In the Dufol Language, the special force field of ‘Protection Against Evil’ enveloped the ‘Infiltrator’, instantly obliterating its ethereal form.

No resistance.

Not a trace of struggle.

“Jason!”

As it died, Berenke cried out in agony.

Seemingly hoping to solicit sympathy with such an agonized cry or perhaps to threaten Jason.

But the Jason that walked out from a shadowy side didn’t even glance at the ‘Infiltrator’.

An ‘Infiltrator’ influenced by the residual consciousness of its host body was simply not worth the attention.

Or rather, all ‘Infiltrators’ are influenced by the residual consciousness of their bodies.

It’s just a matter of how strong they are and the extent of that influence.

If the Spirit is strong enough, it can even backfire on the ‘Infiltrator’.

This wasn’t a conclusion Jason had come to.

It was information passed on by the ‘Clock Tower’.

After capturing a large number of ‘Infiltrators’, with no need to worry about the death of test subjects, these ‘Wizards’, in a very short time, discovered the vulnerability of the ‘Infiltrators’.

“Good evening, gentlemen.”

Tel, a member of the ‘Clock Tower’ stationed at the Ground Reconnaissance Bureau, seeing the Sword-Shield Gatling and the 107mm Type 95 single-tube rocket launcher in the house, couldn’t help but twitch at the corners of his eyes.

Are all of Jason’s friends monsters?

Who keeps a Sword-Shield Gatling and a 107mm Type 95 single-tube rocket launcher at home?

Is this preparation for a small-scale war?

Tel thought to himself, trying to keep the smile on his face as normal as possible.

But in the next moment, his smile could not be maintained anymore.

Vroom vroom vroom!

In the sound of propellers whirring, a 20-drone squadron flew out from the window on the third floor, and seeing the miniature missiles, Tel instinctively stepped back.

This ‘Clock Tower’ member stationed at the Ground Reconnaissance Bureau looked at John, Brian, and McCaul with a gaze devoid of any previous underestimation, filled with caution.

Regardless of whether it was shown or not, the ‘Mystical Side’ always harbored an air of superiority over ordinary people.

That was a fact.

But looking at the barrels of the Sword-Shield Gatling, the muzzle of the rocket launcher, and each miniature missile, Tel quietly calculated his chances of surviving against these three and then promptly, the smile on his face became extremely sincere.

“Good evening.”

Brian and McCaul responded to Tel.

John simply nodded.

Was this the supposed ‘Mystical Side’ friend who appeared with Jason?

After the incident with Edward, the three of them had begun their investigation into the Mystical Side.

They might not be ‘people of the Mystical Side’, but their abilities, connections, ensured they could easily touch upon things beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Things were simply concealed in everyday life.

Yet once the ‘veil’ was lifted.

Some things simply couldn’t be hidden.

Nonetheless, for John and his companions, ‘people of the Mystical Side’ were worthy of attention.

Especially the first time they met a supposed person from the ‘Mystical Side’.

Are you talking about Jason?

Jason doesn’t count.

In their minds, Jason was a good friend.

And Tel?