At the entrance of a small church in the northwest of Washington, DC, a burly man walked out of it, pulling out three hundred-dollar bills from a thin envelope in his hand and muttered: "Hey, the church is too stingy now. The three ogre scalp can only be exchanged for such a little money now."

The man raised his head and looked around. In the sun, his bronzed skin was exposed in his worn shirt. If Li had known here, he would have recognized him.

He was the witch hunter who fought with Li and the others in Los Angeles, Jonathan Van Helsing. Compared to that time, he had not changed much, but his clothes seemed even worse, and there was a shallow scar on his face.

After looking around, he found the target, lifted the box behind him up, and slowly walked towards the target.

When he came to the front of the target, he raised his head, smiled slightly, and said, "Come on a big hot dog, thank you for your more sauce."

......The witch hunter is still so tight in life. Standing in front of the fast food truck, Qiao carefully finished his last bite, and then reluctantly licked the tomato sauce on his fingers. At this moment, three black cars drove past him.

Joe stopped the work in his hand, raised his head and twitched his nose hard, and said to himself, "What does it smell so smelly."

As the smell gradually faded away, Qiao's eyes stared at the three cars, and he stepped forward and prepared to follow.

"Hey, you guy hasn't paid yet, where are you going?" A rough voice came out of the food truck, and a fat uncle rushed out with a shovel.

"Boy, I just saw something wrong with you. I even said that my hot dog smells bad and I want to run away if I don't pay it. You don't ask if you eat the king's meal and I'm Uncle Anthony, are you looking for death?" The fat uncle stopped Qiao, waved the shovel and started yelling at him.

"Oh, my God, I'm sorry, uncle, I really didn't mean it. I didn't say that your hot dog smells bad..." Qiao explained furiously. When facing the demons, he was still looking at him, but he begged for mercy like a child who made a mistake.

"Hey, I'm fbi, what's going on?" A voice rang behind him.

"Oh, Mr. Agent, you're here just right. Hurry up and catch this person. He not only ate the king's meal, but also slandered my hot dog. I, Anthony, have been setting up a stall here for 10 years. You often come to eat, but he dares to slander me." The fat uncle grabbed Qiao and accused the FBI agent behind him.

"Oh, I really didn't mean to not give you money, nor did I say that your hot dog smells bad. Please believe me." Qiao explained weakly, and did not dare to make any moves in his hands, for fear that anyone would hurt him inattentively.

"You are... Jonathan Van Helsing?" the voice behind him asked hesitantly.

He turned his head to look at the strange face, and carefully recalled where he had seen him. The fat uncle also let go of his hand when he saw that the federal agent who might have supported him might have known this sloppy guy.

"Hello, I am. Are you?" Qiao asked with a frown.

"Hello, my name is David, David Carter, federal agent." David, a former acquaintance of Lee, shook hands with the man with a smile, "You have never seen me. I met you in the case of the Cecil Hotel in Los Angeles."

After saying that, he turned around and handed the fat uncle next to him 20 yuan, and said with a smile: "Anthony, I know this person. I think there must be some misunderstandings. I have given him the money. Please give me two more large hot dogs. The hot dog you made is the best nearby."

When the fat uncle saw the dollar, he stopped entangling and happily returned to his dining cart to work. After a while, two large hot dogs were handed out, and David handed one of them to Joe. Without waiting for him to refuse, he said, "Take it, don't be polite, Uncle Anthony never accepts returns."

"You know Steve Lee too?" The big man took over the hot dog and asked while eating. Since he could know his name, he believed that he should have a good relationship with Lee.

"Yes, in fact, I asked him to help with the case in Los Angeles, but I didn't expect it to be so difficult in the end."

"Actually it's not that difficult, but he probably hasn't come into contact with these demons before and has no experience. He is still very strong."

"Well, yes, I agree. By the way, why did you come to Washington? Where have you been there during this period? Is it easy to say?"

"Oh, there's nothing that can't be said. Since you know my name, Steve must have told you about my profession. During this period, I've been hunting demons everywhere, and then going to church to exchange for some money, and so on."

"So that's it, but it seems that your salary is not a lot. Are you interested in helping us do something and earning some extra money?" David began to win over Joe with a smile. From this point of view, he is very similar to Lee.

"Well, if there is a case about the demon, it's not impossible. Our job is not a lot of salary. By the way, I seemed to have discovered the traces of the demon just now. In the three cars, can you check where they are going?"

David's expression immediately became serious, "I found it here? Yes, tell me the license plate number."

When Qiao finished reporting the license plate number, David's expression immediately became wonderful, and he looked at him in confusion, "Are you sure you didn't report the error?"

"My memory has always been good. What's wrong? What's the problem?" Qiao asked strangely.

"......This is our FBI license plate. Wait, I'll ask if there are agents nearby who caught something. By the way, can you determine the type of demon?" David picked up the phone and dialed out.

Joe thought seriously and said, "There should be a vampire, whose level is not very high, so the smell is so obvious."

At this time, David's face changed when he listened to the phone. He shouted to the phone: "Check the location of the car immediately, and tell me, hurry." Then he hung up the phone and said to Joe anxiously: "What happened? We don't have an agent nearby to go out for the field. Can you help us?"

When Qiao heard the news, after eating the hot dog in three bites, he lifted the box behind him up, and said seriously: "I have no choice."

The two of them immediately got into David's car, and the car rushed out like it was burning. David, who was sitting in the cab, asked anxiously: "Do you still remember where the car drove?"

"Turn right in front." The car drifted and turned, and the loud horn sound behind it could not slow down at all.

Dingling, David's phone rang, and he immediately picked it up: "Hey!"

"Finished? OK, where? Go towards Pennsylvania Avenue?! Damn, OK, I get it."

"What's wrong?" Qiao asked when he saw David hung up the phone and anxious face.

"I hope it's not the worst case, I'll sit firmly." The car that had almost reached the highest speed has accelerated again.
Chapter completed!