Chapter 516

In the Marvel Universe, I Work for the System

The SUV stopped before the fountain. Looking up at the curving staircase, Geralt sighed. "Rich people sure love making things difficult."

They had to get out and walk.

The Demon Hunter Gun hung diagonally across his back, while the folded Demon-Breaking Hand Crossbow was fixed to his wrist, loaded with three Demon-Breaking Arrows.

"Huh?" Geralt heard a scream and saw light spilling from inside the villa.

White light.

Green light.

Green light was a strange thing—it looked ridiculous above someone's head and terrifying on someone's face.

The line between ridiculous and terrifying was a thin one.

A hairline.

Geralt channeled magic into his eyes. His pupils turned from black to deep blue, activating the Night Vision granted by his Spirit Sight talent.

Through the floor-to-ceiling window, Geralt saw a ghost, two young men, and two young women.

The ghost floated in midair, his face bathed in green light. He looked exactly like Harold Kovos.

Through Spirit Sight, Geralt saw black mist swirling around Harold, thick as ink.

No question about it: he was a Wraith.

The burly young man was drenched in sweat, desperately pushing at the door. It wouldn't budge. When his strength ran out, he slumped to the floor with a broken, despairing grin.

The other young man was thin and wore glasses. Though he shook like a leaf, he tried to shield one of the young women.

The woman behind him had a stunning figure and, despite her youth, the look of someone who had seen plenty of the world.

She had lost all control and was screaming on instinct.

Supposedly, screaming was a product of human evolution. It served three main purposes: relieving stress, calling for help, and frightening off certain predators.

Sometimes screaming helped. Sometimes it