"Red-skinned boy, can you please be quiet for a while?"
Kate Kerrigan was giving a lecture to the agents in the New York branch, while Anu en Rama was hanging around behind him.
Especially his restless hands, which would touch this and hammer that from time to time, making some ping-pong sounds, which made Kate Kerrigan turn around in unbearable pain.
Anu-en-Rama, the tall Hellboy, shrugged innocently and complained to the bald supervisor:
"Kate, I don't understand why Liz doesn't like CDs and cats. Those CDs are all collector's editions, and those cats are so cute and furry..."
Listening to Hellboy's endless chatter and complaints,
The expression on Kate Kerrigan's face gradually became out of control. She was sent to New York to urgently coordinate the sudden incidents in New York.
Instead of coming here to listen to this red-skinned guy complain about his girlfriend.
The agents who were originally standing in front of the bald supervisor, waiting for punishment with a look of fear on their faces, looked at the tall and ferocious Hellboy, and complained about their girlfriends like bullied young wives.
This huge contrast made some female agents even couldn't help but laugh.
"Hey, man, maybe you should put more energy into Liz instead of CDs and cats. You know, women are meant to be accompanied!"
Abel, the fishman who had been standing behind Hellboy and had no sense of presence, took a look at the bald supervisor's ugly face and the laughing expressions of the group of New York branch agents.
He coughed, walked over and patted Hellboy Anu's arm, then walked up to the group of agents.
"Hey everyone, my name is Abel, you may have heard of me-"
The agents from the New York branch all nodded. For the agents from the Paranormal Prevention Bureau,
Hellboy Anu, Fire Girl Liz, and Fishman Abel are some of the most famous investigators in their bureau.
Even better than their elusive supervisor Alexander!
“The headquarters didn’t send us here to punish you. It’s your supervisor Alexander who caused a big trouble. We are going to take him back for investigation, so we need to find his whereabouts as soon as possible!
Otherwise he will be in danger..."
A green-skinned fishman wearing a pair of aviator-style sunglasses faced everyone, and his eyes under the strangely shaped sunglasses looked at everyone present.
At the same time, he used his super perception ability to observe the heart rate and blood flow rate of the agents present.
"Agent, do you know the whereabouts of Director Alexander?"
Abel quickly locked onto a middle-aged man through his perception, whose heartbeat was accelerating and whose whole body was sweating from nervousness.
"He's the deputy director of the New York branch, Elsie George," Kate Kerrigan told the fishman Abel about the middle-aged man's identity.
At the same time, he glanced at Elsie George's lush hair with a hint of malice.
"Okay, Director George, come with me to my office. It looks like we need to talk!" Kate Kerrigan waved to the middle-aged man.
... ... .
"Although I am the deputy director of the New York branch, you also know that Alexander is not only the director of the branch, but also the most senior investigator and one of the founders of the bureau!"
In the office of the director of the New York branch of the Paranormal Defense Bureau, the deputy director of the branch complained to Kate:
"The entire New York branch's field agents, as well as several special forces teams, only accept his leadership. As for what he actually did, I really don't know!"
Kate brought a cup of coffee, waved her hand, signaled him to relax, and comforted him:
"George, no one is holding you accountable now. What I want to know is Alexander's whereabouts? Do you know where he is hiding?"
"Alexander seldom comes to the branch. Our New York branch has had a retired destroyer of the Federal Navy for a long time, and he has been working at sea—"
"At sea?" Kate heard the deputy manager's words and quickly took out an encrypted phone from her arms.
"Hello, this is Kate. Move our satellite and find a destroyer in the waters near New York!"
"What model?" Kate asked the deputy manager, covering the phone!
"Fletcher-class destroyer!" replied the deputy director.
"Fletcher class, the hull of the ship is painted black?" The voice on the phone sounded a little strange.
"Yes, yes, it's because Alexander likes black, so he had the color of the ship's hull changed!"
The deputy director of the New York base nearby responded to Kate's questioning look and spoke quickly.
"Director Kate, I regret to inform you that just last night, a retired Fletcher warship of the Federal Navy was found sunk in the New York Harbor!"
"Black?" Kate touched her bald head and walked around the office anxiously.
"Yes, the entire ship was painted black, and no casualties were found on board!"
"Shit!" Manager Kate cursed angrily.
"Maybe this is a good thing!" Abel, who was checking items in the office trying to find some remaining clues, turned around and said.
"What do you mean?" Kate looked at the merman Abel with some confusion.
“Our mission is to capture him and bring him back to headquarters, imprison him, give them an explanation, and prevent the information Alexander holds from leaking out!
If we can't find him, it means it will be hard for others to find him, so we don't have to worry about him leaking the information of the bureau!"
"Director George, I need you to mobilize all the manpower in the New York branch to find Alexander's whereabouts as soon as possible!"
Kate looked at George, the deputy director of the New York branch, and emphasized the word "director".
"No problem. I have a good relationship with some high-ranking officials in the New York Police Department. I can mobilize their forces to help us find Alexander!"
George, who had been the deputy director for so many years, obviously understood what Kate meant. His eyes lit up and he almost jumped up from the sofa.
After saying hello to Kate, he hurried out of the office.
"What should we do now?" Hellboy Anu sat on the sofa, and his big body pressed down the sofa.
He smoked a cigar and looked at Kate and the fishman Abel.
“Alexander has been operating in New York for so many years, and the headquarters has never been able to intervene.
They are the only people we can use in New York. We can only wait!"
Kate listened to the deputy manager making phone calls outside the office and shook her head.
"Before that, Anu, maybe you can accompany Abel to the Troll Black Market to check the whereabouts of Urnos!"
... ... ...
Continental Hotel New York
A piece of message was hung in the most conspicuous place where the reward was offered in the hotel.
Photo image, name: Alexander Corvinus, dead or alive,
If you find the trace, you will get 5 million US dollars; if you bring back the intact body, you will get 10 million US dollars; if you capture him alive, you will get 20 million US dollars.
From time to time, waiters from the Continental Hotel came forward to replace the bounty notes with new ones. In just one hour, Alexander Covenas's bounty increased by nearly 5 million.
Among these bounties, only a part was issued by Ryan through the Continental Hotel, and the other part was increased by major gangs in New York to show their goodwill to Boss Tang.
Of course, there are also some people who are afraid of suffering unexpected disasters and pay money to prove to Boss Tang that the attack has nothing to do with them.
The remaining funds are much more mixed, including remittances from mainland hotels in Italy and bounties said to be offered by the Gambino family.
A fried chicken restaurant also followed suit and invested in the bounty.
The amount of money that appears on the bounty list of the Mainland Hotel is only a part of it. It is said that there is a bounty that is no less than this amount on other intelligence black markets.
In the manager's office of the Continental Hotel, the hotel manager opened a bottle of whiskey and poured it for the bearded man in front of him.
"I heard you went to Italy, but I didn't expect you would come back to New York!"
"Winston, I have already reconciled with your Continental Hotel. Besides, two seats have been changed at the high table, so why haven't they sent out the judge?"
John Wick picked up the whiskey in front of him and drank half a glass, then said to his old friend with some dissatisfaction.
Winston, the manager of the Continental Hotel in New York, raised his glass and curled his lips: "Of course it's because they can't afford to offend that person-"
"That Tang has replaced Jin Bing as one of the twelve seats at the high table. Oh no, he holds two seats!"
"John, if you have the ability to take down any of the people behind the high table, you can also replace them-"
"Damn world!" John Wick picked up the whiskey bottle on the table and poured himself another full glass of whiskey.
"This is how the world is, the strong prey on the weak. I see you've run into trouble in Italy?" Winston looked at John Wick:
"If you have any trouble, just ask. As long as it does not violate the rules of the Continental Hotel, we are old friends. Just ask!"
"Can you find me some big orders?"
John Wick's words startled Winston: "John, aren't you retired? Do you want to go back to your old job?"
John Wick drank a glass of wine gloomily.
He should not have brought the snake girl to Italy in the first place, not to mention that they met that disaster star named Tang.
As a man, he seemed to have no idea what Italy was like.
The fashion capital, where the headquarters of many luxury brands are located, letting a woman without self-control go there is equivalent to completely emptying a man's wallet.
After a few months, his remaining pension was gone and turned into a pile of useless luxury bags and designer clothes.
The most important thing is that in Rome, the assassin business is not as profitable as in New York.
Not only do we not get a single order in ten days or half a month, but we also have a lot of competition from our peers.
John had no choice but to return to New York, but John Wick didn't want to discuss the situation in detail with his old friend.
"There's a big order in New York recently, looking for someone. The bounty posted in the hotel alone is over 20 million! You can go and give it a try!"
Seeing that his old friend didn't want to speak, Winston didn't ask any further questions. He just held up the glass and introduced him.
John Wick said sullenly, "I saw it when I went upstairs just now, but finding people is not my specialty!"
"Not interested? I think they are all eyeing this bounty. The entire New York underworld is about to be in chaos!
Even the Beggar King's people have started to move. After all, he has the widest network of contacts in New York. If that person is really in New York, he probably can't hide it from his eyes!"
Winston thought about it and felt that John Wick was indeed no match for the Beggar King when it came to finding people.
You have to know that the Beggar King has nearly 40% of the homeless people in New York under his command. He can be said to be the king of intelligence in New York.
"I have another business deal here. The commission is 10 million. The employer's goal is to assassinate the king of a small East African country!"
"I accepted! Mission objective, location—" John Wick agreed before Winston could finish.
Next month's credit card bill was looming, and he no longer had the energy to be picky.
Valentine's Day, it's all that damn Valentine's Day's fault, otherwise, how could he get drunk and be dazed by the snake girl who climbed into his bed!
"This is the target. He will appear in Washington next month for a secret meeting. Your mission is to cooperate with your employer to kill him!"
Winston raised his hand and a black butler handed him a document.
Winston handed John Wick a photo of a fat old black man.
"Need to cooperate with others?" John Wick frowned.
He has always been used to being alone!
"It would be best if you could take him out yourself!"
Winston smiled, took another credit card from the black butler, pressed it on the table and pushed it in front of John Wick.
"This is my secondary credit card. It has a limit of 300,000. You can use it first! I will deduct the amount from your commission!"
John Wick nodded at Winston, picked up the credit card on the table and put it in his pocket.
... ... ...
In an alley in Brooklyn, New York.
"Is it her?"
A tall Hellboy and a fishman wearing glasses were peeping in the corner of the alley.
The target of their peeping was not some beautiful woman, but rather an old lady who walked unsteadily and was pushing a power-assisted bicycle.
The old lady who had difficulty walking stopped at the street corner, took out a bag of cat food from her power-assisted bicycle, sprinkled it on the ground, and made a "sizzling" sound with her mouth.
Tempted by the cat food, a group of stray cats soon gathered around.
A group of stray cats were licking the cat food on the ground, completely unaware of the old lady's greedy look at them.
"Be good, come home with me!"
The old lady stared at the fattest stray cat, holding the clothes in her hands, drooling at the corners of her mouth, and slowly approached it.
“Meow!”
The old lady pulled her coat down, and the fat cat only had time to meow before it was wrapped up by the clothes.
The sudden noise scared the stray cats away.
The old lady stuffed the clothes wrapped around the fat cat into the cat cage of the walker, and tremblingly pushed the walker to go back.
At this moment, two figures, one in red and one in green, one tall and one short, blocked the old lady.
"You, what do you want to do?" The old lady's face was full of horror.
"We are going to the Troll Black Market and we want you to lead the way!"
Hellboy Anu clasped his hands together, his knuckles cracking, and threatened the old lady.
"Entering the troll black market? With your ability!" The old lady's frightened expression disappeared, and she looked at the big red-skinned man in front of her with an expression of overestimating herself.
Anu turned his head to look at the fishman Abel: "Did you bring the canary?"
When the old lady heard Anu mention the canary, she was startled and she took a few steps back involuntarily.
The fishman Abel next to him lifted the white cloth on the birdcage he had been holding, revealing a canary chirping in the cage.
The fishman Abel slowly approached the old lady with the birdcage in his hand. The old lady stepped back repeatedly, seeming to be very afraid of the little bird in the cage.
"No, no, take it away, I'll take you to the Troll Black Market—"
The fishmen Abel and Anu forced the old lady into a car, intimidated by the canary cage that Abel raised from time to time.
The old lady quickly brought them to a shabby two-story building in an alley.
In front of the old paint-chipped iron gate, the old lady tore off the human skin she was camouflaging, revealing her bloated and fat troll body.
Ding ding ding!
It stretched out its thick fingers and knocked on the iron door. Soon the window on the iron door was opened, revealing a pair of eyes.
Bang!
After the owner of the eyes confirmed her identity, he opened the iron door.
... ... ... .
It has been three days since Boss Tang returned to New York from Monaco. The whole of New York has been turned upside down by these gang members and killers, but Alexander seems to have disappeared without a trace.
No trace at all
"Didn't find it!?"
In the pavilion, with red sandalwood and eucalyptus trees and a pot of tea, Tang Song sits on a chair and quietly watches the lotus flowers blooming in the lake.
Lotus flowers the size of bowls are blooming in the lake, white lotuses, pink lotuses, and even some pale golden lotuses.
The breeze blew and the water on the lake rippled. The lotus flowers swayed in the green, which was very beautiful.
Next to the long eucalyptus tree, a gorgeous tiger was lying lazily at Tang Song's feet, its belly heaving up and down and making snoring sounds.
Lai En stood in front of Chang An and reported the news to Tang Song with a somewhat grim expression.
He once boasted to Kane that he could find information about Alexander Coventis within two days, but now three days have passed.
Neither the police nor the people sent out by New York gangs, big and small, could find the whereabouts of Alexander Covenas.
This is the second time. The last time was a mutant named Logan. He mobilized all his manpower, but still hasn't found the whereabouts of that mutant.
This happened twice in a row, and Lai En couldn't help but start to suspect that the people under him were being sneaky and deliberately concealing the news.
"Our people went to inspect the retired warship that sank in New York Harbor and found no signs of attack. It was blown up from the inside.
The people below suspect that he has already escaped from New York. I suggest that we mobilize our peripheral forces throughout the Federation..."
Listening to Lai En's words, Tang Song stood up slowly, picked up a transparent test tube filled with blood-red liquid next to the long eucalyptus, unscrewed the test tube and dripped half of it into the Hui inkstone.
Then he used a jade spoon to scoop out three spoonfuls of top-quality cinnabar from the jade cup next to him.
"Boss, let me grind the ink!"
Seeing Tang Song pick up the green jade stone and prepare to grind the cinnabar in the inkstone, Lai En hurriedly took it over.
"King Bing spent more than 20 years to become the boss of the New York underworld, expanding his business to the entire federation. He was known as the Emperor of the Underworld!"
"How long did it take us? Half a year!"
Tang Song spread out a piece of rice paper, placed a blank talisman paper on top of it, and took out a jade-handled wolf-hair brush.
"Don't be anxious, take your time, the person I'm looking for can't run away!"
Lai En used a jade stone bar to grind the cinnabar and blood thoroughly, and soon a pool of sticky blood ink was formed.
Tang Song dipped the jade wolf-hair brush into the blood ink and quickly drew a blood talisman on the talisman paper.
It twists and turns, like an abstract map of immortals pointing the way.
After drawing the talisman, Tang Song placed the jade-handled wolf-hair brush on the inkstone, picked up the talisman paper, and folded it in half a few times to form a paper crane.
Uh, Tang Song took a look at the ugly thing in his hand.
It has two wings, a pointed beak, and is made of paper. Yes, it is definitely a paper crane.
"go!"
Tang Song snapped his fingers, and the ugly paper crane flapped its uneven wings and flew into the air.
"Call Kane and the gunmen from the training camp, tell them to bring their firearms, and let's go see which rat hole that old man Alexander is hiding in!"
Tang Song kicked the tiger who was snoring loudly in his sleep.
"Roar!" The confused tiger stood up and roared.
When it met Tang Song's eyes, it immediately bit him, and followed Tang Song with its tail wagging angrily.
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"This is the Troll Black Market. It's so huge!"
The bustling streets looked at least half the size of a small town, and the people setting up stalls and selling goods here were not human.
Most of them are bloated trolls. These ugly guys, at least two meters tall, are the owners of this troll black market.
It is said that the builder of this black market was a troll wizard who used black magic to cover this area of New York and isolate it from human sight.
Allow the aliens living in New York to buy the supplies they need on this black market.
After all, not all dark races have human-like faces like werewolves and vampires.
Some creatures with strange looks that are not suitable to appear in the human world can only buy what they need in this kind of black market.
The "people" coming and going, except for the trolls, all looked weird, and Abel and Anu were inconspicuous among them.
"Fresh offal, fresh human offal, only one thousand dollars!"
A fat troll was shouting on the side of the road. In the basket in front of him were some internal organs such as heart, liver, intestines and lungs.
The "people" coming and going looked as if they were used to it.
From time to time, there will be people in the crowd who will come over to bargain...
After seeing a stinking ghoul exchange a gold necklace for a set of human organs from a troll stall owner,
Anu only felt his fist harden!
Although he is a demon, he was raised as a human by his adoptive father since he was a child, and he has always considered himself a human.
Seeing the trolls selling human organs unscrupulously in the black market, Anu clenched his fists and wanted to rush forward to beat the troll up.
"Don't be impulsive, Anu. Wait until we leave here, and then mobilize the bureau's large forces to wipe out this place—"
Abel held Anu's arm and shook his head at him.
Anu looked around, and saw that all around him were either trolls, orcs, goblins, and black wizards wearing black cloaks. There were at least hundreds of these aliens in the entire troll black market.
When Anu saw him dressed as a dark wizard, he remembered the purpose of coming to the Troll Black Market and unclenched his fists.
He stared at several dark wizards who were buying and selling human bones in front of the stalls, and was about to go over and lift up their hoods to see if there were any targets.
"Anu! Look?"
The fishman Abel poked Anu from behind, and Anu followed Abel's gaze.
Not far away, a dark elf and an old man in a black coat were walking together, talking and laughing.
"Alexander!"
There was no time for Abel to stop him, as Anu just roared and rushed towards Alexander Corvinus.
Everyone in the black market was startled by Anu's shout, and all "people" looked at him.
Alexander Covenus, who was the first to bear the brunt, looked at Anu and was a little surprised: "Red monkey, you actually found this troll black market!"
Anu rushed towards Alexander with his fist raised.
“Stop him!”
The dark elf standing next to Alexander gave an order,
A tall monster that looked like a giant ape stood up behind him, and shot out an iron fist with a chain from his right hand, directly knocking Anu, who was rushing in front of him, away.
"I didn't expect that the people from the bureau would find this place so quickly. Prince Nuada, I'm sorry, I have to leave first. Don't worry, I will arrive at the agreed time with the crown fragment—"
Alexander Coventis glanced at Anu who was fighting fiercely with the giant ape, nodded to the dark elf beside him, and was about to turn around and leave.
Suddenly, there was a noise near the exit of the Troll Black Market.
... ... ..
"arrive!"
A row of black business cars stopped in the alley. The doors opened and sturdy men in bulletproof vests opened the doors and walked out.
They stood in front of the RV in the middle with guns in hand, looking around vigilantly.
Kane, who was sitting in the passenger seat of the RV, got out of the car, walked to the back and opened the door. A more than three-meter-long tiger suddenly pounced down from the car.
The tiger paced in the alley, growling every now and then.
Tang Song got out of the car with a cane. A paper crane landed on his palm, pecked it lightly, and then flew towards the iron gate at the end of the alley.
"Interesting!" Tang Song looked in the direction of the blood-descent tracking paper crane drawn with Marcus' blood.
His eyes were immediately attracted by an energy barrier.
No wonder he couldn't find any trace of Alexander. Tang Song put his fingers together like swords and pointed at his forehead, then he stared at the alley again.
With the eyes that can see through delusion, Tang Song's spiritual consciousness penetrated the black wizard's barrier and saw the densely packed dark creatures inside.
"boss!"
Kane walked forward and was about to say something to Tang Song, but Tang Song waved at him:
"Kane, I'll do it myself this time!"
Tang Song stretched out his hand, and the Five Yin Wallet flew out of his pocket and landed in his palm. He opened the wallet and four small white bone banners flew out from the Five Yin Wallet.
Tang Song exhaled a breath of true energy, and the four small flags directly turned into four pale white lights and flew high into the sky, circling around the four corners of the alley.
Every time it fell ten feet, the small flag grew a little bigger. Soon, four white bone flags more than ten meters long fell at the four corners of the area, with black air hanging down.
The entire room was enveloped in it.
Under the white bone banner, a huge ghost or god seemed to be walking down and entering the barrier shrouded by black air.