Abandoned docks in New York.
It was already dawn, the seashore was turning pale, and a few patrol boats could be vaguely seen roaming on the sea in the distance.
The smoke from the dock had not yet dissipated, and the flames in the deep pit were still burning.
Two heavy trucks and two huge cannons had disappeared from the scene.
Even the two tanker trucks were missing.
The battlefield, which had been filled with the roar of artillery fire at night, was now left in ruins.
Frank was directing the cleaners who had arrived to deal with the scene. Dozens of black men wearing rubber gloves were carrying bloody stones and shoveling mud mixed with blood and flesh.
Some relatively intact werewolf corpses and vampire limbs were carried onto the corpse cart, while some incomplete body parts were thrown directly into the burning pit.
On the other side, a dozen big men were holding tightly wrapped blocks in their hands. Under the arrangement of several blasting experts, they installed the TNT explosives at various blasting points on the dock.
Several small excavators were digging trenches from the huge pit towards the sea surface.
The dilapidated pier was collapsed by the waves, and this will be the report that appears in various media sections after dawn.
Of course, a kind-hearted person soon came out to clean up this dilapidated dock.
A huge amount of money was spent to renovate the dock and transform it into a new cargo port.
However, the project to repair the pier will have to wait until after the New York State election.
You know, a new freight terminal, providing jobs, is a huge achievement for any politician.
These are all votes, so of course we can’t give them away for free.
The excavator shoveled up the last shovel of mud and sand, and sea water poured into the huge pit along the ditch.
The sea water poured in, and the huge red-hot pit was suddenly filled with steam and white mist rising.
A dump truck, operated by the driver, was pouring quicklime into a deep pit filled with sea water.
The red sun rose above the sea and the dock returned to calm.
More than two dozen cars drove along the interstate toward downtown New York City.
Frank was sitting in the passenger seat of a military Humvee, walking at the end of the convoy.
When the convoy left the explosion range estimated by the demolition experts, Frank pressed the remote control in his hand!
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The old wharf has fallen into disrepair. Is it a waste of public resources or the government's inaction
Republican gubernatorial candidate calls out the current Democratic governor!
Under the grape trellis of the manor, Tang Song was lying on a rattan chair with a copy of the New York Times in his hand.
The front-page headline of the newspaper was about the pier being washed away by the sea.
And our Mr. Moon used this incident to directly attack his opponent.
For the real top government officials, the affairs of dark creatures are not a secret, but for ordinary people, it is something that cannot be made public.
Our current governor can only grit his teeth and swallow this loss.
But for Tang Song, this wave was indeed not a loss for him.
Tang Song had a smile on his face. He casually touched the badge on the table beside him, put it in front of him and looked at it.
The round shield badge is made of pure gold, with a relief of a phoenix in the middle, and the phoenix's eyes are inlaid with rubies.
Between the two chicken claws is a circular pattern, representing the earth.
This is the badge representing membership in the Holy Shield Brotherhood that West gave to Tang Song after returning from the dock.
Of course, Tang and Song cannot be considered formal members now.
To become a member of the Holy Shield Brotherhood, one needs a formal member as a guide, and the approval of at least three formal members is required for admission.
According to West, the Brotherhood of the Shield originated in 2620 BC.
Founded by a Greek who fought off an alien invasion and is said to have been the designer of the pyramids.
The designer, named Imhotep, was honored as the first of the Holy Shield and was revered as a deity after his death.
The purpose of the creation of the Brotherhood of the Shield was to prevent alien invasions, and many famous figures in history were members of the Brotherhood of the Shield.
These include Tesla, Newton, Leonardo da Vinci, Galileo Galilei, Zhang Heng of the East, and Zu Chongzhi.
However, after World War II, due to differences in ideology, the members of the Brotherhood of the Shield split into three organizations.
The radicals want to rule the earth and centralize power to fight against alien invasion. This faction acts radically and during World War II, they came together with the failed art student and formed an organization called Hydra.
The other faction advocated cooperation with other countries and advocated turning the Brotherhood of SHIELD from secret to open, while confronting Hydra head-on and turning it into the current S.H.I.E.L.D.
The West branch, on the other hand, upholds the ancient tradition, roots itself in the soil, silently absorbing nutrients and accumulating strength in order to cope with future alien crises.
Of course, this is just West's personal opinion. Tang Song can estimate whether there is any water in it.
What he wanted to know was how powerful the Holy Shield Brotherhood was now and how much benefit he could gain from it.
As the old saying goes, a lean camel is bigger than a horse. The fact that West can be promoted to the position of deputy chief judge of the Holy See shows that the influence of the Holy Shield Brotherhood cannot be underestimated.
This is also the reason why Tang Song readily agreed to West.
What he cares about is not money, but the resources for cultivation.
Take adamantium for example. The adamantium imported from Japan is sold at US$1,000 per gram.
When Tang Song refined two sword pills, he only added ten kilograms of adamantium alloy, which cost him 5 million US dollars.
Even at this price, the amount of adamantium entering the market through Shishida Industries each year does not exceed 50 kilograms.
Money is important, but power is more important. Only with money and power can Tang Song practice his own immortality comfortably.
Now that a group of vampires have been wiped out, the properties and land they left behind are enough for Tang Song to digest for some time.
And Kingpin, it seems that it’s time to change the title of New York’s underground emperor.
Tang Song put down the badge in his hand and took out a booklet with the ink still wet.
At the beginning of the first line, it says "Shenmobian" in English.
Tang Song flipped through the pages carefully, occasionally picking up the pen beside him to make some revisions.
Write down the most suitable exercises for Lai En and his friends in the most understandable language.
The God and Demon Transformation was chosen by Tang Song as the most suitable method for this world, but it still needs to be modified.
Tang Song wrote seriously with a pen.
The sunlight shines through the green grape leaves onto Tang Song's face, with patches of light and shadow interweaving.
"An elegant oriental man! What a pity!"
On the top floor of a building four kilometers away from the manor.
The window of the women's restroom was removed. A man in a black suit and a slicked-back hair was holding a toothpick in his mouth. He looked through the scope of a sniper rifle at Tang Song lying on a rattan chair, and slowly pulled the trigger with his index finger.
The barrel is twice as long as that of an ordinary sniper rifle, and a bullet engraved with patterns shoots out from the barrel.
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At the dock, the loud explosions had long passed, and the sea water had flooded the mudflats and the dock.
On the seabed, deep within the remains of the original bunker, a dark werewolf dug through the sand and gravel on the ground and crawled out of a pit.
A patrol boat was anchored on the sea, and the black werewolf paddled under the patrol boat in a dog-paddle posture.