my beauty world

Chapter 172 The Road of Despair and Death (6000)

Back in Beverly Hills, as soon as Ronan entered the house, he saw the raven bomb flying over, and threw it a small piece of meat: "I didn't get lost, I can find my way home, the stupid bird is getting smarter and smarter." gone."

The raven swallowed the meat, stood on the hanger, and yelled twice.

Ronan noticed that the blackness of the bird was getting deeper and deeper, and when he gently stroked the raven's feathers, it had a metallic texture.

He flicked the bird's beak, which was as hard as iron.

Raven flew up dissatisfied.

Ronan lightly scratched his finger, activated the blood divination message, passed it to Raven to the balcony of the magazine office and Qi Qi's office, and threw a small stone: "Put it there."

The raven grabbed the stone in the air and flew out through the open window.

Ronan has been training this stupid bird to make it more effective.

Under normal circumstances, people will subconsciously ignore a bird.

Ronan went to take a shower. When he came back, he received a text message on his cell phone. He opened it and saw that it was from Jess.

"I have arrived in the special zone."

"Got it." Ronan replied in the simplest way.

With the remote control at hand, I turned on the TV and tuned to the news channel, which happened to be broadcasting the fraud case of Quinn Company.

Among them is the indictment of Leonardo facing the camera.

After getting off the plane today, Ronan read the newspapers, and the entertainment pages were full of reports, and the public opinion was very influential. It is estimated that Jess has been promoted to the second rank.

According to Jess, the second level of the criminal system is called deception, which can effectively affect people's thinking and consciousness.

Ronan couldn't help but look forward to Jess. Maybe Jess can bring some surprises when he arrives in Washington.

Think of the two things that Jess was asked to inquire about, the bald eagle and the Russians, especially the latter.

Ronan found another mobile phone, found the number Igor had left for him, and dialed it.

The connection was quickly made over there, and Ronan said softly, "I'm Ivan."

"Is something wrong?" It was Igor's voice.

Ronan asked, "When are we leaving?"

Igor said: "It is expected to be within ten days."

"I hope to have the opportunity to see you again."

There was silence over there, and Ronan hung up the phone.

There was the sound of flapping wings outside the window, and the raven bomb flew back and landed on the hanger.

Ronan asked, "Are you ready?"

The raven opened its mouth and called twice.

Ronan threw it a piece of roasted meat, took out the crocodile meat that Jess had grilled carefully, and ate dinner.

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North Hollywood at night.

A special service vehicle painted with the words FBI roared along Valley Avenue, turned into an upscale community, and stopped in front of a two-story single-family house.

Warrant Officer Flynn, who led the team, got out of the car first, followed by the blocker with heavy firepower, and the rest of the agents were silent.

The FBI has been impostor again.

Flynn gave an order softly: "Jay, lead someone to block the back! Blocker, you lead someone to break the door, follow my instructions!"

"Roger that!"

"Roger that!"

Flynn specifically reminded: "The target Thomas is a first-order exorcist priest in the church system, good at using modern firearms and possessing simple spell-like abilities, and can control it at the first time..."

Inside the car, Blake, who was in charge of technical support, suddenly said to Mike: "Flint, thermal imaging shows that the room is empty!"

Flynn ordered: "Block the road, break the door!"

The mixed-race black soldier with a bald head stood in the way and led the assault team to the door from both sides. A man with a shotgun came over and smashed the door lock with one shot.

The roadblock kicked on the door, and under the tremendous force, the door flew out with a bang!
The special forces behind him immediately invaded with tactical actions.

"Safety!"

"Safety!"

Various voices sounded in the headset.

Then there was the voice of the roadblock reporting: "Firestone, the house is empty."

Flynn immediately led Blake's technical team into the house. As soon as he arrived in the hall, he saw a photo on the cabinet. It was a very beautiful black-haired woman. The photo frame was covered with dust and hadn't been wiped for a long time.

Blake said: "Yes, this is Catherine Virginia, who has secret ties to the confirmed Gordon bank robbery gang."

The Gordon bank robbery gang all died in the valley north of Los Angeles. The bullets on the bodies came from the gangsters in the Watts neighborhood, and all the gangsters were smashed to pieces by the Gatling Vulcan cannon.

Based on private communications with FBI agent Jack Wells, Flynn asked the Secret Service to do a lot of investigation and find some clues.

From the Vulcan Cannon, it can be confirmed that the one who killed the Watts gang in the valley and the one who killed the St. Nicholas Orphanage were all nail monsters.

Through the clues of the robbery gang, Catherine Virginia was found.

Flynn deduced that Catherine knew the nail geek, and found the house all the way.

But there is no room, no Thomas.

The technical team extracted traces. In addition to Catherine's fingerprints, other fingerprints were found, which were confirmed with the fingerprints extracted from the church. It was confirmed that Thomas had stayed here!

Flynn frowned and asked, "There is no Nail Man?"

"No." Blake shook his head: "Until now, I haven't got any fingerprints from the nail geek. This person is as clean as he has never committed a crime, and he hasn't left any fingerprints anywhere."

Flynn's phone rang, and he answered a few words, frowning even tighter.

Miss Jay came over, waited for him to hang up the phone, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Flynn said briefly: "Sergeant Slavt went to Catherine's hometown. The Virginia manor is empty. According to the locals, the people in the manor have been missing for a long time. The sergeant did not find anyone or the body, but judging by experience, A fierce battle broke out inside the manor not long ago!"

He took a long breath: "Under the manor, the sergeant found an altar. The Virginia family seems to be involved in the belief of an indigenous god."

Miss Jay reminded: "Indigenous people! Watch your words."

The stumbling block likes to go straight to the point: "Why are the gods of the aborigines involved? Why is this matter getting more and more complicated?"

"I've always believed that the Nail Man is just a disguise, and there are other identities behind him." Flynn kept calm and thoughtful: "Although this time it came to nothing, the clues are leading us closer to the Nail Man step by step. You have to peel off his skin and see what's inside!"

Jay said at this time: "There is another clue. It has been verified that the former boss of the Watts gang, Dominique, and his girlfriend Letty died in the valley. Maybe there is a clue in the Watts neighborhood."

Flynn said: "Letty is a voodoo witch, and there is voodoo behind it. We can only report it to the higher authorities to deal with it. As long as the agreement signed back then is recognized by the higher authorities, we cannot act against voodoo without authorization. Don't Forget, that voodoo emperor is still alive."

After the Civil War, the Voodoo Cult signed the Westward Expansion Agreement and moved from the east to the west. It was a disguised surrender. The Washington authorities kept them. in the knife.

In the process of moving westward, the voodoo religion often cooperated with the military to attack the Indians.

The authorities are also very generous, giving them a block in Los Angeles as a living space.

When leaving the house and getting into the car, Flynn walked with Jay: "You inform the External Liaison Office of the Special Affairs Bureau and let them spread the news of Letty's death to the Watts block."

Jay knew what he meant right away: "Push voodoo to get revenge on the Nailman? Those niggas are nuts and could do that."

Later, news from the External Liaison Office of the Washington Bureau of Special Affairs reached the Voodoo Cathedral in the Watts neighborhood of Los Angeles.

But Letty's teacher, voodoo instructor Marie Love, has no time to deal with it.

In the Watts block, in a special textile factory, in an underground workshop with snow-white walls, Morgan, who learned to wear white clothes, stood in front of the loom of fate.

Ma Rui stood behind him with her hands tied.

"Dom and Letty's death is not in a hurry." Morgan put Ma Rui's information into the inlet of the fate loom, and said slowly: "You have reached the peak of the second level, and the concentration of magic power is continuously increasing, and promotion is impossible." Delay."

Ma Rui bowed her head: "Everything is obeyed by the teacher!"

Morgan looked back at her: "In the past few months, I have refused to activate the loom of fate, let the stone of fate absorb magic power, and accumulate energy, which is to give a destiny revelation for your promotion. When you are promoted from a second-level voodoo priest to a It is easy for a third-tier sorcerer to take revenge."

Ma Rui clearly distinguishes the importance: "I will be promoted first." But the student who has been trained for many years died, and he couldn't calm down: "When I succeed in promotion, please ask the mentor to start the loom of fate again to find out the whereabouts of the strange nails. I will personally help Lai." Revenge!"

Speaking of this, she thought of Lana and Queenie who died in Mexicali: "And that Ronan."

Morgan slapped on the fate loom, and a light flickered on his body: "Fate, you little watch, start it!"

The materials related to Ma Rui's promotion were turned into countless thin threads, drilled into the thread inlet of the loom, and woven with other white silk threads to form cloth.

Maps and text appeared on the snow-white cloth.

Ma Rui took a big step forward. Looking carefully, the map became clearer and clearer. It turned out to be a map of California!
After waiting for the cloth to be woven, Morgan picked it up and handed it to Ma Rui: "Fate has revealed that your place of promotion is at the southeastern border of California, and the ceremony of promotion is despair and death."

Ma Rui solemnly accepted the white cloth from Morgan.

Morgan said: "Go, go and pursue your own path of despair and death."

Ma Rui packed the cloth, left the textile factory, and returned to the voodoo cathedral. She took the voodoo doll, zombie potion and voodoo box away, her eyes suddenly turned white, and then returned to normal.

Soon, there were footsteps coming from the church, and a strong black man with a stiff face came over.

Ma Rui took the puppet and drove to southeastern California to embark on her third-tier promotion road.

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In the morning, Ronan came to the magazine and went to Pingqi's office first.

Ping Qi is the person in charge who led the team to set off today. He came very early. Looking at the time, he teased Ronan: "Slept alone last night? He arrived at the company on time."

Ronan glanced at the balcony on one side, where the stone from last night was placed on the shelf beside the glass window, and replied casually: "If we don't work harder, how will the bosses change the villa next year?"

The two female models who came to the door of the office happened to hear this, and Carolina, who was extremely tall, couldn't help laughing.

Ronan heard the laughter and turned around to say hello: "Good morning, cover girl."

Carolina, who worked with Ronan once, responded with a smile: "Good morning, artist."

Ping Qi introduced another dark brown-haired female model: "This is Katie."

Ronan nodded: "Good morning."

Unlike Carolina, Katie is a typical European-style model, born with a high-end face, and her chest and back are almost as flat.

Afterwards, the costumer and stylist also rushed over, and held a pre-departure creative meeting in Pingqi's office.

The two female models could only listen. They were far away from the level of supermodels and had no right to speak.

Most models are just puppets in the hands of stylists, art directors and photographers.

At ten o'clock, the team assembled and set off on time.

In addition to the normal vehicles, a van and a large trailer accompanied the vehicle.

Before Ronan got into the car, he looked up and saw that the raven was standing on the roof.

The stupid bird will fly all the way with the convoy this time.

It's also a training session.

The shooting was planned for six days, and the destination was a small town called Park in southeastern California near Arizona.

In Ping Qi's words, it was a typical western town, very representative.

Not many people, only a few hundred permanent residents.

But the town was once glorious, with mountains and rivers nearby, waterfalls and pools brought about by the difference in terrain, mine pits that collapsed after mining, and old houses and refineries where a large number of people went to empty buildings.

"The waste and desolation caused by the catalysis of time and social development cannot be realized by the setting."

In the nanny's car, Ping Qi gestured and said: "I have been there once, and the decadent sense of art makes people addicted."

Ronan said deliberately: "Be careful that there are perverted killers in those places."

Carolina asked, "A freak killer?"

Katie has watched a lot of Hollywood movies, and she unconsciously associates it with adding: "Hollywood horror movies are played like this. In a remote and deserted town, a group of strangers suddenly come. Kill them all, and imprison the beauties."

She hugged her arms, as if she was persecuted and delusional: "Why did I take this job? There is a pervert, what should I do if I am arrested? I don't want to be a tool for thanking the rain!"

Ronan looked at her senior face and her flat figure, but said nothing.

Ping Qi said: "I have been to Park Town and dealt with the people there, they are very simple." He looked at the quail-like Katie, who had a rich imagination, and said with relief: "Don't worry, we Bring three professional bodyguards."

Carolina said, "I see, the professional bodyguard you hired may not even be able to beat me."

Ronan asked, "Are you good at fighting?"

Ping Qi knew more: "Carolina served in the army, do you know why she is called Cover Girl?"

Ronan looked at Carolina: "You told me that you are often on the cover of magazines."

"It was indeed on the cover of a magazine." Carolina smiled brightly: "The cover of the American conscription magazine."

She simply said: "I was a model before enlisting. I didn't know much about it after enlisting in the army, so I took some promotional photos for the promotion."

Ping Qi said again: "Carolina has been on the battlefield."

"Afghanistan? Iraq?" Ronan asked.

Carolina said, "Iraq."

Ronan was curious: "Come back so soon?"

"A group of people, most of them died in Iraq." Carolina said vaguely, "I'm lucky. I came back intact. Many people died, and some people lived in pain. Maybe it's more sad than death."

Looking back, Carolina still has nightmares.

It's too scary.

A blood-red skull killed dozens of heavily armed soldiers in an instant.

That is to say, Carolina is not an ordinary person and has some special abilities, so she survived by luck.

Ping Qi had never heard Carolina say this, and asked, "I always thought you were engaged in communications and medical care."

Seeing Carolina's tense face, Ronan picked up a bottle of mineral water and threw it to her, raising the bottle in his hand.

Carolina unscrewed it, took a sip, and calmed down: "After that, I realized that anti-terrorism and other things don't matter, the most important thing is to live and enjoy life, but in this country, enjoying life requires money, so I can only go back to my old business. "

Katie continued: "Unfortunately, it's not easy to make money in this business."

Carolina kept something in her heart. If it was easy to make money in the modeling industry, she would not accept Flynn's recruitment.

The salary given by the Special Affairs Bureau is really a bit high.

The convoy turned onto the famous Route 66 and headed for Arizona.

Along the way, you can see too many small towns that have declined along with this road.

Park Town, not far from Route 66, can be said to be a typical example.

Seen from a distance, there is a huge factory on the outskirts of the town, the signboard of the mining company stands on the mountain in the distance, and the houses are connected to each other. At least it is a residential area of ​​[-] people.

When the convoy gets closer, you can see it clearly. The factory walls have already collapsed, most of the factory buildings have lost their roofs, and weeds have grown all over the factory area.

Most of the houses in the town are in disrepair, dilapidated and obviously abandoned.

Only the area near the river is a little angry.

Carolina asked: "Is there a hotel here? Don't you live in a car?"

Strictly speaking, they are better than small models, and farther away from supermodels. Agents don't have the capital to negotiate good treatment, and they don't even have assistants.

Ping Qi said: "There is a bar in the town, and there are rooms on the second and third floors of the bar. When I come here, I will ask someone to contact you. The entire second and third floors are fully booked."

After chatting all the way, Ronan reminded Katie and Carolina slightly: "You two, be careful not to act alone."

Carolina glanced at Ronan, the photographer is not bad.

Before the car entered the town, it crossed a stone bridge, and the river flowed under the bridge, crystal clear.

In the distance from the cliff, you can see a waterfall falling, and there seems to be a big pool under the waterfall.

Not far from the bridge, there are typical American-style single-family houses on both sides of the road. Many people are staring at the convoy curiously. For such a dilapidated town, it is quite rare for so many foreigners to come at once.

The motorcade stopped in front of the three-story building with the sign of Parker's Bar. Ronan was the photographer, so he didn't have to deal with trivial matters. The motorcade had a special person in charge of negotiation.

But the local sheriff came over with his assistants to inquire about the situation.

The magistrate looks to be 60 years old, and the assistant seems to be over 50 years old, and one leg is not very convenient.

The two guns on their waists were a bit of a deterrent.

Ronan observed carefully, most of the people in the town were older, and there were relatively few young people.

After negotiating with the bar over there, Ronan followed the big team into the bar. As a heavyweight member of the team, he, Ping Qi, a costumer, a stylist and two models lived on the third floor with better conditions, and the rest lived in the bar. at first floor.

Pingqi was quite responsible for his work, he packed his luggage, and immediately called Ronan and the stylist to go to see the location of the filming.

Driving into an uninhabited area is like entering a ghost town.

There are obviously houses and buildings, but no one can be seen.

He raised the window glass evenly to block the flying dust, and asked Ronan, "Does it look like the end of the world?"

He asked the driver to stop and pointed to the collapsed building in front of him due to natural weathering: "Here, it's like a nuclear bomb exploded in the distance. People are gone, buildings collapsed, and after many years, weeds and wild animals have become the masters!"

The car gradually approached the abandoned factory area on the other side, which seemed to be a small ironworks. Ronan thought about it and said, "Go back and ask someone to go to the town to ask if they can borrow heavy motorcycles, old ones are fine, and the motorcycles can be paired with punk styles." , the photos taken will be particularly textured.”

Ping Qi said: "Good idea!"

The car went up the mountain along the potholed road, specifically to see the mine pits and waterfalls.

Standing on the cliff beside the waterfall pool, Ronan looked down and felt that the pool was dark and bottomless.

Ping Qi pointed: "The water plant in the town draws water from here. It is said that the water quality is very good."

After turning around and returning to the bar, I found that there were many more people in the bar. Many people in the town ran to the bar to contact the filming crew in the name of drinking.

Carolina sat at a table by the wall, winked at Ronan, and invited, "Have a drink?"

Ronan fit Duke's personality perfectly, so he left Ping Qi alone, went to sit opposite Carolina, and ordered a glass of beer.

Carolina asked in a low voice: "Have you found the perverted murderer?"

Ronan's answer was unconventional: "I plan to use the lens to make you a punk doomsday killer when I shoot tomorrow."

Before, people frequently came to strike up a conversation with Carolina. When Ronan sat here, those people felt ashamed and stopped harassing them.

Carolina joked: "Then I will ask the magazine to increase the money!"

Ronan talked nonsense in Duke's way: "In matters of art, it is better to talk less about money, and talk too much to affect creation."

Carolina has a completely different point of view: "Artists always have to eat. Those of us who work with artists not only want to have enough food, but also want to live a better life."

She lowered her voice and asked, "How much can you earn from this order?"

Ronan approached, his voice also lowered: "The contract stipulates that you can't say it." He was like a photographer attracted by beauty: "But if you ask, it doesn't matter, [-] dollars."

"Look, this is the gap. I only have $5000." Carolina shrugged, "I earn a month, not as much as you."

Ronan continued to babble: "I'm also highly invested. Do you know how much I spent practicing photography since I was a child?"

To be precise, it cost a life.

No, it's the life of a vampire.

He asked: "I remember that you have subsidies when you leave the army?"

Carolina said: "How can that amount of money be enough for a woman in the fashion industry?"

Ronan nodded: "Are you short of money?"

Carolina was recruited by the Special Affairs Bureau precisely because of money: "Models eat youth food, I can see it very clearly, if I don't please some people, if I don't go to some fashion parties, I won't be a famous model, maybe I will live a few years later." For [-], I couldn't make $[-] a month."

Ronan heard that Ping Qi had said a lot about the fashion industry, and that the model industry was more chaotic than the Hollywood entertainment industry.

He could only say: "This kind of thing also depends on the opportunity. If you meet a good opportunity, you may stand out."

Carolina shook her head: "Maybe there is such a one-in-a-million chance, but the goddess of luck may not favor me. I participated in the Victoria's Secret selection last year and was eliminated in the first round."

Ronan was surprised: "Your conditions are very good! Carolina, I don't mean anything else. It's just a professional discussion. Your figure is good and the standard of steps is the top among the models I have ever seen."

Carolina said: "You know too little about this circle. These are the basic conditions for success, but not the key. Let's put it this way, I was eliminated because I refused the interviewer to measure my body by hand."

Ronan acted very gossip: "I've heard people talk about it."

Carolina lowered her voice: "It's an open secret that Victoria's Secret's male executives touch the private parts of the interview models. Letting the models go to their residences to hold parties is just the most basic condition for getting admission tickets."

The two chatted about gossip in the fashion circle, then returned to the third floor to prepare for tomorrow's work.

　It's the last day of this month, brothers who still have a monthly pass in hand, please give some.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)