my beauty world

Chapter 222 I'm Not a Demon (7000)

After breakfast, Ronan took out the transparent spar, took a few photos, and sent Thomas a MMS.

This thing came from someone in the church system, and Thomas probably knew it.

Not long after, Thomas called and asked, "Is that thing in your hand?"

Ronan said, "It's right here with me."

Thomas was a little excited: "This is the holy crystal, the legendary relic left behind by the angels when they returned to heaven."

Ronan thought of Jocelyn and Clary, a mother and daughter with angelic blood.

Thomas said on the phone again: "The holy crystal can greatly strengthen the holy art, and it is also a key item for the advancement of the church system. If you have no other use, can you resell it to me?"

The exorcist priest has money in his hands, and his last experience in Montana made him eager to strengthen his own strength, but he said directly: "This thing is rare in the Vatican, and it is extremely valuable!"

Ronan pondered for a while and said, "Give me $500 million."

Thomas immediately replied: "No, 1000 million US dollars, I will give it to you next time we meet."

This thing just happens to be available for a fraction of the price, but most of the time, there is no market for it.

"Yes." Ronan asked again: "Can you see which angel's remnant it is?"

Thomas shook his head: "I can't see it, but someone in the Vatican should know about it, or have relevant records."

Ronan put Shengjing away: "We'll talk about it next time we meet."

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St. Louisiana, New Orleans.

After hanging up the phone, Thomas got into the car, wiped the sticky saliva from his beard, and said to Mad Bull Bill who was driving: "Let's go!"

Bill started the car, turned out of Sex Street, and asked, "I'm right, it's so simple and trouble-free."

Thomas was deeply touched: "When I was in Montana, I tried my best to please people, and I tried my best to make others comfortable. Do whatever you can to make me happy."

Bill gave Thomas a thumbs up: "Man, you have realized the truth!"

Thomas seemed to be still thinking about it: "The technology here is also good, not so hypocritical! I understand why you like Sexy Street, the girls here are amazing!"

With lessons learned from the past, Bill still reminded: "Just remember to enjoy it, don't think too much, let alone waste your feelings, what they like is your money."

Thomas nodded: "I understand, I understand, it's enough to be some once."

The car drove out of the city along the main street.

The two had just received a commission. Emma, ​​Julia's niece next door, followed her classmates to search for witches in the Zuckerman Swamp and disappeared.

Many children were missing. The police and nearby townspeople conducted a dragnet search, but found no clues.

The Chuckman Swamp is also called the Ghost Swamp locally. Legend has it that it was once cursed by a witch. In the past few years, people always entered the swamp and never came out. There were even rumors that the village disappeared overnight at the end of World War II.

Thomas did some basic understanding, and said: "The witch who entered the swamp is rumored to be Misty, who is said to be able to bring the dead back to life, but every time the dead is brought back to life, it is essentially a one-to-one replacement of life, that is, to save a life, you need to pay another. One life, and also good at using natural spells."

Mad Bull Bill understood: "So, the swamp is her home field."

"It's just a rumor, not necessarily true," Thomas said.

"Hey, how many rumors have turned into facts in the end." Bill has also experienced some things: "The Feathered Serpent God is also a rumor."

Thomas said: "Don't worry, my professional system is the nemesis of all darkness."

Bill repeats the old saying: "The Catholic Church, darker than most darkness."

Thinking of the experience in Los Angeles, Thomas couldn't refute it.

The car moved away from the city and gradually approached the swamp area.

As he got deeper, Bill kept looking at both sides of the road. This place gave people a gloomy feeling from the inside out.

The trees in the swamp are tall and dense, and each tree looks like a monster that wants to eat people. It is frightening and sweating. It is simply the natural background for ghosts in horror movies.

There was no road ahead, so Bill stopped the car and asked Thomas, "Are you sure you want to enter this kind of place?"

Thomas got out of the car, went to the dark compartment under the rear seat, took out a shotgun and a mace, and said, "If you want to do nothing all day, eat and drink, you can go back."

Bill also got out of the car, took out an AR-15, and said, "I am such a loyal person, how can I let you go in alone?"

He explored the way in front of his head: "I can't be a private soldier for the rest of my life. When you are fighting with others, I will cheer you up from behind?"

Thomas followed up: "This is an entrustment and self-discipline!"

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Manhattan, Central Park.

The severe cold after the snow could not stop the tourists from admiring the snow scenery, and on the frozen lake, skaters kept falling down.

Susie pulled down the cotton cap, and the white air she exhaled was steaming and floating upwards.

Looking at the children skating, she felt a bit of envy in her eyes.

When she was young, Susie also came here to skate under the leadership of Bill.

But everything changed after the parent's bizarre car accident.

Now that her parents passed away and Bill died, Susie didn't have much attachment to this world, she just wanted to avenge her parents and seek justice for the Sioux.

Even a little bit of justice.

On the high platform in the distance, a person in a cashmere coat appeared.

Susie strode over there.

This Russian is just a tool she uses to achieve her goal!
The serious consequences of achieving the goal are completely out of Susie's consideration.

All the way to the platform, Susie saw Ronan and said, "You are very punctual."

Ronan walked to a place where he could observe his surroundings: "I've always been punctual." He asked directly, "Did you find anything?"

Susie said in a low voice: "There are some, I can confirm now, what kind of dark sacrificial ceremony is the dance rehearsed by the head Blanco."

Ronan glanced at her.

"That great existence recently taught me some knowledge." Susie pointed to the end: "It was created by the three mother gods revered by the ancient Germans, and its function is life replacement!"

She simply explained: "It is to replace the soul of another dying person into the person who leads the sacrifice, that is, my body."

Ronan heard from Igor roughly that the existence watching Susie was one of the three mother goddesses of sighing, darkness and sorrow.

"Blanco is in good health, isn't she?" Ronan asked.

Susie said: "It's not her. I checked quietly. The underground of the dance troupe's residence is empty, and someone is hiding under it." She did a lot of work after rehearsals: "I used the excuse of learning dance theory to read There are many books in the dance company, and a person was found, very similar to the fallen witch you described."

Ronan frowned: "Who?"

Susie said quickly: "The person who founded this dance troupe is called Mrs. Kitty. She was born in the 19th century. She was a chemist during World War I, the kind who studied poison gas weapons, and later hid. She once opened a brothel during World War II. Specially entertaining the crispy officer, according to the records of the dance troupe, she helped the Allied forces collect intelligence, but I found many inconsistencies and did not match at all, I guess she is most likely a female Nasquick."

Ronan couldn't see anyone, so he could only guess that if a banshee like the **** banshee fully fits the characteristics of a fallen banshee.

Susie's words continued: "After World War II, Katie disappeared. Her daughter Blanco and son-in-law Joseph established this dance company, and you know everything after that."

Ronan asked: "Do you think Katie is hiding underground? Are you going to hold a dark ceremony to gain new life with your body?"

"Yes!" Susie simply explained: "Blanco's requirements for rehearsal are extremely strict, and the investment is beyond imagination. Even the most fanatical dancer can't do it. If the person who is going to be replaced is Katie, everything will be said. It makes sense, it's her mother!"

She added: "If it's really Katie, it's the best chance to start the life replacement during the initiation ceremony."

Ronan thought of the danger warning from the dance troupe's residence, and asked, "Is there a way to confirm?"

Susie pondered for a while and said, "There is a person who may know the inside story. Her name is Mia. The old man of the dance troupe has reminded me several times."

Ronan thought for a while and said, "Don't act rashly, just keep an eye on her and see when she comes out of the dance troupe."

Susie knew that her risk of exposure would be less: "Yes."

Ronan asked: "The replacement ceremony is on the premiere day?"

"The premiere at the Lincoln Center for the Arts." Susie was able to confirm this, because the great existence behind her also needed it: "The replacement ceremony must be performed in full view, and in addition to the dance ceremony, a lot of fresh life is also required."

She said directly: "You'd better suggest that the higher-ups start a relationship and find a way to invite some important figures from the United States and New York to the premiere day, so that New York will fall into even greater chaos!"

Ronan nodded: "I will try."

The two exchanged a few more words in a low voice, and Susie left here first.

Ronan walked to the other side, heading out of Central Park.

The tooth of the vampire viscount has a clear goal, and it is in the hands of Hubbard, the leader of Mensa.

The Fallen Banshee has no other clues for the time being, and the only possible target is the Joseph Dance Company.

After leaving Central Park, Ronan drove to Wall Street and entered Osment Company.

"I'm looking for Mr. Jordan Belfort." Ronan said to the beautiful front desk lady, "I have an appointment with him."

The front desk called and said, "Please wait in the lounge."

Ronan followed her into the lounge, and after waiting for a while, he saw Jordan Belfort, with his hair combed and smooth, sending the client out.

That client Ronan knows, Hollywood star Leonardo!

Ronan was curious, so he couldn't help listening carefully to what they had to say.

"You can rest assured when you invest in Almont Company, Leo." Jordan Belfort said with a very reliable look: "I promise, with a minimum return of 15.00% per month, your investment of 1000 million US dollars will double your profit in half a year at most !"

Leonardo said: "I'm here because of your energy and the name of the wolf of Wall Street, don't let me down!"

Jordan laughed: "Wall Street has invested in more than [-] companies in Osment, with a total investment of hundreds of millions. If I can't bring profits, will they invest in me?"

Leonardo took his investment advisor and left Osment Company contentedly.

As soon as the person left, Jordan immediately entered the lounge, shook hands with Ronan, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, that big client has a big investment, so I kept you waiting."

This was someone sent by the big boss. Jordan didn't dare to neglect, and hurriedly took him to his reception room.

The office of Osment Company is spacious and decorated in a very elegant style. With hundreds of employees, it is a formal company no matter how you look at it.

Ronan knew that Jess was playing a financing scam of drumming and passing flowers, but it was only aimed at rich people.

This method is not new, but there are always a large number of people investing.

Ronan cut to the chase: "I heard that you are an official member of Mensa and have received an invitation letter for the annual Christmas event?"

Jordan said: "How can I miss this kind of high-level activity?" He understood very well: "Could it be that you are also interested?"

Ronan said directly: "Think of a way, get me an invitation letter."

Hearing that the big boss had faintly revealed his identity, Jordan had some guesses in his heart, and asked tentatively, "She knows?"

Ronan frowned and asked, "Didn't she call you?"

"It's done." Jordan thought for a while, and felt that this matter should not be too involved, and asked the big boss again: "Give me two days, and I will give it to you after the weekend."

Christmas is coming soon, and Ronan is going to sneak into Mensa's annual activities.

Leaving Wall Street, I drove to Midtown Manhattan.

I deliberately came to the vicinity of the Mensa clubhouse to check the surrounding situation again.

Some preparations must be made.

For example, if the operation goes well or not, you need to retreat in time.

Susie could make a big fuss!

Ronan would not stop, and even wanted to help.

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Midtown Manhattan, Mensa Business Club.

The main entrance began to be decorated, adding a lot of Christmas elements. Next to the newly piled snowman, a tall Christmas tree was erected.

On the glass window, Santa Claus is posted.

But if you look closely, these Santa Clauses are not common styles on the market.

Some of them were clearly women in Christmas costumes.

"See, this is the headquarters of Mensa."

Parked on the lift truck on the side of the door, Jonathan finished pasting the portrait, pulled up his hat, revealing a few strands of blond hair, and said to Campbell: "Joseline has received the invitation letter, and the annual event of the Mensa Church is here. held."

Campbell curled his fingers and tapped the glass window lightly: "The windows are all made of reinforced bullet-proof and blast-proof glass, and the walls are very thick."

Jonathan turned around and pointed to the building not far away: "From there, shoot with a rope gun, and then we will zipline over."

Campbell nodded slightly: "It can be used as a plan."

Jonathan directed the people below to move the elevator, and at the same time signaled with his eyes: "There is a side door to the east. Do you see the trucks pulling the goods? The trucks are all unloading here."

Campbell said, "The defense is relatively tight. Did you see that the five people standing at the door have weapons under their clothes, which should be pistols."

Jonathan said: "Once the gunshots are fired, it is easy to cause chaos. This is Midtown Manhattan. It is difficult for us to control the speed of the police coming."

Campbell added: "Not only the police and the FBI, but also the New York branch of the Secret Service, which is a government organization that specializes in supernatural and paranormal events."

Jonathan nodded: "We need to control all the entrances and exits as soon as possible, and shield the electronic signals."

"That's not necessary." Campbell said: "Joscelyn mentioned that mobile phones and any electronic products are not allowed to be carried during the event. We only need to destroy the nearby communication switches."

Below, a young and beautiful woman came out of the clubhouse with a red scarf, trying to wrap it around the snowman's neck.

The snowman was piled too high for her to reach.

Clary, who was wearing a work uniform, brought over a ladder and said, "Use this."

"Thank you." The beautiful woman smiled at her, and went up the ladder to wrap a scarf around the snowman.

Just as Clary wanted to inquire about the specific situation, his cell phone rang suddenly, so he hurriedly found a quiet place to connect.

"Are you going to attack Mensa?" A familiar voice came from the phone.

Clary immediately looked around, but didn't find the man, and asked quickly, "Where are you?"

In the restaurant on the second floor across the road, Ronan reminded: "Are you here to investigate the situation? Don't look around, stay calm, don't be so curious, you came out to perform the mission without much training?"

Clary is young and energetic, but he is not convinced: "People always need time to learn and grow, and I am not born to understand this!"

Ronan said, "When do you plan to act?"

"You're also eyeing the Mensa religion?" Clary saw Ronan fighting that day. This man is extremely powerful and can be used as an aid. The two sides have already cooperated: "Shall we talk face to face?"

Ronan directly refused: "No, I will talk to your mother or Hodge."

Clary got angry for a while: "You always do this, you run out of people, and then throw them aside! You didn't do that!"

"beep--"

The phone over there is hung up!
Clary was furious, the little girl lost her temper, and then pressed the callback button, thinking that this time I will be the first to hang up on you!
"Beep! Beep—"

If they didn't give her a chance, they just refused!

Clary was so angry that the angel rune in his hand was about to flash, and he managed to suppress his temper that was about to lose control: "I want to talk to you again, my name is not Clary!"

On the other side, Ronan came out of the restaurant after dinner and called Hodge: "I heard that you are planning to attack Mensa? When you have time, let's talk."

"Telephone communication is the same." The two sides have a basis for cooperation, and Hodge thinks this person will be a help.

The two sides quickly exchanged views on Mensa's annual Christmas Eve event and reached agreement on many aspects.

Hodge feels that Ronan has nothing to do with demons or devils, and is not an enemy of Shadow Hunters.

Ronan knows the philosophy and goals of the Shadow Hunters. It is hard to say that a dark nemesis like him is far away, at least in the Mensa religion, it will not conflict with the Shadow Hunters.

After the communication, Ronan thought about it, there should be no problem?

Back in Nassau County, we met Jess, and the two began to prepare for the evening.

Tonight, in the underground world of New York, there is a fair for the extraordinary circle.

The Raven Bomb was bought by Ronan from the underground trading market, and he planned to try his luck there.

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Secret Service, New York Branch.

Scarface took a technical survey report and entered the office.

"Is there any good news?" Jay asked.

Scarface handed the report to Jay and said, "All the bloodstains and fingerprints collected at the scene have been compared with DNA, and there is no corresponding data."

He went on to say: "The feedback from the intelligence team is that the owner of the villa is Katzenberg, the vice president of the New York Jewish Chamber of Commerce. Our people went to Katzenberg, and he said that it was a vacation villa in summer, and it would not be in winter." Live by the sea and have been vacant for months."

"The Jew is lying." In the corner of the office, Balthazar, who was sitting in front of the computer and playing online games, interrupted suddenly: "As early as hundreds of years ago, everyone from old people to children to women, even fools and idiots, knew that Jewish You are a liar, you can't believe a word!"

Jay spread her hands, trying to retort, because she was Jewish.

Without raising his head, Balthazar continued, "This society is really evil. They have been exonerated and become a model for society. The hell is really empty, and the devil is in the world."

Jay walked over, pressed the monitor screen, and asked, "Master, you are a consultant, and you must give some constructive advice."

"I still have professional ethics for doing things with money." Balthazar lifted his strange face and reminded again: "Don't forget the agreement we signed, find Ronan the Destroyer as soon as possible."

Jay said: "The Secret Service, the FBI, and the CIA have been looking for it all the time. Don't worry, if you have any clues about him, you will be notified as soon as possible."

Balthazar nodded and said, "This case is actually not difficult. Let me tell you that you have a problem with your thinking. You still use the methods of the FBI and the police to investigate the case. It's not that you can't do it, but Chaofan has its own characteristics."

He slapped his head: "Yes, I almost forgot, your New York branch has just opened for business, and you are not familiar with many things in New York."

Scarface came over: "Master, are you talking about extraordinary?"

"Yes! Transcendent! Transcendents in New York!" Balthazar said: "The case of the villa was obviously done by Transcendents, and there were a huge number of Transcendents! New York, the center of the world, is very attractive. There are quite a few Transcendents here, but it's not too many to dispatch dozens of them at once."

Jay thought of an organization: "Continental Hotel?" She shook her head first: "The killers of Continental Hotel are not of this style, they mainly use guns."

Scarface thought of Balthazar's mention of the Holy Art, and asked, "Is it the Church?"

Balthazar turned off the game: "It's not impossible. If we really want to talk about which supernatural power in New York is the biggest, we don't count you, it must be the church, but the church has been very low-key these years, and it will probably notify the authorities if something happens. Do it yourself."

Jay thought that this person had been in New York for many years, and he was a powerful mage himself, so he asked, "Master, what other extraordinary forces are there in New York?"

After Balthazar said this, he prepared to help: "This weekend, there will be an underground fair in the superhuman circle in New York. I will take the two of you to have a look. Observe for yourself and find clues. You are better than me."

Jay and Scarface looked at each other, nodded and said, "Yes."

If there is an opportunity, some people can be recruited into the Secret Affairs Bureau.

Now that the Bureau of Special Affairs is independent from the Department of Homeland Security, it will have a separate budget in the future. The general is still trying to find ways to make money. The funds are still sufficient for the time being, but the manpower is insufficient.

Even if there are strengthened fighters, there is still not enough cannon fodder.

After all, the United States is very big, and the Special Affairs Bureau's goal is not limited to the United States.

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New York, The Continental Hotel.

Compared with other hotels in the same area, the business here is deserted, and only members come in and out occasionally.

But every time a reward appears in the lobby, someone enters the countdown to death.

On the top floor of the hotel, Caron pushed open the door of the manager's room, came to Winston, and said, "There is definite news that Jocelyn and Clary have returned to their apartment in the Upper East Side."

Winston shook the wine glass slowly: "The news came a bit late, so it's no longer needed."

Cuarón did not understand what Winston meant.

Winston said: "This judge, like the previous female judge, lost contact."

Caron asked, "Need me to send someone to investigate?"

"No need." Winston raised his fingers and shook: "We have news from the inside of the police station that there was a fight at the sea view villa of Katzenberg, the vice president of the Jewish Chamber of Commerce, which may involve dozens of people. The case Handed over to the Secret Service."

Caron realized the seriousness of the problem: "Dozens of Templar knights, including a third-rank knight, were wiped out at once! Who did it? Could it be that the church took action?"

Winston sipped the wine, stood up and walked to the window, looking at St. Patrick's Cathedral in the distance: "It's not the church, it should be other forces. How long have we been in New York? The same ancient forces are hidden here."

Cuaron asked, "What do we do next? Jocelyn and Clary..."

Winston quickly made a decision: "Take back all the birds that were investigating these two people! We have already followed the judge's request, and the news cannot be delivered to them. The rest has nothing to do with us."

He has always wanted the New York Continental Hotel to change its surname to Winston, and the staff of the hotel has long been his staff: "The High Table sent people from thousands of miles away to arrest them, but they didn't tell the specific reason. There is something wrong with the mother and daughter, and there may be something wrong behind it." We must avoid direct conflicts, and the incident at the high table has nothing to do with us at the Continental Hotel in New York."

Caron picked up the phone and sent a message directly.

Winston stared at New York and said, "Do you have the feeling that something is going to happen here? The fact that the judge lost contact makes me very uneasy."

Caron wondered, "Because the judge died?"

"More than that." Winston suddenly ordered: "Caron, install monitoring and alarm equipment on all the load-bearing columns of the hotel, and organize 24-hour patrols."

"Are you worried about someone coming in and planting a bomb?" Cuarón asked.

Winston said: "I don't want to be Antonio in Rome, and I don't want this hotel to collapse. This is our home."

"This is New York, not Rome." Cuaron has a kind of pride as a New Yorker, which is carved into his bones, but he also understands the responsibility: "I will do it now."

Winston waved his hand: "Don't be careless."

Caron left the manager's room and immediately organized manpower to assign tasks.

The High Table could afford to lose the Continental Hotel, but Winston could not afford to lose it. This was the capital of his life.

New York, Secret Service Branch.

(End of this chapter)