my beauty world

Chapter 223 A Gift to the Little Maid and Information from the Secret Service

The sky was getting dark, and in the living room of the villa in Nassau County, Ronan was sorting out the items that might be used tonight.

Mainly cash and gold.

Ronan didn't want to continue to scum, so he transferred a sum of money to Jess's Swiss bank account and asked her to transfer a large amount of cash through Jordan Belfort's company.

Jess packed stacks of cash into her suitcase and said, "The deals happen sporadically and change places, sometimes in the complex sewer network, sometimes in small towns around New York. I've been there twice, The things sold there are very messy, the trade organizers sometimes sell high-value magic items, and dollars and gold are the hard currencies in the market."

After loading the money, she closed the suitcase: "However, some people like to barter. The magic power has disappeared for hundreds of years, and things on the extraordinary side are relatively rare. Many people are not short of money."

Ronan said, "Go and see first."

He has a lot of magical items in his hand, such as the knight sword he just got, the white ghost's katana sword and the Sioux's totem stick.

There are also many magic gems.

First, they robbed some that the Secret Service Bureau had escorted through the Blackwater Company, and then got a batch from the Akasha treasure house.

Jess received a message from Bowery at this time, glanced at Ronan and said, "Let's go."

Ronan had already put away his things, made a disguise with Jess, and each took a common mask on the market.

When entering the market, you can wear a mask or a hood as long as you want.

The two drove out, changed vehicles at the safe house, left downtown New York, walked all the way north, and came to the small town of Enyako.

This small town is surrounded by mountains and lakes. There are large villas by the lake, but there are almost no houses on the side of the mountain. There is a very old forest farm, and the trade fair is in the forest farm.

When Ronan and Jess arrived, dozens of cars were parked in the open space at the entrance of the forest farm, and people entered the forest farm one after another.

Before getting out of the car, the two of them put on their masks and put on the black robe that Jess had prepared to cover up their figure.

Ronan wore an exaggerated skull mask with a pointed chin and a pointed hood in a black robe, making him look like a serial killer.

Jess wore a clown mask and carried a suitcase full of cash.

At the gate of the forest farm, masks and black robes are sold here, and the prices are exaggeratedly expensive.

A burly man wearing a monkey mask stopped them and said, "Two tickets, $5000."

This place sells tickets, and the tickets are ridiculously expensive.

Jess paid the money and entered the forest farm with Ronan. In the open space in the middle of the forest farm, a lot of light poles and open tents were temporarily pulled up, and there was a booth under most of the tents.

This land is as big as a football field, and the core area is several large wooden houses.

Jess said in a low voice: "The transaction organizer will sell valuables in the wooden house every time, and the participants can also take out their own things to trade, but they will charge [-]% of the transaction proceeds."

Ronan nodded and asked softly, "Who is behind the scenes?"

This underground trading market doesn't look like a big one, but when it comes to transcendence, it's not something ordinary people can do.

Jess was wearing a mask, but her speech was smoother than usual: "I checked, but I didn't find it. Bowery guessed that the church or other powerful secret organization was behind it."

The stalls sell old stuff, or at least look old.

Ronan looked at some, similar to the old world flea market or cultural market, most of them are artificially made old things.

Even if it is a real antique, it is of no use to him.

The trade fair at the wooden house hadn't started yet, so Ronan looked around and finally found something of interest at a booth under a big tent.

It was a wooden stake about [-] centimeters in diameter and more than one meter long.

The stall owner was a middle-aged man of mixed race, without any disguise.

When Ronan came closer, he found a metal cage behind the stake, and there was a groundhog the size of a palm in the cage.

This thing stood on two feet, tilted its upper body, and kept rolling its black eyes.

Ronan glanced at it, and the groundhog gave him a feeling that it was more spiritual than the raven back then.

This seems to be a magical animal with only spirituality.

Ronan was able to verify!

Mind's Eye: Communicate with a spiritual animal and let it be your second pair of eyes.

Activate the eyes of the mind, because the distance is very close, Ronan immediately sensed the consciousness of the groundhog. After a simple communication, the field of vision changed instantly, and a large black stake blocked the line of sight.

Ronan was sure there was no mistake, and when he heard footsteps, he quickly cut off contact.

The middle-aged man of mixed race came over at this time, but he was quite cold, he didn't speak, just looked at Ronan and Jess.

A skull mask, a clown with a big red mouth, looks a little creepy at night.

Ronan didn't talk nonsense, pointed to the black stake, and asked, "Can I touch it?"

The half-breed nodded and said simply: "Yes."

Ronan touched the stake, and the feeling of the touch told him that it was a piece of wood infiltrated by magic.

Jess took a step forward, fearing that the light would be too dark, like a sensible little assistant, she turned on a strong flashlight, shone it on the wooden grain, and asked the black man, "What kind of material is this?"

The half-breed didn't say a word more: "North American walnut."

Ronan asked, "How much is this piece of wood and that groundhog?"

The mixed-race held out five fingers: "50 dollars!"

Ronan used to counter-offer: "It's too expensive, I'll take $[-]."

The half-blood turned his gaze away, unwilling to talk to Ronan again.

Assistant Jess went online again, immediately opened the suitcase, took out five stacks of cash, and handed them directly to the mixed-race middle-aged man.

Ronan looked at Jess.

Jess said softly, "This is a seller's market."

Ronan understood the meaning of this. It has only been a few years since the recovery of magic power, and there are relatively few things with magic power or spirituality.

The half-breed quickly counted the money, made sure there was no problem, pointed to the wooden stake and the cage, and motioned for Ronan and the two to take it by themselves, as if they didn't want to say anything more.

Jess lifted the stake very consciously, and the hand that was holding the suitcase was going to take the groundhog cage.

Ronan said, "I'll do it."

He lifted the cage, saw no one around, took out a small piece of barbecue, and threw it to the groundhog.

I don't know if it didn't grow up, but the groundhog is smaller than normal.

But the moment after catching the barbecue, it showed sharp teeth!

Ronan took a look. This groundhog must be a good burrower.

As for this piece of North American black walnut, it can be used to make double voodoo dolls and earthbound totems.

The wooden house in the center of the trading field, the lights on the roof flicker.

Jess said, "The deal over there is about to start."

Ronan walked towards the cabin.

The wooden house is not too big. If you want to enter, you need to buy another ticket. The price of a single ticket is as high as [-] US dollars!

The power to open a transaction can earn a lot from tickets alone.

I just don't know if the IRS will ask them to collect taxes.

Ronan and Jess came late, and Jess bought a ticket and went into the cabin, where more than a dozen people sat.

Obviously, the $[-] ticket blocked many people.

This is also a customer screening.

The two found chairs and sat down.

Ronan's eyes quickly swept across the audience, and he found an acquaintance!
There was a heavyset woman and a scarred man without masks.

Ronan knew the former, Miss Jay from the Special Affairs Bureau.

The latter heard from Carolina that she was a Secret Service agent nicknamed Scarface.

They belong to the official staff and probably don't care about showing up, and don't need to hide their heads and tails.

Next to Miss Jay, there was a middle-aged man with long, greasy hair. The man had a strange appearance, and he might have Eastern European blood. He was actually somewhat similar to the arms dealer Yuri.

On this person's body, Ronan faintly felt the surge of magic power!

The Predator's vigilance told Ronan that this man was very powerful.

His eyes were swept away, but the middle-aged man immediately turned his head to look over, and what he saw were two masked men wrapped in black robes, and nothing special could be seen.

Ronan didn't seem to notice the middle-aged man's probing gaze, and continued to look around the audience.

Then, a strange person was found.

At first glance, it was a very handsome man.

But Ronan's eyes were sharp, and he immediately saw the essence through the disguise of the spell!

This is a woman, a woman with a very charming appearance and a dark and gloomy temperament.

There are a few more, like Ronan and Jess, with black robes covering their bodies and masks covering their faces.

The door was closed at this time, and a cat-faced masked figure in a gray robe came out from another room and stood on a small platform in the wooden house.

"Everyone from the Chaofan side, welcome to the trading field." The cat face said without any nonsense, "This time, we only have one commission."

He took out a round badge the size of a coin from his pocket, placed it on the wooden platform obliquely facing the crowd, and turned on the light to let everyone see clearly.

Many people showed disappointment.

This stuff is unremarkable.

Ronan took a closer look, and raised his hand to touch the badge under the clothes on his chest!

On the stage is an almost identical badge!

Mage Badge!

Ronan had only seen it twice, the other from Modi, at Ilsa's.

The little mage Carolina said that space-type magic items are extremely rare. Except for a few families with a long history that may have stocks, only high-level alchemists can make them, and their skills are almost lost. Sure.

There should be more!Because Ronan discovered that the badge was almost brand new.

"Everyone, this is a mage badge, which stores magical items in space." The cat-faced masked man said at this time: "This is the masterpiece of an alchemist, and he may be the only master in the world who can make such equipment."

The people below started talking immediately.

This thing, if it is useful, is really convenient.

But for many people, it doesn't work either.

Ronan's ears pricked up, and he subconsciously went to listen to the movement of the Secret Service.

I heard the greasy middle-aged man say to Jay: "This thing is very rare... the work of a master, it is very difficult to make. If you have the conditions, you'd better buy it."

Ronan couldn't help frowning, because he clearly heard the middle-aged man say a name, but he didn't know what that name was.

How is this going?

Jay remembered the terrorist attack in Washington, and said in a low voice: "Master Balzersar, someone used heavy weapons in Washington, and this kind of magical equipment can transport thermal weapons?"

Balthazar said: "Of course, non-living objects are fine."

Jay stared at the badge immediately, unable to let it slip.

And this trading organization, what forces are behind it?
That master alchemist, it is best to be in the hands of the United States.

If not, it is a threat to the security of the United States, and the incident in Washington cannot be repeated.

It's a pity that Balthazar can't tell the name and address...

"Ask a question!" Suddenly someone asked, but it was the woman disguised as a man: "How big is it inside?"

The man with the cat face mask said, "It's less than three cubic meters." He looked around the room and said, "Everyone, the starting price is 800 million dollars, or it can be exchanged for magic items of similar value."

This price immediately made many people shake their heads.

The man with the cat face mask said: "There is a note pad in front of you, you can write your bid or exchange items on it, if the client is interested, we will discuss it with you in detail."

The woman picked up a pen and wrote $1000 million directly on the pad.

Jay thought for a while, and picked up the pen and pad.

She doesn't have any magic items or anything like that.

Originally, the Special Affairs Bureau harvested some magic gems in the Middle East, but they were robbed in Mexico when the Blackwater Company escorted them.

Five or six people were not interested.

For some people, three cubic meters is a matter of a few suitcases, and some of them are working under their hands.

Valuables can be stored in Swiss banks, which are convenient and safe.

But there are quite a few people who are interested, and seven or eight people picked up the notepad one after another.

Ronan encountered space-type magic equipment again, so he naturally didn't want to let it go, especially looking around.

Jess has many advantages, she is hard-working, has no complaints, and can make money.

A few days ago, the holy crystal I picked up was given away without saying a word.

Ronan thought about giving some rewards, but a scumbag idea popped up at that time...

Rewarding Jess with the money he earns is kind of scumbag.

Ronan picked up a pen and wrote on the pad: Magic Gem!

Soon, someone took away the pad, and the cat mask left with a badge.

After a while, someone came out and came straight to Ronan: "Sir, this way please."

Ronan nodded, handed the groundhog to Jess, and followed them into the room.

The door closed, and there was only one person in the cat face mask, and the badge was placed on the table in front of him.

When Ronan sat across from him, he asked, "Sir, how many magic gems do you have?"

Ronan took out the emerald from Valentine from his pocket: "I only have this one."

The cat face mask shook his head: "With all due respect, one is not enough to take away this badge."

Ronan still said, "I only have one."

The voice of the cat face mask turned indifferent: "Then there is no way."

The magic gem is just an introduction to attract the other party. Ronan still has a lot in his hand, but compared to gems, he thinks that dollars are more cost-effective: "I can use cash as compensation."

The cat face mask said directly: "Another $1500 million, or two magic gems."

Money is at a premium, but magic gems are rare.

Ronan asked, "Swiss bank transfer?"

The cat face mask said, "Yes."

Ronan said, "Shall I see the goods?"

The cat face mask nodded: "Yes."

Ronan did a little inspection and confirmed that there was no problem. He immediately contacted the Swiss bank and transferred 1500 million US dollars from the unregistered account to the account provided by the cat face mask.

The cat face mask handed the badge to Ronan: "The thing is yours."

Ronan put it in his pocket without any extra words, left the room, beckoned to Jess, and the two went straight out of the cabin.

The rest of the people all looked at them.

Jay got up: "I'll go talk to them."

She immediately chased it out.

Ronan and Jess didn't stay long, and walked towards the parking lot on the spot, preparing to return to New York.

Someone followed from behind.

Jess turned around and found that it was a woman in the wooden house. She quickly put her things into the trunk of the car and was ready to draw her gun.

Miss Jay caught up: "Two, please wait, can I take a moment of your time?"

Ronan stopped, wanting to see what the Secret Service was doing, and asked, "Who are you? We don't seem to know each other."

Jay took out his business card and handed it to Ronan: "Jay, Director of the New York Branch of the Federal Special Affairs Bureau, who are you?"

Ronan babbled, "I'm a skeleton and she's a clown."

Jay said directly: "The Special Affairs Bureau is recruiting talents from all over the world, and the remuneration is good. I wonder if the two of you are interested?"

Ronan asked: "Are you recruiting people with extraordinary abilities?"

Jay didn't deny it: "Yes."

Ronan was talking nonsense: "The two of us are just ordinary people, and we don't have extraordinary abilities. We came here just out of curiosity, and bought some weird things for collection."

How could Jay believe this kind of nonsense: "Don't you listen to the preferential treatment from the Secret Service?"

Ronan said: "I only care about what to pay? Ma'am, I know the style of the authorities very well. You came to invite me because you saw that I bought the badge. What you fancy is not the two of us, but the badge." .”

Being told, Jay was not at all embarrassed, and said very seriously: "That badge is related to an important case that the Bureau of Special Affairs is handling, please be sure to transfer it to the Bureau of Special Affairs, and we will pay the corresponding compensation. You will get the friendship of the Secret Service."

This is said, as if such and such will get the friendship of the United States.

Ronan was not interested in the friendship of the Special Affairs Bureau: "I paid a great price to get this badge. You can't say that it has a lot to do with it, so I will give it to you? Isn't this a democratic and free America?"

Having said that, his tone suddenly changed: "Of course, as a law-abiding American citizen, if I encounter extraordinary incidents, I will report to the Special Affairs Bureau as soon as possible. Ma'am, can you give me a contact information?"

Jess, who is familiar with Ronan, knows what Ronan wants to do as soon as he hears it. This person must be thinking of using the Secret Service as a weapon.

Jay has been in Afghanistan and Iraq for many years and has participated in countless anti-terrorist wars. General Hawke's style of doing things has always been to act when he sees his fancy.

But here and now, hands-on is not appropriate.

Jay took out his business card, handed it to Ronan, and said in a way that fit his own identity: "If you encounter extraordinary crimes or weird incidents, please report to the Special Affairs Bureau as soon as possible."

Ronan then gave her a clue without saying a word: "As far as I know, there are vampires hiding in the upper echelons of Wall Street and Washington, and they want to turn America into a country of vampires!"

Jay was slightly surprised: "Are you sure?"

"Very sure." Ronan and vampires have long been mortal enemies, but Lilith said that he would remember him, and her words were not shocking. "The vampires in America are connected with the vampires in Europe, and they seem to overthrow America!"

　Try to post another chapter today, and it may take afternoon or evening to code it out.

　　
　
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