my beauty world

Chapter 49 Paris Paris
The handsome old man fell to the ground, and Ilsa fell to the ground. She turned to look at Ronan, a little dissatisfied: "I have subdued him!"

Ronan replied with his usual brevity: "The dead are safe."

When I read silently and turned on my spirit vision, not many people died near the door, there were a few balls of red outside the door, and a ball of gold inside the laboratory!
Ronan scratched out with his left hand, and a few soul fragments appeared +1.

Eastern European faces are soul shards +3.

The big French nose is not dead, lying on the ground passed out.

Finally, the left hand turned to the corpse of the handsome old man, and a golden light flashed: the soul fragment of the ancient +1!

It is not a big surprise that there are soul fragments of the ancients.

Information flashed through my mind.

Soul fragments of the ancients +1: The soul fragments of low-level mages who survived the end of the Dharma Era. The magic power is slowly recovering, and the mages' degraded to insignificant strength has recovered.

There are others.

Greasy technique: Cover the object with a layer of greasy grease!The original spell owner often uses this spell in sports.

Ronan wondered, can this spell be used for sports?

Practice slipping?
But when he changed his mind, he suddenly understood.

Don't forget, Ronan is a man who has obtained 72 styles.

Type 72: The ability that former San Fernando Valley practitioners were proud of!

Ilsa put her fingers on the old handsome man's neck, making sure that he could not be rescued, and said again: "You just killed him like this."

Ronan didn't seem to hear it. He searched the handsome old man and found a gold badge the size of a one-dollar coin, with a pentagram emblem made of red, blue and green gemstones inlaid on it. It felt very unusual, and he couldn't tell where it was. , slipped it into his pocket.

Ilsa was very helpless: "Is your FBI so rough?"

Ronan didn't find anything else useful, so he said casually, "It's best for this kind of person to die."

Ilsa thought of the oven she had seen when she came here, and couldn't help but grit her teeth: "This group of beasts!"

Ronan looked at the old handsome guy's desk. There were some forms and a few documents on it. One of them was a driver's license issued by Aruba. The people on it looked like Anna from Hotel Sophia!
Taking a closer look, I was sure it was Anna.

Ronan's already gloomy heart sank again.

That's a good girl with a kind heart, she shouldn't die in such a dirty place!
Ronan seemed to have heard the voice of Anna reminding him that there were poisonous insects in the jungle before going out this morning.

On the other side was a girl lying on her knees, and there was a document on the table, which belonged to the girl on the ground, named Mickey.

Ronan went over and said to Mickey, "I'll let you go now, don't bark."

Mickey nodded repeatedly.

Ronan tore off Mickey's sealing tape casually.

This time it was a bit rough, Mickey cried out in pain, but thought of Ronan's warning, she quickly covered her mouth again.

Ronan took out Anna's driver's license, put it in front of Mickey, and asked directly, "Have you seen her before? Where is she?"

At the moment of questioning, I feel a little nervous. Does a good person end well?
Seeing that Mickey was very nervous, Ilsa knelt down to comfort her: "Don't be nervous, we are here to save you."

Seeing Ilsa, who is also a woman, Mickey's mood stabilized a little: "I...I know, Anna and I were arrested together, I listen...I listen to them, Anna, Ruby and Alison They are virgins, they sent them to Paris three hours ago, saying that they were... that they were used as raw materials for making perfume."

"Paris?" Ronan frowned: "The raw materials for making perfume?"

Reminiscent of the so-called oil produced here, the result of using it as a raw material for perfume may not be much better.

Mickey shook her head and nodded: "I heard what they said. They took Anna and the others away. I don't know how much more."

Ilsa patted Mickey on the back: "Go and find some clothes to put on." She looked at the driver's license in Ronan's hand: "Do you know her?"

When they met again in the workshop, Ronan's deepest impression on Ilsa was undoubtedly his cruelty.

She was a little surprised that she cared so much about a girl.

Ronan simply said: "Sophia Hotel owner's daughter, a very kind girl, I hope she is okay."

Speaking of this, he thought of the hanging corpses.

How could it be okay?

If a person falls into their hands, it is an extravagant hope to die happily!

Mickey found a piece of cloth to put on, and then said: "Please save Anna, save Ruby, save Alison, save Lena..."

Ilsa's stern face showed a bit of gentleness: "I will find a way."

Ronan remained silent and searched the laboratory.

There was a huge safe inside. Ronan found the key and opened it. He found a large number of experiment logs, which contained information on the so-called manual extraction technique, and only then did he know what these candles were used for.

Ilsa came over at this time and reached out to Ronan: "May I see that badge?"

"Huh?" Ronan was puzzled.

Ilsa said: "Let me see the emblem on it."

Ronan took it out, because he felt that the badge was unusual, but he just held it to let Ilsa look at the pentagram on it, and Ilsa said, "This is a mage."

The information obtained by the soul fragment has already fed back this point. Ronan was not surprised, but asked, "What's so special?"

Ilsa further said: "This is the first time I have seen a real mage. According to the records in the classics, mages are often knowledgeable and proficient in alchemy. Some battle mages are strong and good at fighting."

Ronan has seen voodoo witches, werewolves, and suspected vampires, and he has long been familiar with these supernatural things.

"You're not a London policeman!" Ronan said directly, "You know too much."

Ilsa also said: "You are not the FBI!"

Ronan put away the badge and said intentionally: "We have fought side by side, let's be honest, I am the CIA."

Ilsa felt as expected: "I am from MI[-], and I was ordered to investigate here."

Ronan rummaged through the inside of the safe and found dozens of passports, both male and female, all of them young.

After a brief look, the muscles at the corners of Ronan's mouth twitched again. Several of the passports came from the other side of the Pacific Ocean!
Damn!

The offal here is all be damned!
Ronan found two bags, put part of his passport and certificates into one of them, put them in the bag, and said to Ilsa, "I'll leave it to you here, let me lend you a dagger."

After receiving the dagger from Ilsa, Ronan went out of the laboratory door, found the dead giant chameleon, and skinned it roughly.

That strong appetite is only aimed at the skin of the giant chameleon.

Therefore, Ronan is very sure that this is one of the raw materials needed to be promoted as a predator: the skin of a giant chameleon.

Ilsa looked at Ronan suspiciously, thinking of the special nature of the monster, thinking that the CIA wanted to study it, so she searched for evidence without asking further questions.

Ronan peeled off the skin roughly, wrapped it in a bag and packed it up. He came to the comatose French Big Nose, avoided the vital arteries, and stabbed Big Nose's leg with a knife.

Big Nose woke up with a miserable howl. When he woke up, he looked at the laboratory first. When he saw Master Henry's body, he lost his composure.

Ronan looked at the big nose: "Is there any girl named Anna among the girls transported away?"

The big-nosed Lehman didn't speak.

Ronan didn't talk nonsense, he dragged his big nose and one leg into the laboratory, tied him to the shelf next to the candle, and pushed him onto the candle.

Ilsa covered Mickey's eyes: "You go out first."

Mickey held the door and walked out of the laboratory trembling.

Lehman was not blessed with the handmade grill carefully designed by Master Henry, and soon shouted: "I say! I say!"

Ronan was unmoved, and the number of times he was forced to question him, he knew that some people would not shed tears when they left the coffin.

Lehman yelled, "I say, I say, please, please, I say..."

Ronan pulled him back: "There is only one chance."

"There was a girl named Anna, and Sera let the mercenaries capture her from the island." Lehman could laugh and watch others burn, but he couldn't bear the oil on himself: "She and several other virgins, in more than three hours, Before, they were packed and transported by us, they will be transferred to the seaplane in the Gulf of Venezuela, then sent to French Guiana, and then transferred to Paris from Guyana, which will already be over the Atlantic Ocean.”

Ronan asked, "Where are you going to send it to Paris?"

Lehman glanced at the candle and said: "I will send it to the Albanian gang first, and they will take care of it temporarily, and then wait for Master Grenoye to send someone to inspect the product. Master Grenoye believes that the deodorant of a young virgin is the best for making top-grade perfumes." Those who can pass his inspection will become raw materials for perfume making, and those who cannot pass will be sent to the underground auction house for auction."

He burst into tears: "I'm not in charge over there, I can't ask more, I don't know where the Albanians' stockpiles and Master Grenoye are."

Ronan asked again: "These girls are the last?"

Lehman lowered his head, as if confessing: "All will die."

"How long?" Ronan asked.

"People need to do physical conditioning when they are sent there." Lehman said: "Under normal circumstances, Master Grenoye will start the selection on the fifth day after the goods arrive, and then..."

Ronan understood: "Five days."

Lehman trembled in fear: "Please, don't kill me, I'm just an employee of Obia Group, this business is done by Obia and those cosmetics groups, don't care about my business, really! I'm just a Little employee..."

Ronan continued to press until he had drained Lehman of everything he knew.

After leaving the laboratory and walking outside the workshop, Ronan turned on his vision and continued to harvest soul fragments.

In the state of spiritual vision, I saw countless green halos, some of which had faded to the point of collapsing. In the past few days alone, this workshop has swallowed up countless lives.

In the place where people were held, Ronan and Ilsa rescued many people.

Ronan also finds dynamite and oil barrels.

(End of this chapter)