Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 155
"Redskin boy, I said, can you stop for a while!"

Kate Kerrigan was speaking to the New York agents, and Anu N Rama was dangling behind him.

Especially his restless hands, touching this and hammering that from time to time, making some ping-pong-pong sounds, which made Kate Kerrigan look back a little unbearably.

Anu en Rama, the tall Hellboy, shrugged innocently and complained to the bald supervisor:

"Kate, I don't understand why Liz doesn't like CDs and cats, those CDs are collector's editions, and those cats are so cute and furry"

Listening to Hellboy's chatter and mother-in-law's complaints,
The expression on Kate Kerrigan's face gradually lost control. He was sent to New York to urgently coordinate the emergency in New York.

Instead of listening to this red-skinned boy complain about his girlfriend.

And the detectives who were standing in front of the bald supervisor, waiting to be punished with fear on their faces, looked at the tall and ferocious Hellboy, complaining about his girlfriend like an angry little daughter-in-law.

This huge contrast made some female detectives even couldn't help snickering.

"Hey man, maybe you should focus on Liz a little more about CDs and cats, you know, women are for company!"

Standing behind Hellboy all the time, the invisible murloc Abel looked at the ugly face of the bald supervisor and the expressions of the New York branch agents.

He coughed, walked over and patted Hellboy Anu's arm, and then walked in front of the group of agents.

"Hey everyone, I'm Abel, you've probably heard of me—"

All the agents of the New York branch nodded one after another. For the agents of the Supernatural Phenomena Defense Bureau,
Hellboy Anu, Fire Girl Liz, and Murloc Abel are the most famous investigators in their bureau.

It even surpassed their supervisor Alexander, who was so unpredictable!
"The headquarters didn't send us here to punish everyone. It's your supervisor, Alexander, who caused big trouble. We want to take him back to investigate, so we need to find his whereabouts as soon as possible!
Otherwise he will be in danger."

The green-skinned murloc wearing a pair of aviator-style sunglasses faced everyone, and the eyes under the strange-looking sunglasses sized up everyone present.

At the same time, he used his super perception ability to observe the heart rate and blood flow rate of the agents present.

"That detective, do you know the whereabouts of Director Alexander?"

Abel quickly locked on to a middle-aged man with a racing heart and nervous sweating through his own perception.

"He's the deputy director of the New York branch, Elsie George," Kate Kerrigan said to the murloc Abel about his identity as a middle-aged man.

At the same time, he glanced at the lush hair on Elsie George's head with a little malice.

"Okay, Director George, come with me to the office, it seems we need to talk!" Kate Kerrigan waved at the middle-aged man.

"Although I am the deputy director of the New York branch, you also know that Alexander is not only the director of the branch, but also the oldest investigator and one of the founders of the bureau!"

In the office of the director of the New York branch of the Paranormal Phenomena Defense Bureau, the deputy director of the branch complained to Kate aggrievedly:

"The field agents of the entire New York branch, as well as several secret service teams, only accept his leadership. As for what he did, I really don't know!"

Kate took a cup of coffee, waved her hand, motioned him to relax, and comforted:

"George, no one is holding you accountable now. What I want to know is the whereabouts of Alexander? Do you know where he is hiding?"

"Alexander seldom comes to the branch. Our New York branch had a retired destroyer of the Federal Navy a long time ago. He has been working at sea—"

"Sea?" Kate heard the deputy director's words, and quickly took out an encrypted phone from her arms.

"Hey, I'm Kate, let our satellites move and find a destroyer in the waters near New York!"

"What model?" Kate asked the deputy director while clutching the phone!
"Fletcher-class destroyer!" The deputy director replied.

"Fletcher class, the hull of the ship is painted black?" The voice on the phone was a bit weird.

"That's right, it's because Alexander likes black, so he had someone change the color of the ship's hull!"

Facing Kate's questioning eyes, the deputy director of the New York base next to him said hastily.

"Director Kate, I regret to inform you that just last night, a retired Fletcher warship of the Federal Navy was found sunk in New York Harbor!"

"Black?" Kate touched her bald head and walked around the office anxiously.

"Yes, the entire ship was painted black, and no casualties were found on board!"

"Shet!" Director Kate cursed angrily.

"Maybe it's a good thing too!" Abel, who was looking at the items in the office and trying to find some clues, turned around and said.

"How?" Kate looked at the murloc Abel with some puzzlement.

"Our task is to capture him and bring him back to the headquarters, imprison him, give them an explanation, and prevent the information Alexander has from leaking!
We can't find him, which means it's hard for others to find him, so we don't have to worry about him leaking information from the bureau! "

"Director George, I need you to mobilize all the staff in the New York branch to find Alexander's whereabouts as soon as possible!"

Kate looked at George, the deputy director of the New York branch, and emphasized the word director.

"No problem, I have a good relationship with some high-level officials in the New York Police Department, and I can mobilize their forces to find Alexander together!"

After being the deputy supervisor for so many years, George obviously understood the meaning of Kate's words, his eyes lit up, and he almost jumped up from the sofa.

After saying hello to Kate, he hurriedly walked out of the office.

"What should we do now?" Hellboy Anu sat on the sofa, his big head made the sofa collapse into a large piece
He smoked a cigar, watching Kate and Abel the murloc.

"Alexander has been operating in New York for so many years, and the headquarters has never been able to get in.

They are the only people we can use in New York, we can only wait! "

Kate shook her head and said as she listened to the voice of the deputy supervisor calling outside the office.

"Before that, Anu, maybe you can accompany Abel to the troll black market and find out the whereabouts of Urnos!"

New York Continental Hotel
A piece of news hangs high in the most obvious place where the hotel offers a reward.

Photo Image, Name: Alexander Corvinus, Live or Die,
Find traces, 500 million US dollars, bring back a complete body, 1000 million US dollars, capture alive, 2000 million US dollars.

From time to time, a waiter at the Continental Hotel would come forward to replace a new bounty sticky note. Within an hour, Alexander Corvinus' bounty increased by nearly 500 million.

Among these bounties, Ryan issued only a part through the Continental Hotel, and some of them were increased rewards by the major gangs in New York out of favor with Boss Tang.

Of course, there are also some people who are afraid of suffering innocent disasters, and want to pay Boss Tang to prove that the attack has nothing to do with them.

The rest of the funds are much more complicated. There is a remittance from the Continental Hotel in Italy, which is said to be a bounty from the Gambino family.

There is also a bounty offered by a fried chicken restaurant following suit.

The amount that appeared on the reward list at the Continental Hotel was only part of it. It was said that there was still a bounty no less than here hanging in other intelligence black markets.

In the manager's office of the Continental Hotel, the hotel manager opened a bottle of whiskey and poured it on the bearded man in front of him.

"I heard you went to Italy, but I didn't expect you to go back to New York!"

"Winston, I have already settled with your Continental Hotel. Besides, the high table has changed two seats. Why didn't I see them send out judges!"

John Wick picked up the whiskey in front of him and drank half a glass, and said to his old friend with some dissatisfaction.

Winston, the manager of the New York Continental Hotel, raised his glass and curled his lips: "Of course it's because they can't afford to mess with that—"

"That Tang has replaced Jin and became one of the twelve seats at the high table, oh no, he holds two seats!"

"John, if you have the strength to kill any one behind the high table, you can also replace them—"

"This damn world!" John Wick picked up the whiskey bottle on the table and poured himself another glass of whiskey.

"This is the way this world is, the weak prey on the strong. I see you, have you encountered difficulties in Italy?" Winston looked at John Wick:

"If you have any trouble, just speak up, as long as you don't violate the rules of the Continental Hotel, we are old friends, so just speak up!"

"Find me some big orders?"

Winston was taken aback by John Wick's words: "John, haven't you retired and want to go back to your old job?"

John Wick drank a glass of wine sullenly.

He shouldn't have taken Snake Girl to Italy in the first place, not to mention the disaster star surnamed Tang.

Nor, as a man, did he seem to have anticipated what Italy was.

In the fashion capital, the headquarters of many luxury brands are located in that ghostly place. Letting a woman who has no self-control go there is equivalent to completely emptying a man's wallet.

After a few months, the little pension he had left was empty and turned into a pile of useless luxury bags and big-name clothes.

The most important thing is that in Rome, the killer business is not as profitable as New York.
Not to mention not receiving a single order in ten days and a half months, there are still a lot of competition from peers.

John really had no choice but to return to New York, but John Wick didn't want to go into details with his old friend about these situations.

"Recently, there is a big order in New York, looking for someone, and the bounty on the hotel alone is more than 2000 million! You can try it!"

Seeing that his old friend didn't want to speak, Winston didn't ask any further questions, but just introduced him with a wine glass.

John Wick said sullenly: "I saw it when I went upstairs, but finding people is not my specialty!"

"Not interested? I see that they are all coveting this bounty, and the entire underground world in New York is about to become a mess!

Even the Beggar King's people are on the move, yes, he has the most connections in New York, if that person is really in New York, he probably won't be able to hide it from his eyes! "

Winston thought about it, John Wick was indeed no match for the Beggar King in terms of finding someone.

You must know that the Beggar King has nearly [-]% of the homeless in New York, and he can be said to be the king of intelligence in New York.

"I still have a business here, the commission is 1000 million, and the employer's goal is to assassinate the king of a small East African country!"

"I accept! Mission objective, location—" John Wick responded directly before Winston could finish speaking.

With next month's credit card bill looming, he no longer has the energy to pick and choose.

Valentine's Day, blame that damn Valentine's Day, otherwise, how could he be crawled into bed by the snake girl in a daze after drinking too much!

"This is the goal. He will appear in Washington next month to participate in a secret meeting. Your task is to cooperate with the employer's people to kill him!"

Winston raised his hand, and a black butler handed him a document.

Winston handed John Wick a photograph of a fat black old man.

"Need to cooperate with others?" John Wick frowned.

He's used to being alone!

"It would be best if you could kill him yourself!"

Winston smiled, took another credit card from the black butler, pressed it on the table and pushed it in front of John Wick.

"This is my credit card supplementary card. There is a limit of 30 in it. You can use it first! I will deduct the consumption from your commission!"

John Wick nodded towards Winston, picked up the credit card on the table, and stuffed it into his pocket.

New York, Brooklyn, in a small alley.

"Is it her?"

A tall Hellboy, a bespectacled murloc peeping from the corner of the alley,
The target of their voyeurism was not a beautiful woman, but an old lady who walked tremblingly and pushed a moped.

The old lady who had trouble walking stopped at the corner of the street, took out a bag of cat food from the moped, sprinkled it on the ground, and kept changing her mouth with "Zizizi——".

Under the temptation of cat food, a group of stray cats soon surrounded him.

A group of stray cats licked the cat food on the ground, completely unaware of the greedy face the old lady showed towards them.

"Hey, come home with me!"

The old lady stared at the fattest stray cat, holding the clothes in her hands, and seemed to be drooling at the corners of her mouth, and slowly approached it.

"Meow!"

The old lady pulled down her coat, and the fat cat only came and screamed before being wrapped up in the clothes.

The sudden movement frightened the group of stray cats and fled in all directions.

The old lady stuffed the clothes wrapped around the fat cat into the cat cage of the walker, and tremblingly pushed the walker to go back.

At this moment, two figures, one red and one green, one tall and one short, stopped in front of the old lady.

"You, what do you want to do?" The old lady's face was full of horror.

"We are going into the black market of trolls, and we want you to lead the way!"

Hellboy Anu clasped his hands together, his knuckles creaking, threatening the old lady.

"Enter the black market of trolls? It's up to you!" The old lady's frightened expression disappeared, and she looked at the big red-skinned man in front of her with an expression of overpowering herself.

Anu looked sideways at the murloc Abel: "Did you bring the canary?"

Hearing Anu mention the canary, the old lady was startled, and she involuntarily took a few steps back.

Abel, the murloc next to him, lifted the white cloth from the birdcage that he had been carrying in his hand, revealing the non-stop singing canary in the cage.

Abel, the murloc, slowly approached the old lady with the cage in his hands. The old lady backed away again and again, as if she was very afraid of the little bird in the cage.

"No no, put it away, I'll take you to the troll black market—"

The murlocs Abel and Anu pressed the old lady into a car, under the threat of the canary cage that Abel raised from time to time.

The old lady quickly led them to a dilapidated two-story building in an alley.

In front of the old iron gate with peeling paint, the old lady tore off the camouflaged human skin, revealing her bloated troll body.

Dangdang!
It stretched out its thick fingers and knocked on the iron door, and soon the window on the iron door was pulled open, revealing a pair of eyes,
Bang!

After the owner of the eye confirmed her identity, she opened the iron door.

It has been three days since Boss Tang returned to New York from Monaco. The whole of New York will be turned upside down by these gangsters and killers, but Alexander is like a mud cow.

completely disappeared
"did not find!?"

In the gazebo, there is a long red sandalwood table, a pot of clear tea, and Tang and Song Dynasties sit on chairs and watch the lotus blooming in a lake.

Bowl-sized lotus blooms in the lake, white lotus, pink lotus, and even some light golden lotus cups,
When the breeze blows, the water on the lake is rippling, and the lotus flowers are swaying in the green, which is really beautiful.

Beside the long case, a colorful tiger lay lazily at Tang Song's feet, its belly heaving and heaving, purring.

Ryan stood in front of the long case and reported the news to Tang Song with an ugly expression.

He once boasted to Kane that he could find news about Alexander Coventis within two days, but now three days have passed.

Neither the police nor the people scattered by gangs of all sizes in New York have found the whereabouts of Alexander Corvinus.

This is already the second time. The last time was the mutant named Logan. He mobilized all his hands, but he still hasn't found the whereabouts of that mutant.

Twice in a row, Ryan couldn't help but wonder if the people below were stealing and playing tricks, deliberately concealing the news.

"Our people went to investigate the sunken retired warship in New York Harbor, and found no traces of being attacked. It was blown up from the inside.

The people below suspect that he has escaped from New York, I suggest that we launch our peripheral forces in the entire Federation"

Listening to Ryan's words, Tang Song got up unhurriedly, and next to the long table, picked up a transparent test tube filled with blood-red liquid, unscrewed the test tube and poured half a tube into the Hui inkstone.

From the jade cup next to him, he used a small jadeite spoon to dig out three spoonfuls of top-quality cinnabar——

"Boss, I'll grind the ink!"

Seeing Tang Song pick up the sapphire stone and prepare to grind the cinnabar in the inkstone, Ryan quickly took it.

"Jin Bing spent more than [-] years sitting on the boss of New York's underground world, radiating his business to the entire Federation, and being known as the Emperor of the Underworld!"

"How long did it take us, half a year!"

Tang and Song spread out a piece of rice paper, put a piece of blank talisman paper on top of the rice paper, and took out the Yugan Langhao brush.

"Don't worry, take your time, the person I want to find can't escape!"

Ryan used a sapphire strip to thoroughly grind the cinnabar and blood evenly, and soon formed a thick pool of blood ink.

Tang and Song dipped the blood ink with a jade stick Langhao pen, and quickly outlined a blood talisman on the talisman paper.

Winding and winding, like an abstract fairy guiding pattern.

After drawing the talisman, Tang and Song put the jade pole Langhao brush on the inkstone, picked up the talisman paper, and folded it in half to form a paper crane.

Er, Tang Song glanced at the ugly thing in his hand.

There are two wings, a sharp beak, made of paper, yes, it must be a paper crane.

"go with!"

Tang and Song flicked their fingers, and this ugly paper crane flew in the air with two uneven wings.

"Call Kane and the gunmen in the training camp and let them bring their firearms. Let's go and see which rat hole that old gentleman in Alexander is hiding in!"

Tang Song kicked the sleeping tiger, who was snoring loudly.
"Roar" the dazed tiger got up and roared,
When it came into contact with Tang Song's eyes, it immediately opened its mouth, wagging its tail resentfully and followed behind Tang Song.

. . . . . .

"This is the troll black market, it's huge!"

The bustling streets seem to be at least half the size of a small town, and the stalls and sellers here are not human beings.

Most of them are bloated trolls. These ugly big guys with a height of at least two meters are the masters of this troll black market.
It is said that the builder of this black market is a troll wizard. He used black magic to cover this area of ​​New York and cut off human eyes.

Let the aliens living in New York buy the supplies they need on this black market.

After all, not all dark races have humanoid faces like werewolves and vampires,
Some weird-looking creatures that are not suitable for appearing in the human world can only buy what they need in this kind of black market.

The "people" coming and going, except for the trolls, all of them looked weird, and Abel and Anu walked among them unremarkably.

"Fresh offal, fresh human offal, only a thousand dollars!"

A fat troll on the side of the road yelled, in the basket in front of him, there were some internal organs such as heart, liver, intestines and lungs.

The "people" who come and go look familiar, and they seem to have been used to it for a long time.

From time to time, there will be "people" in the group of "people" who come to bargain.
After seeing a stinking ghoul exchange a gold necklace for a human viscera at the troll stall owner,

Anu only felt that his fist was hard!

Although he is a demon, he was raised as a human being by his adoptive father since he was a child, and he has always regarded himself as a human being.

Seeing the unscrupulous sale of human organs in the troll black market, Anu clenched his fists and wanted to rush forward to beat the troll.

"Don't be impulsive, Anu, wait until we leave here, and then mobilize the large forces in the bureau to destroy this place——"

Abel took Anu's arm and shook his head at him.

Anu looked around, and when he looked around, there were not trolls, but all kinds of orcs, goblins, and black witches in black cloaks. There were at least hundreds of different types in the entire troll black market.
Seeing that Anu, who was dressed as a black wizard, remembered his purpose of coming to the troll black market, he let go of his fist.

He stared at a few dark wizards who were buying and selling human bones in front of the booth, and was about to go over and lift their hoods to see if there were any targets.

"Anu! Do you see?"

The murloc Abel poked Anu from behind, and Anu followed Abel's gaze.

Not far away, a dark elf and an old man in a black coat were talking and laughing together.

"Alexander!"

Abel didn't have time to stop it, Anu yelled directly, and rushed towards Alexander Corvinas.

Everyone in the black market was startled by Anu's voice, and all "people" looked at him together.

Alexander Corvinus, who bears the brunt, looked towards Anu, a little surprised: "Red-skinned monkey, you actually managed to find this troll black market!"

Anu swung his fist and rushed towards Alexander.

"Stop him!"

The dark elf standing beside Alexander gave an order,
Standing behind him was a tall giant ape-like monster, and ejected an iron fist with a chain from his right hand, directly smashing Anu flying in front of him.

"I didn't expect the people in the bureau to find this place so quickly, Prince Nuada, I'm sorry, I have to leave first, don't worry, I will arrive at the appointed time wearing the crown fragment—"

Alexander Coventis glanced at Anu who was struggling with the great ape, nodded to the dark elf beside him, and was about to turn around and leave.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise near the exit of the troll black market.

"arrive!"

A row of black commercial vehicles parked in the alley, the doors were opened, and the sturdy men in bulletproof vests opened the doors and got out of the cars.

They held guns in front of the RV in the middle, looking around vigilantly.

Kane, who was sitting in the co-pilot of the RV, got out of the car, went to the back and opened the door, and a colorful tiger more than three meters long jumped out of the car.

The tiger paced in the alley, letting out a low growl from time to time.

Tang Song got out of the car leaning on his cane, and a paper crane landed on his palm, pecked his palm lightly, and then flew towards the iron gate at the end of the alley.

"Interesting!" Tang Song looked in the direction of the paper crane drawn by the blood descendant drawn with Marcus's blood.

His gaze was immediately attracted by an energy enchantment.

No wonder there was no trace of Alexander, Tang and Song pointed like swords, pointing at the center of his eyebrows, his eyes stared at the alley again.

At the moment of breaking the delusion, Tang Song's spiritual consciousness saw through the black wizard's enchantment, and saw densely packed dark creatures inside.

"boss!"

Kane stepped forward and was about to say something to Tang Song, when Tang Song waved his hand:

"Kane, this time I will do it myself!"

Tang Song stretched out his hand, and the Wuyin wallet flew out of his pocket, and flew into his palm. With the mouth of the wallet open, four small bone flags flew out from the Wuyin wallet.

Tang and Song spurted out a mouthful of true energy, and the four small streamers turned into four pale lights and flew to a high place, and descended around the four corners of the alley.

Every time it fell by ten feet, the small banner became bigger, and soon four bone banners of more than ten meters fell on the four corners of this housing area, and black air hung down.

Enveloping the whole area,
On the face of the bone banner, there were faintly huge ghosts and gods stepping down, walking into the barrier shrouded in black air.

(End of this chapter)