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Chapter 147 Chaos
New York, Bleecker Street Temple.

Different from the dim yellow exterior, the traditional British structure inside the temple is as clean as new. The precious mahogany decorations all around reveal the elegant and graceful taste of ancient nobles centuries ago. The entrance is a spacious foyer with two curved The mahogany staircase leads obliquely to the second floor.

Deep on the second floor, in a spacious and empty quiet room, Morton and the guardian of the New York Temple, Master Drum, sat cross-legged opposite each other.

"The time and place have been set! Tomorrow night at twelve o'clock, Brooklyn!" Master Drum said in a deep voice, pondered for a moment, put his left hand into his robe, and when he took it out again, he took out an iron rod He said, "This crimson magic belt of Cytorak is one of my collection of magic weapons. It can help you catch the person who has practiced the Field Order."

Master Drum looked cautious. As an old-fashioned mage, he knew how cruel magic was recorded in the "Field Decree". It was difficult to control it with Modu alone. As the guardian mage of the New York Temple, It is his duty to never leave this temple.

"Thank you for your gift!" Modu's nose fluttered excitedly. This famous magic weapon, which is said to be able to lock up all the demons in hell, bowed deeply to Master Drum. The crimson magic belt wrapped around his waist, "With your blessing, I will definitely kill that traitor in the magic world."

Master Drum frowned slightly, and was silent for a while, before saying, "Being able to practice the Field Order shows his talent. If possible, just catch him! I think Ancient One will be willing to accept this mage."

Mo Du, who had murderous look in his eyes, froze for a moment, and there was another silence in the room, before he said in a deep voice, "I know! But, the battle between life and death, I'm afraid I can't control it! If there is nothing else, I will go to prepare first." Already!"

He waved his hand to signal Modu to leave. Master Drum looked at his back and sighed secretly. He wondered in his heart whether he should talk to Master Ancient One about Modu. High, but the murderous intent is too strong, and the obsession is too strong. If this continues, it is easy to get into a dead end and go on the wrong path.

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At midnight the next day, a warehouse in the ninth block of Brooklyn, which is the territory of the Italians, is second only to the important place of the family’s residence, and stores the sesame oil and tobacco sold by the Italians from the local area.

At night, a round moon loomed in the clouds. Yan Yan led Erica and the others with a cigarette in his mouth, and found a best viewing spot early, waiting for the good show to be staged. Even though it was night, the moonlight also It is enough for them to see clearly anything that happened within a kilometer.

Near midnight, a dilapidated convertible car staggered near the agreed transaction location. Five Italians in old black suits jumped out of the car with pistols or long knives in their hands. He looked around and confirmed that there was nothing unusual around him, then he walked towards the agreed place in a sneaky manner.

"Here we come! Here we come! It's those little Italian bastards!" Anthony squatted on the cornice of the roof like a big monkey, holding a thousand copies in his mouth, and said with a happy grin, "These arrogant Italians , this time we have to teach them a lesson.”

"The target is coming soon. If I were you, I'd better sit down now! If you ruin the boss's plan because of you, a big monkey! I swear I will make the rest of your life very happy!" Sisina winked Turning over, Qiao Xiaoyan said softly.

Sisina's slightly hoarse voice was like scratching one's heart, but to the terrifying Anthony who had seen her before, it was no less than a thunderclap, her smile froze suddenly, and then she turned over and jumped from the cornice Get down and hide.

At the same time, on the roof of the building near the trading place, the evening wind blew, and Masanari Hattori in a black ninja suit appeared silently and abruptly with four Hattori ninjas, red shawls fluttering behind him, his hands folded in front of his chest , silently looked at the sneaky Italians below him with cold eyes.

"My lord! It's just a few ordinary people, how can I bother you to do it yourself! Just leave it to our servants!" The fat and round body propped up the ninja suit tightly, and Ishikawa stood behind Hattori with his head bowed , said humbly and flatteringly.

After hearing this, Hattori remained silent, turned his head slightly, his gaze like a cold star seemed to penetrate a distance of a thousand meters, looked at Yan Yan silently on the roof in the distance, and then nodded slightly.

He had a meticulous mind, if it was just to kill a few ordinary people, a lowly Hattori ninja could easily do it, but what he wanted was not the lives of these people, but their source of goods and the buyers of this batch of goods.

Hattori glanced lightly, and Yan Yan responded with a smile, but the few people around him couldn't bear this momentum, and suddenly trembled, and Anthony, who was originally smiling, trembled all his muscles, and moaned in a low voice, "Damn! This man's eyes are so terrifying, I feel that he can kill me with his eyes."

"He is really strong! Well! But the stronger he is, the happier I am!... Hehe!" Yan Yan smiled slightly, his voice was not loud, but it carried a strange magical power, like warm sunshine, instantly Wipe away the coldness on them.

As midnight approached, a few Italians waiting at the trading site looked around anxiously, but they never saw the buyer.

At midnight, three black modified pickups drove in. The bartender at Papa's Tavern got out of the car carefully with a suitcase and a dozen strong men with guns. The Italians looked at each other warily.

"Damn it! You're late! Is this the sincerity of you Americans in doing business?" The leader of the Italian gangster turned his head and spit, walked forward half a step vigilantly, and yelled angrily at the thick bartender, "You guys What I want, I brought it! Where is the thing I want?"

An extremely proud and bright smile suddenly appeared on Anthony's face, and he raised his brows at Sisina very stinkingly. The "holographic image sensor" developed by S.H.I.E.L.D. However, it is enough to deal with ordinary people. When Yan Yan placed an order with the bartender, he also turned into a bartender and reached a deal with these Italians.

"Ishikawa! Get rid of them! Remember to leave someone alive!" Hattori Zhengcheng narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice. A Hattori ninja jumped down from the roof and swept out like a ghost.

Yan Yan looked at Hattori's hands with a wide smile, took a deep breath, and white smoke sprayed out from his nose, and said with a smile, "Remember! We are here to watch the fun! No matter what happens, you are not allowed to do anything!"

Regardless of Sisina's and Yuriko's contemptuous gazes, Anthony nodded hastily. That Japanese man is simply a monster. Since the boss had ordered him, he would not show up at such a time.

"Italian?"

The burly bartender frowned slightly. He remembered clearly that the person who came to his store to order Frost Crystal a few days ago had a very light Japanese accent, but before he could react, Ishikawa brought three Hattori ninjas, like a nightmare in the dark Passing by like a knife, the light of a thin knife flashed, two of the thick Vikings and Italians were separated from each other, blood shot into the sky, and four headless corpses fell heavily to the ground.

"It's a ninja! Back to back! Shoot!" The thick bartender roared angrily. These despicable Japanese bastards dared to cheat, picked up their long guns, and shot wildly at Hattori ninja.

Several Italian wretches were decapitated in the blink of an eye, and the Vikings had a lot of strength locally after all. After losing four more people in succession, the remaining people relied on each other and relied on the powerful The firepower, crazily strafing in the surrounding darkness, the stream of bullets flying in the darkness, even the ninjas dare not ignore them, while dodging sideways, they are blocked out.

"Bageya Road!! Go to hell..." Ishikawa, who originally wanted to make Hattori happy, was blocked by a group of ordinary people. The crow's wings spread out behind its back.

Ishikawa roared angrily, his flapping wings whipped up a gust of wind, and his body flickered with dozens of afterimages, flying across the air like a nightmare, directly inserting into the defensive formation assembled by the Vikings with the help of warehouse buildings In the middle, when a large group of virgin souls lingering around his body screamed and scattered like tadpoles, chasing the smell of blood.

In the defensive formation of the Vikings, a gorgeous golden-red light like fireworks rose suddenly, forming a huge magic formation with a diameter of three meters. With Modu's low roar, hundreds of feather-like The white-gold light blade shot out, whizzing past densely.

The virgin ghost that Shi Chuan had just let out screamed piteously, and was cut and smashed by the light blades. At the same time, the light blades, like a school of golden fish, continued to slam towards Shi Chuan fiercely, and only heard a burst of "crackling" collisions. ring.

Ishikawa was careless for a while, and it was too late to dodge, so he could only wrap his body with black wings and strong evil energy, but the black evil energy around his body was still offset by the continuous sharpening of the light blade, and a stream of foul-smelling blue smoke flowed from him Protruding from his body, Ishikawa let out a shrill scream.

"Learned a new trick! It seems that your strength has also improved a lot! Morton!!" Yan Yan watched from a distance, with an incomparably bright smile on his face, he could already feel that in the gradually heavy air, Hattori was becoming that anger.

(End of this chapter)