Resurrection of Spiritual Energy: Chaldea Reappears

Qin Zifeng led the three people to a room in the Chaldeans, and on the way, the three people kept looking at the structure inside the Chaldeans, and after arriving at the back of the room. Qin Zifeng inserted the USB flash drive they brought into the laptop in his hand and projected it onto the big screen.

In the room, Leonardo da Vinci, Roman and others looked at the big screen in the room. I saw a giant wolf running on the street with a headless horseman holding a double sickle on his back, and the guards around him attacked the giant wolf with weapons, but they dodged too fast, some of them were cut off by the headless horseman's scythe, and some were buried in the mouth of the wolf.

After a while, an old man in a sailing suit was sailing overhead with a machete in his hand on a ship, and bombs were fired from the ship, and those bombs exploded around the surrounding buildings and vehicles. Even the extraordinary powerhouses of the remaining government in New York City rushed here, they were defeated. Just after those strong people were defeated, these strange guys also disappeared.

"These two things suddenly appeared in our New York City, and these beings are difficult to explain by all the people or monsters today, so we think they have something to do with you?"

Qin Zifeng listened to the middle-aged man's explanation and scratched his head. After thinking for a while, he summoned a light screen in front of the middle-aged man, rummaged in front of him for a while, and finally looked at the middle-aged man and smiled:

"They are indeed heroic spirits, but in some ways, they are also related to your lighthouse country."

The middle-aged man frowned when he heard this, and he could also hear the meaning of this sentence, these heroic spirits came from your lighthouse country.

Qin Zifeng pointed to the two heroic spirits and said with a smile: "This is the captain who discovered your new continent, Columbus. And this wolf and the headless horseman are the famous ones of your lighthouse country who wreaked havoc in the Colombo plains, the vast pastures of the lighthouse country, and legend has it that he killed two thousand cattle in five years, and could bite nearly two hundred and fifty sheep to death but not eat them in one night;

Hesse, on the other hand, was a mercenary hired by the British government and sent to the United States, and legend has it that he was hit by a cannonball and his head was knocked off, without realizing that he was dead, as if he was in a shallow sleep, a valley of sleep. The

middle-aged man's face also changed when he listened to the explanation of these two heroic spirits, he was one of the people who agreed to bring back the heroic spirit of his country as a weapon in the parliament, and now the heroic spirit of his own country has returned, but it has not brought them what they wanted, but destroyed.

Qin Zifeng looked at his face and couldn't help but laugh out loud, fortunately he didn't summon Edison out, otherwise a heroic spirit who invented the light bulb and a collection of many beacon country presidents, I don't know what will happen to the faces of those American politicians?

The middle-aged man sighed, and he looked at Qin Zifeng and said, "Director of the Chaldean Institute, I ask you for assistance on behalf of the Lighthouse Country. I hope you can wipe out these evil spirits.

"You Lighthouse Country should have enough strong people to solve these troubles, why don't you do it yourself?"

When the middle-aged man heard this, he lowered his head. They do have strong people, and there are many of them, but there is a point that those strong people keep peace outside the country, and most of the strong people who remain in the homeland are under the hands of rich politicians who can control capital in the lighthouse country, and they will not act for the interests of the country, let alone care about the lives and deaths of the poor.

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "You are more familiar with things like Yingling than us, so I hope you can help." Of course, we will also give you relative remuneration.

Qin Zifeng thought for a while and nodded. The middle-aged man immediately stretched out his hand to hold Qin Zifeng's hand, and said with a smile on his face: "Then we have decided, I hope you can dispose of these heroic spirits, as for other aspects, we will do our best to help you, so don't worry too much." Bye.

After that, the person with his own immediately slipped away, as if he was afraid that Qin Zifeng would repent.

In the lobby of a palatial hotel in New York City, many people in formal clothes stood in the lobby, not talking to each other like celebrities, but looking around warily, all of them dark figures with heads and faces in New York City.

They received an invitation to come here, signed James Moriarty. They were more interesting about it, but they just wanted to see what kind of guy would send them invitations.

Just as they began to talk, Moriarty appeared in front of everyone on that podium. Moriarty glanced below, looking at the crowd below, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"I'm glad that you can give me this old man this face, of course, there are a few people who don't want this face, so it's a pity that they can't show up in time."

With that, the door of the hall suddenly opened. Okada appeared in front of everyone with a blood-stained sword, and in his hand he was carrying a plastic bag containing several undried human heads.

Everyone was stunned when they looked at this picture, they wiped their sweat and looked at this old man standing on the stage.

Moriarty bowed slowly and began to truly introduce himself.

"Hello ladies, gentlemen. I'm James Moriarty and I'm from Europe. Maybe I don't know my name, but my nemesis is more famous than mine. He is Sherlock Holmes. "

People looked at him without words, they also had some status in the lighthouse country, some things they still knew, such as Yingling. This Moriarty is likely to be a heroic spirit, a criminal emperor in Sherlock Holmes.

Moriarty saw that there were no burrs in these people, and he was greatly satisfied.

"So back to the point, the people who enjoy that wealth in this city with enough wealth are not the poor, nor are they all present; It's the guys who live in the rich areas, and I can give you an action, and if this operation is successful, I guarantee that you will get what you want. People

looked at this old man and lowered their heads, their expressions all gloomy. After a while, one of them raised his hand and shouted, "I agree with Mr. Moriarty."

After this person set an example, the rest of the people also began to raise their hands one after another, and in the end, only one person did not raise their hands. This man held up his big belly, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he bit a pipe and smiled:

"Moriarty? Don't forget, this is not London, it's not your Europe, this is the city of New York in the lighthouse country, so your set is not suitable. Saying

that, the man's whole body was covered in a layer of blue flames. The man clenched his fists and threw himself at Moriarty, and the coffin in Moriarty's hand suddenly deformed and turned into a cannon, firing several bullets at the fat man.

The fat man fell to the ground, and everyone looked at this fat man whose body was gradually getting cold, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly. They are not saddened by the death of this person, but greed and ecstasy at the death of a fellow traveler.

Moriarty raised his hands and said with a smile: "Hahahaha, Sbarasis." Let's make a big fuss! Everybody! After a while, the city is a place of revelry. "

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