Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 10 Hardware Ghost Hunting

Author: Zhu Bajie who pursues dreams

Chapter 10 Hardware Ghost Hunting

In front of a public rental warehouse in Manhattan, two employees opened the door of the warehouse with keys.

As the huge rolling shutter door slowly rises, the sun shines into the rolling shutter door, and a golden light shines.

In the warehouse of Tang's Trading Company, boxes of copper and iron ingots are neatly placed.

"According to your instructions, this warehouse currently stores 500 tons of copper ingots, 1,000 tons of iron ingots, 20 tons of tin, and 1,000 pounds of silver!"

Tang Song walked in front, inspecting the situation in the warehouse. From time to time he squatted down, opened the lid of the box, and checked the quality of the copper and iron ingots in the box.

A fat white warehouse manager was half a step behind and quietly introduced the metal storage situation in the warehouse to Tang Song.

Lane followed Tang and Song with several big Germanic white men with bulging waists.

"Good job!" After walking around the warehouse, Tang Song patted the white manager on the shoulder.

The white warehouseman's body trembled, and beads of sweat fell from his greasy face. His eyes passed over the bulging waists of Ryan's people, and there was even more sweat on his face.

God bless him, when he first learned that the owner of this warehouse was an Asian, it was not that he had not thought about the goods inside, but he could not find a suitable buyer for a while, so he did not take action.

Looking at this Asian's attitude now, it is obvious that he is not someone to be trifled with.

"I will find someone to take this shipment away tomorrow, and we will hand it over then!" Tang Song gave the white warehouse manager a kind look.

The white warehouse manager was so nervous that his heart was about to beat. Naturally, his emotions could not be concealed from his spiritual consciousness.

As for the reason, Tang Song didn't want to know, but if there was something fishy about these metal ingots, he wouldn't mind throwing the fat man into the furnace together.

"Ryan, how did you find the person I asked you to find?"

In the Mercedes-Benz, Tang Song took out two cans of cold beer from the car's small refrigerator and handed one to Ryan, who was sitting in the passenger seat.

"Boss, we found two people," Ryan turned around and took the ice beer from Tang Song's hand, and replied: "One is a swordsmith from the East. It is said that his family has been a swordsmith for generations, and the other is

He is the four-time champion of the Knife Forging Conference, Daliben!"

The swordsmith, the champion of the sword forging competition, drank cold beer non-committally in Tang and Song Dynasties.

"Give them my drawings and ask them to build two swords within ten days. I want to see the finished product!"

"Yes! Boss!"

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The federal residential environment is mostly based on communities, with clear distinctions between rich and poor, whites and blacks.

New York has five boroughs, the Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, and Staten.

The five major regions include many small communities, and Hell's Kitchen is one of them.

The official name of Hell's Kitchen is actually Clinton District, named after the surname of DeWitt Clinton, the sixth governor of New York State.

This was once one of the most prosperous areas for the catering industry in New York, but the true origin of Hell's Kitchen has little to do with kitchens or restaurants.

This is the most famous slum in New York. The crime rate remains high and gang fights are commonplace. It has given birth to many thugs and gang bosses.

Living in this community are a group of people who live at the bottom of the federal government. Many people are unemployed and rely on federal relief funds to make a living.

As the most chaotic neighborhood, gangs, drug dealers, black people, almost all unstable factors gather here.

No normal person wants to live here, but there is no way. The pressure of life and the high rents from the outside world force people to bow their heads.

The chaotic living environment forces ordinary people living here to learn to protect themselves. It goes without saying that every household has a gun. Many people even huddle together to keep warm and form a night security team to patrol their homes and communities with guns.

Caliber is justice. In this case, not to mention drug addicts, petty thieves, and even some gangsters would not dare to break into these communities easily.

But it was under such circumstances that several horrific massacres occurred one after another in a white community.

First, Old Ally's family was found dead tragically at home. Old Ally's body was lying in the living room, his body separated, and he was holding his cherished Winchester double-barreled shotgun tightly before he died.

It is a pity that this beloved gun obviously did not protect his life.

His twin daughters were found in the bedroom. Their necks were bitten to a bloody mass, and all the blood was sucked dry, turning them into two dehydrated mummies.

People in the community called the police as quickly as possible and organized veterans in the community to increase patrols.

But to no avail, murders occurred one after another in several communities. There were young women in the families of the victims. Moreover, these women had their blood sucked out when they were found, and they were transformed from living lives into mummies.

Terror spread throughout the community for a while, even though the police defined the case as the work of a perverted serial killer.

No one believes it.

This is not done by "people", this is the consensus of more and more people.

Many people chose to move out of the community, especially families with young girls at home.

It was clearly daytime in a luxurious manor in Manhattan, but the dark windows here completely blocked the sunlight.

Silver candlesticks filled every corner of the hall. Under the crystal chandelier, the candlelight was dreamy, and pairs of handsome men and women with perfect figures were singing and dancing in the hall.

Pale-faced waiters shuttled across the dance floor holding dinner plates, and from time to time handed glasses of bright red blood wine to the people dancing passionately on the dance floor.

In a corner of the dance floor, Selena, who was wearing a black leather jacket, was leaning against the wall with her arms folded, looking out of place, looking coldly at the reveling people in the hall.

She clearly reported the werewolf information, but strangely, no one in the family responded at all. As the family's governor in New York, Craven did not take any preventive measures.

Selina was a little confused about Craven's thoughts.

"Selena," at this moment, a tall and thin man in a tuxedo walked up to Selena with a glass of blood wine. Selena could clearly see that his pale face was even smeared with makeup like a woman's.

She was a little disgusted, and at the same time she didn't understand why Kraven had fallen so quickly. Is power really so corrosive to people's hearts? You must know that Kraven was also a Deathwalker who could kill the Wolf King many years ago.

"Kraven, we need to talk. The werewolves are definitely planning a big move. Their ultraviolet bullets are obviously targeting us. We need to take countermeasures!"

"Okay, Selina, these are just stragglers of werewolves. The werewolves in New York have been cleared out that year. If you don't want to attend the dance, you can take your team to deal with a problem!"

Craven interrupted Selena angrily and threw a stack of photos to Selena.

"A group of guys from the countryside have broken into Manhattan and want to use this area as their hunting ground. Selina, find them and expel them from New York. Do it beautifully. I don't want to provoke the group who came to the Holy See."

The Dervish and the damn witcher!"

Selena looked down at the photo in her hand. The messy scene and the mummies were obviously the work of "similar people".

New York is a new city that has developed less than two hundred years ago. Everything here has been divided, even the dark world.

There are only two major blood families in New York. One is theirs, whose bloodline comes from the ancient Hungarian nobleman, Alexander Corvinus.

The other is a secret party family from Europe. Their leader is Dickon Faith. He is a careerist. This is how many big figures in the underground world describe Dickon.

New York has always been the hunting ground for the two major vampire families. However, in the past two hundred years, humankind's technological level has become higher and higher. The living space of vampires who were once aloof has been further compressed and shrunk into darkness.

In order to avoid strangulation by humans, the two major families controlled the number of blood descendants, and through the temptation of immortality, they attracted a large number of powerful "Hagui clan" to cover for them.

Even so, these aliens are becoming more and more cautious when facing the increasingly powerful humans. Just like their branch, after two hundred years of development, they have their own hospitals in various districts of New York and have sufficient blood bank supplies.

Although Dickon's group of secret gangs were rough in their work, they were also extremely cautious in hunting their prey. Their prey targets were mostly outsiders and homeless people.

No matter how many of these people disappear, they will not attract the attention of human society.

And this kind of hunting and killing of ordinary people, especially such unscrupulous ones, is definitely the work of those wandering families.

This group of disgusting guys act without scruples and prey wantonly, causing panic in human society and attracting the attention of special human departments.

They just patted their butts and left, and then local families like them would not be the ones to take the blame.

Selena looked at Craven who walked to the dance floor and danced with a beautiful girl in his arms. She put the photo in her pocket and left the hall on her own.

On the rooftop of a community, the cold wind was blowing, and there was silence below. Two police cars parked at the entrance of the community could be vaguely seen.

Frank sat on the steel railing at the edge of the rooftop, staring at the closed window through the infrared telescope.

A small group of special soldiers, fully armed, stood behind Frank.

(End of chapter)