Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 155 Troll Black Market Encounter

Author: Zhu Bajie who pursues dreams

Chapter 155 Troll Black Market Encounter

"Red-skinned boy, I said, can you calm down for a while?"

Kate Kerrigan was giving instructions to the agents of the New York branch, while Anu N Rama was hanging around behind him.

Especially his restless hands, touching this and hammering that from time to time, making some ping-ping-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong sounds.

Anu En Rama, the tall Hellboy, shrugged his shoulders innocently and complained to the bald supervisor:

"Kate, I don't understand why Liz doesn't like CDs and cats. Those CDs are all collector's editions. Those cats are so cute and fluffy."

Listening to Hellboy's chatter and mother-in-law's complaints,

The expression on Kate Kerrigan's face was gradually losing control. He was sent to New York to urgently coordinate emergencies in New York.

Rather than listen to this red-skinned boy complaining about his girlfriend.

The group of agents who were originally standing in front of the bald supervisor, waiting for punishment with panic-stricken expressions, looked at the tall and ferocious Hellboy, complaining about their girlfriends like angry little daughters-in-law.

This huge contrast made some female agents even burst into laughter.

"Hey, man, maybe you should put more energy on the CD and the cat on Liz. You know, women are for companionship!"

The insignificant fish-man Abel, who had been standing behind Hellboy, looked at the ugly face of the bald supervisor and the expressions of the New York branch agents who couldn't help but laugh.

He coughed, walked over and patted Hellboy Anu on the arm, and then walked up to the group of agents.

"Hey, everyone, I'm Abel, you should have heard of me-"

All the agents from the New York branch nodded. For the agents from the Paranormal Defense Agency,

Hellboy Anu, Fire Girl Liz, and Fishman Abel are some of the most famous investigators in their bureau.

Even better than their supervisor Alexander who never sees the beginning or end of the dragon!

"Headquarters sent us here not to punish everyone, but our supervisor Alexander 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 fishman wearing a pair of aviator-style sunglasses faced everyone, and his eyes under the strange-looking sunglasses looked at everyone present.

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

"Detective, do you know the whereabouts of Director Alexander?"

Abel quickly used his senses to locate a middle-aged man whose heartbeat was racing and whose body was nervous and sweating.

"He is the deputy director of the New York branch, Elsie George," Kate Kerrigan told the fishman Abel about the identity of the middle-aged man.

At the same time, he glanced at the lush hair on Elsie George's head with a slightly malicious look.

"Okay, Director George, come to the office with me, it seems we have to talk!" Kate Kerrigan waved to 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 most senior investigator and one of the founders of the bureau!"

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

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

Kate took a cup of coffee, waved her hand, indicating to 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 rarely comes to the branch. Our New York branch has had a decommissioned destroyer of the Federal Navy for a long time. He has been working at sea——"

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

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

"What model?" Kate asked the deputy director, covering 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 little strange.

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

The deputy director of the New York base next to him faced Kate's questioning look and said quickly.

"Director Kate, I regret to inform you that just last night, a retired Federal Navy Fletcher warship 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!" Manager Kate cursed angrily.

"Maybe this is also a good thing!" Abel, who was looking at the office items in the office to find some clues, turned around and said.

"How do you say that?" Kate looked at the fish-man Abel with some confusion.

"Our mission is to capture him and bring him back to the headquarters, imprison him, give them an explanation, and at the same time prevent the leakage of the information Alexander possesses!

We can't find him, which means it will be difficult for others to find him, so we don't have to worry about him leaking the bureau's intelligence!"

"Director George, I need you to mobilize all the people 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 senior officials in the New York Police Department. I can mobilize their efforts to find Alexander together!"

George, who had been the deputy director for so many years, obviously heard the meaning of Kate's words. His eyes lit up and he almost jumped up from the sofa.

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

"What should we do now?" Hellboy Anu was sitting on the sofa, and his big body made the sofa collapse.

He smoked a cigar and looked at Kate and the fish-man Abel.

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

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

Kate shook her head as she listened to the voice of the deputy director making phone calls outside the office.

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

Continental Hotel New York

A piece of news hangs high in the hotel where the reward is most visible.

Photo Image, Name: Alexander Corvinus, Living or Dead,

If you find the traces, you will get 5 million US dollars. If you bring back the intact body, you will get 10 million US dollars. If you capture him alive, you will get 20 million US dollars.

From time to time, a waiter from the Continental Hotel came forward to replace the bounty note with a new one. Within an hour, Alexander Covinus' bounty increased by nearly 5 million.

Of these bounties, only part of them were released by Lane through the Continental Hotel, and some of them were increased by the major gangs in New York as a sign of goodwill to Boss Tang.

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

The remaining financial components are much more miscellaneous, including remittances from the Continental Hotel in Italy, which are said to be bounties from the Gambino family.

There is also a certain fried chicken restaurant that followed suit and invested bounty money.

The amount of money that appeared on the mainland hotel's reward list is only part of it. It is said that there is a bounty no less than here hanging on other intelligence black markets.

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

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

"Winston, I have reconciled with your Continental Hotel. Besides, the high table has changed two seats. Why haven't they sent out the judge?"

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

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

"That Tang has replaced Kingpin as one of the twelve seats at the high table. Oh no, he holds two seats!"

"John, if you have the strength to kill any of the companies 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 the world is. The weak are the strong. I see you have encountered difficulties in Italy?" Winston looked at John Wick:

"If you have any trouble, just speak up. As long as it doesn't violate the rules of the Continental Hotel, we are all old friends. Just speak up!"

"Find me some big deals?"

John Wick's words stunned Winston: "John, haven't you retired and want to return to your old career?"

John Wick drank a glass of wine sullenly.

He shouldn't have taken the snake girl to Italy in the first place, not to mention meeting the disaster star named Tang.

As a man, he seemed not to have expected what kind of place Italy was.

In the fashion capital, many luxury brands have their headquarters in that damn place. Letting a woman without 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 in New York.

Not to mention that I couldn’t receive a single order in ten days and a half, and there was still a lot of competition from my peers.

John really had no choice but to return to New York. However, John Wick did not want to elaborate on these circumstances with his old friend.

"Recently, there is a big deal in New York. It's for someone. The bounty on the hotel alone is more than 20 million! You can try it!"

Winston looked at his old friend who didn't want to speak, and didn't ask any further questions. He just introduced him with a glass of wine.

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

"Not interested? I think they are all coveting this bounty, and the entire underground world of New York will soon be in chaos!

Even the Beggar King’s people have started to move, and he has the most extensive 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 for a moment and realized that John Wick was indeed no match for the Beggar King when it came to finding people.

You must know that the Beggar King has nearly 40% of the homeless in New York under his command. He can be said to be the king of information in New York.

"I have another business deal here. The commission is 10 million. The employer's goal is to assassinate the king of a small East African country!"

"I accepted! Mission target, location -" John Wick accepted directly before Winston could finish.

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

Valentine's Day, it's all that damn Valentine's fault, otherwise, how could he have drunk too much and the Snake Girl climbed onto his bed in a daze!

"This is the goal. He will appear in Washington next month to attend 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 a piece of information to him.

Winston handed a photo to John Wick. The person in the photo was a fat old black man.

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

He has always been a loner!

"Of course it would be best if you could kill him yourself!"

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

"This is my supplementary credit card. It has a limit of 300,000 yuan. You can use it first! I will deduct it from your commission for consumption!"

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 and a fish-man wearing glasses were lying in the corner of the alley peeping,

The target of their peeping was not a beautiful woman, but an old lady who was walking tremblingly and pushing a moped.

The old lady who had difficulty walking stopped at the corner of the street, took out a pack of cat food from her moped, sprinkled it on the ground, and kept saying "ssssssss-".

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

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

"Be good, come home with me!"

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

"Meow!"

The old lady pulled her coat down, and the fat cat just had time to bark and was wrapped up in the clothes.

The sudden movement scared the 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 car 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 troll black market and we want you to lead the way!"

Hellboy Anu clasped his hands in his fists and cracked his knuckles, threatening the old lady.

"Enter the troll black market? 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 overestimation.

Anu turned his head and looked at the fishman Abel: "Have you brought the canary?"

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

Abel, the fishman next to him, lifted up the white cloth on the birdcage he had been holding, revealing the canary that kept chirping in the birdcage.

The fishman Abel slowly approached the old lady carrying the birdcage. The old lady backed away repeatedly, as if she was afraid of the little bird in the cage.

"No, no, take it away, I'll take you to the Troll Black Market—"

The fishmen Abel and Anu pushed the old lady into a car, under the intimidation of the canary cage that Abel raised from time to time.

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

In front of the old iron door with peeling paint, the old lady ripped off the disguised human skin on her body, revealing her bloated and fat troll body.

Dang Dang Dang!

It stretched out its thick fingers and knocked on the iron door. Soon the window on the iron door was opened, revealing a pair of eyes.

Bang!

After the owner of the eyes confirmed her identity, he opened the iron door.

It has been three days since Boss Tang returned to New York from Monaco. The whole of New York has been turned upside down by these gang members and killers, but Alexander is like a bull in the sea.

No trace at all

"Not found!?"

In the pavilion, there is a long red sandalwood table and a pot of tea. In the Tang and Song Dynasties, I sat on a chair and watched the lotus flowers blooming in the lake.

Lotus flowers as big as the mouth of a bowl are blooming in the lake, including white lotus, pink lotus, and even some light golden lotus.

The gentle breeze makes the water on the lake ripple, and the blossoming lotus flowers sway in the green, which is instantly beautiful.

Next to the long desk, a colorful tiger lay lazily at Tang and Song's feet, its belly rising and falling, making bursts of purring sounds.

Ryan stood in front of the long desk and reported the news to Tang and Song with a somewhat ugly expression.

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

Neither the police nor the people infiltrated by the big and small gangs in New York have found the whereabouts of Alexander Covinus.

This is already the second time. The last time was the mutant named Logan. He mobilized all his efforts and still has not been able to find the whereabouts of the mutant.

Twice in a row, Ryan couldn't help but start to wonder if the people below were cheating and deliberately concealing the information.

"Our people went to investigate the decommissioned warship that sank 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 mobilize our peripheral forces throughout the federation."

After listening to Ryan's words, Tang Song stood up unhurriedly, picked up a transparent test tube containing blood-red liquid next to the long desk, unscrewed the test tube and dropped half a tube into the Fang Hui Inkstone.

Then he used a small jade spoon to dig out three spoons of the finest cinnabar from the jade cup next to him——

"Boss, I'll grind the ink!"

Seeing Tang Song picking up the sapphire strip and preparing to grind the cinnabar in the inkstone, Ryan quickly took it.

"Kingpin spent more than twenty years becoming the boss of New York's underworld, spreading his business to the entire federation, and was known as the Emperor of the Underworld!"

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

In the Tang and Song dynasties, a piece of rice paper was spread out, a blank talisman paper was placed on top of the rice paper, and a jade-stem langhao pen was taken out.

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

Ryan used a sapphire stone strip to thoroughly grind the cinnabar and blood, and soon a pool of sticky blood ink was formed.

In the Tang and Song dynasties, a jade-stem langhao pen was dipped in blood ink, and a blood talisman was quickly sketched on the talisman paper.

It is winding and winding, like an abstract fairy guiding the way.

After drawing the talisman, the Tang and Song Dynasties placed the jade-pole wolf-hair pen on the inkstone, picked up the talisman paper, and folded it in half several times to form a paper crane.

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

It has two wings, a pointed beak, and is made of paper. Yes, it is definitely a paper crane.

"go!"

In the Tang and Song dynasties, with a flick of the finger, this ugly paper crane fluttered in mid-air with two uneven wings.

"Call Kane and the gunmen from the training camp and ask them to bring firearms. Let's go and see which mouse hole the old gentleman Alexander is hiding in!"

Tang and Song Dynasties kicked the sleeping tiger that was snoring loudly.

"Roar!" The confused tiger stood up and roared,

When it came into contact with Tang Song's eyes, it immediately opened its mouth, swung its tail angrily and followed behind Tang Song.

...

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

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

Most of them are bloated trolls. These ugly big guys who are at least two meters tall are the owners of this troll black market.

It is said that the builder of this black market was a troll wizard who used black magic to cover this area of ​​New York and isolate it from human eyes.

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

After all, not all dark races have human-like 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 on this black market.

There were "people" coming and going, except for the trolls, all of them looked strange. Abel and Anu walked among them inconspicuously.

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

A fat troll shouted at the roadside. In the basket in front of him were some internal organs such as heart, liver, intestines and lungs.

The "people" coming and going seemed not to be surprised, as if they had long been accustomed to it.

From time to time, there will be "people" in the group of "people" who come over to negotiate prices.

After seeing a stinky ghoul exchange a set of human internal organs with a gold necklace at the troll stall owner,

Anu only felt that his fist became hard!

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

Seeing the trolls selling human organs unscrupulously in the black market, Anu clenched his fists and wanted to rush forward and beat up the troll.

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

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

Anu looked around and saw that the surrounding areas were densely packed with either trolls or various orcs, goblins, and black witches wearing black cloaks. There were at least hundreds of aliens in the entire troll black market.

Seeing Anu dressed as a dark wizard, he remembered the purpose of coming to the troll black market, and then he loosened his fist.

He stared at several dark wizards who were buying and selling human bones in front of the stall, and was about to go over and lift their hoods to see if they had any targets.

"Anu! Look?"

The fishman 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 walking together, talking and laughing.

"Alexander!"

Abel had no time to stop him. Anu roared and rushed towards Alexander Covinus.

The entire black market was startled by Anu's voice, and all "people" looked at him.

Alexander Covinas, who was the first to bear the brunt, looked towards Anu, somewhat surprised: "Red-skinned monkey, you can actually find this troll black market!"

Anu rushed towards Alexander with his fists raised.

"Stop him!"

The dark elf standing next to Alexander gave an order,

A tall humanoid giant ape-like monster stood out behind him, and shot out a chained iron fist with his right hand, directly knocking Anu away as he jumped in front of him.

"I didn't expect people from 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 with the crown fragment -"

Alexander Coventis glanced at Anu, who was fighting with the giant ape, nodded towards the dark elf beside him, and turned to leave.

Suddenly, there was a noise near the exit of the Troll Black Market.

"arrive!"

A row of black business cars parked in the alley, the doors opened, and a tough man wearing a body armor opened the door and walked out of the car.

They stood in front of the RV in the middle with guns drawn, looking around cautiously.

Kane, who was sitting in the passenger seat of the RV, got out of the car, walked to the back and opened the door. A colorful tiger more than three meters long jumped out of the car.

The tiger paced in the alley, roaring from time to time.

Tang Song got out of the car with a cane. A paper crane fell on his palm, pecked his palm, and then flew to the iron gate at the end of the alley.

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

His eyes were immediately attracted by an energy barrier.

No wonder there was no trace of Alexander. Tang and Song pointed at him like a sword, a little between his eyebrows, and stared at the alley again.

At this moment, Tang and Song's spiritual consciousness penetrated the black wizard's barrier and saw the densely packed dark creatures inside.

"boss!"

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

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

Tang Song stretched out his hand, and the Wuyin wallet flew out of his pocket and flew into his palm. The wallet opened, and four small white bone flags flew out from the Wuyin wallet.

In Tang and Song Dynasties, a mouthful of true energy was ejected, and four small flags turned into four pale white rays of light that flew to a high place and circled the four corners of the alley.

Every time it fell one foot, the small flags grew larger. Soon four white bone flags of more than ten meters fell on the four corners of the housing area, and black air hung down.

It shrouded the entire room area,

In front of the white bone flag, there was a faint appearance of huge ghosts and gods walking down and walking into the barrier shrouded in black air.

(End of chapter)