I Am an Editor at Marvel

In the grass, a guy with a sneaky face pushed his accomplice, the price Jin Bin offered this time was high enough, otherwise they wouldn't have taken such a big risk to come here.

The accomplice glanced at the video in the camera and asked a little uncertainly.

"Okay, just send it over directly. Gold is not rich, so it's a pleasure to give money. You are still young, learn from it."

The speaker was about to retreat when he suddenly felt short. When he looked down, his ankle was directly pressed to the ground, but why didn't it hurt?

After thinking for a few seconds, the speaker's lower body seemed to have all the bones removed, and then the meat was turned in a meat grinder for an hour, and it became soft and rotten.

Pata lay on the ground, and happened to see the last part of his companion turned into pus in front of his eyes. Before he had time to fear, he lost consciousness all of a sudden.

After both of them died, a figure covered in red and covered with scales stepped on the two pools of pus. The pus ran up his legs, and where the pus passed, all the broken scales recovered as new, and his hands were dull. His sharp claws also became sharper.

"Useless human beings are worse than residue."

Mephisto said coldly, don't get me wrong, the two people under his feet are not the human beings in his words, but the dregs of the words. As for the human beings, they naturally refer to Oba who died in the alternation of cold and heat and lack of oxygen. Dia Stein.

Stan died too quickly, forcing Mephisto to activate his backhand ahead of time. The pattern hidden in the Book of Hell Contract is a consciousness that he separated, and its function is naturally to appear and invade the host's body when needed.

Heck, heck, Mephitos quickly transformed his body into a human form. He wants to see what the hell laws that seem to be left outside are. He doesn't allow anyone to secretly use the power of hell.

Except for Gu Yi, after all, Mephisto can't beat that old lady.

Meanwhile, inside the Gold Tooth Building in New York City.

Jin looked at the videos and information fed back to his hand from various channels, and kept tapping his fingers on the armrest.

"Come on!"

"Boss! What are your orders?"

Jin Bin stood up slowly, "I remember you have a man named Wa Long who used to watch the scene in Chinatown, what are you doing now?"

"Boss, he should be in the smuggling business now." The little boss still has a little impression of Walloon. The money handed over every quarter is not too much, but it is also considered stable.

"Well, let him smuggle a thing to Hong Kong. It's urgent. I'll get it tomorrow. You can't unpack it before it arrives. Also, you understand what I want to say, right?" Jin Bing looked down at the little boss, He could see the sweat dripping down his forehead.

"Understood, understood!" The little boss kept nodding. Isn't it just a confidential matter, and he doesn't know what the boss wants to smuggle, no matter what, anyway, the main responsibility for smuggling is Walong's back, and it has nothing to do with him .

"Well, in half an hour, come and get something."

As soon as Jin Bing finished speaking, the little boss left the room swiftly.

"Bullseye, how long does it take to get from here to Hong Kong?" Jin Bin asked suddenly after a minute.

At this time, Bullseye came out from a hidden corner nearby, "Plane, about sixteen hours."

"Call the police 20 hours later, and let him commit suicide." Jin Bing said as he walked towards the dark room.

Bullseye adjusted the firearm in his hand. As a killer himself, he had to do the work of calling the police, isn't that considered unreasonable?

Forget it, don't think about it so much, it's better to determine the whereabouts of the little boss first, and he is very familiar with the job of making people commit suicide.

In the dark room, Jin Bing stood in front of the Holy Master, and the two of them did not speak for a long time.

"Holy Lord, your spell has been found out. In Hong Kong, the specific location seems to be in a place called Papa's Antique Shop. Of course, I don't know if it is here now."

"In addition, the minion of Mephisto you mentioned seems to have also appeared in Hong Kong. Not long ago, he was beaten up by a little girl. The girl can fly, her eyes can shoot rays, and her mouth can spew flames."

"Also, after half an hour, I will have someone send you to Hong Kong, and after 20 hours, I will directly call the police."

Jin Bing directly stated the plan openly, without any intention of concealing or playing sloppy.

Everyone is a thousand-year-old fox, why bother talking about Liaozhai here.

"Jin Bin, I suddenly admire you more." The Lord said word by word.

Jin Bing's ability to judge the situation accurately did not shame the title of underground overlord, and Jin has not signed any contract with him from the beginning to the present, and he is cautious enough.

"Just do as you said." The Lord continued, "If you plan to change jobs in the future, you can come to me."

"No need, I don't like working for others." Jin Bin said and walked out of the room.

After Jin Bin left, soldiers of the Shadow Legion appeared one after another in the shadows around them, unloading the Holy Master from the wall and packing them directly into boxes.

During the whole process, the Holy Master was angry and excited. The anger was that his power was stolen, what flying, what rays, what fire breathing! That's all his strength!

The excitement is that he is finally getting closer to his spell, and he is one step closer to getting out of trouble!

Half an hour later, the huge box fell into the hands of Varon after passing through the hands of the little boss, and he followed him on a plane to Hong Kong.

Twenty hours later, after paying the customs duties on artworks, Walloon successfully entered Hong Kong, and moved the big box to a hotel he booked by the way.

"I'm so exhausted..." Valon gasped for breath, sat down on the bed, took out his phone, and was about to ask his boss where to send this thing.

But I called several times in a row, but no one answered.

"Don't fight, he's dead."

The Holy Lord's voice came out from the box, and then the shadow soldiers surrounded Wallon directly, and drew the curtains of the room by the way.

Seeing so many strange people suddenly appearing around, Valon honestly let go of the phone and raised his hands.

Ask for recommendation tickets, ask for monthly tickets, ask for investment, ask for rewards, ask for subscriptions, ask for everything.

I had a bad cold today, and it still didn’t get better after a good night’s sleep. It took me two hours to finish this chapter, and I couldn’t write it anymore. I’m going to do two updates today, and I’ll continue to add more tomorrow.