I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo

Chapter 211 American Agent

New York,

Manhattan, Bedford Street.

As the world's number one metropolis in all aspects, it gathers countless wealth, fame, as well as conspiracy and darkness.

Under the night sky, in a huge white manor with a typical colonial style, bodyguards in black suits patrol with military dogs, and a large number of surveillance cameras, bright or dark, can see all corners of the manor.

Infrared alarms draw invisible lines of defense in the walls and courtyards. As long as a creature passes through, it will be immediately detected by the monitoring system.

There are also suspended balloon drones in the night sky, constantly scanning the entire manor, and the security work can be said to be watertight.

Unfortunately, this is only for "ordinary" extraordinary people.

Under the night sky, countless black "lines" keep crawling along the corners of the building, and finally entangle and combine with each other under the balcony eaves of the master bedroom, turning into a squatting black shadow.

"Oh~~ye~~yes~~"

Hmm?

A familiar female panting voice came from the room, causing the figure hanging upside down on the balcony to pause; who would have thought that the target would be doing aerobics at this point?

As a gentleman, the black shadow decided to wait a little.

"I'm coming!"

Accompanied by a long scream, the female voice became long.

Then:

"com~~"

Another familiar female voice sounded, and the second battle began.

More than half an hour later.

? ? ?

Three people have been replaced, shit!

The black shadow no longer waited, and the whole person turned into countless wriggling black lines, and instantly sneaked into the room silently through the gap in the window.

As soon as he entered the luxurious bedroom, a smell of perfume, sweat, and some indescribable smells came to his nose, causing the black shadow, who was a superhuman, to frown.

Sometimes, having too sharp five senses is not a good thing.

"Oh my god——?!"

The blonde beauty who was "fighting hand to hand" with the owner of this mansion was facing the balcony. She was frightened to see a black shadow wriggling out of thin air and screamed on the spot, and at the same time, she clamped hard.

"Shit!"

The young black rich man who was sprinting instinctively dodged to the side, pulled out his gun and rolled over. It seemed that he had encountered many scenes of "being assassinated".

At the same time, he shouted while rolling——

"Mike!!"

Swish,

An old white man in an old-fashioned jacket rushed out of the room next to the bedroom that was not closed.

At the same time, the old white man's elongated and thickened silver pistol or hand cannon in his hand had already aimed at the black shadow on the balcony.

It was a real "black shadow": the whole body seemed to be wearing a black jumpsuit, with only a pair of eyes exposed.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three specially made bullets whizzed out, but they were not aimed at the intruding black shadow, but at:

the front of the tumbling black rich man!

Compared with hurting the enemy, the old white man chose to "protect" the boss first.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three more gunshots followed,

after blocking the space in front of his boss, the other three bullets were shot at the black shadow.

"Huh?"

The black shadow rushing towards the tumbling rich man exclaimed.

He had dodged the bullets, but his body paused slightly: because one bullet hit the wall next to him, suddenly reflected back and sank into his back.

Interesting technique.

Unfortunately, it was useless to him.

The black silk thread behind him squirmed, and the twisted bullet was squeezed out.

Bang!

With such a delay, the door of the bedroom was knocked away.

A round figure rushed in amid the shattered fragments of the high-end teak door.

"Alex, what happened?!"

The man who came was also a black man. He first noticed the old white man who fired the gun, and then saw the black shadow approaching his boss, and immediately rushed over with a roar.

"Get away from my brother--"

Boom! !

The next second, a more violent force than his came at him.

A 'sledgehammer' whistled down on his head, instantly making the fat black man short in the air.

"Don't move,"

the black shadow spoke,

one of his hands turned into a sledgehammer, and the other hand turned into a crab claw.

The sledgehammer smashed half of the fat black man's body into the floor, and the crab claw was across the neck of the black rich man who rolled out. As long as it closed

"Hey, calm down, calm down! man~~"

The naked black rich man squatting on the ground immediately raised his hands, and his usual rap tone was scared out of him.

"Whoever sent you here, I'll give you ten times, no, a hundred times the commission!"

"I have the capital to do that."

"Shut up, Mr. Alexander."

The naked black rich man was stunned by the impatient voice of the black shadow.

"You are."

"Agent Mike from the FBI?"

? !

"I remember your voice, I started out as a rapper."

The black rich man squatting on the ground became energetic. No matter why the other party wanted to assassinate him, the most urgent thing now was how to save his life.

"I just had dinner with your director yesterday, at the dinner of the president."

"Mr. Alexander, you misunderstood."

Since his identity had been exposed by the other party, the black shadow no longer hid: the black 'one-piece suit' on his body was squirming and turned into a black suit.

? !

What is this, venom?

The few people in the room did not dare to move at all,

Whether it's the three beauties with pale faces on the bed, the old white man holding a gun, or the fat black man sinking into the floor.

"Since you still remember me, can you answer the question I asked you?"

Dong dong dong,

While ‘former FBI’ Agent Mike asked,

The old white man named ‘Mike’ raised his knife and knocked the three beauties on the big bed unconscious.

"God,"

"Please believe me, I have nothing to do with that damn 'missing girl case'!"

With a weapon held at his neck, the rich black man with a naked butt screamed in humiliation.

"I swear, look over there-"

He raised his hand and pointed at the big bed. There were three blond and white girls lying in the mess.

"What I like is blond hair, big waves, and white skin. I am good friends with the Commander-in-Chief, and I am not the same as those donkey gangsters."

This is a reason,

"Well, Mr. Alexander."

"Please tell me which rich people are involved: Wouldn't a big shot like you not know the inside story?"

"I"

The face of the rich young black man squatting on the ground changed several times:

His skin tone was not dark, more like that of a man who had sunbathed too much.

"Okay, okay. I said."

After quickly spitting out a few names, all of which were famous American business figures, the rich man raised his head in resignation:

"Brother, I can buy my life with money——"

"I don't want your money,"

When the rich man's heart was in despair, the crab claws around his neck were removed.

"Thank you for your cooperation. Goodbye."

brush,

The next second, the 'FBI agent' jumped back.

Wow,

The sound of broken windows,

And the siren suddenly sounded in the manor.

"I, I, am not dead?"

Unable to help but touch his neck, the rich young black man with bare buttocks looked in disbelief.

According to his character, killing people and silencing them is the best solution.

He used himself to save others, but the other party actually let him go.

Tap tap tap,

"There's an attack—"

"Boss, are you okay?"

At this time, a series of dense footsteps came, and a group of bodyguards in black suits armed with guns rushed into the bedroom.

"Get out!"

Standing up, the rich man in a bad mood waved his hand.

These bodyguards immediately exited the room in dejection and dispersed to all corners that needed to be guarded.

"A bunch of trash, you don't even know someone touched my bedroom?"

"And you, Tony—"

The rich man who narrowly escaped death turned his anger towards the fat black man who was sinking into the floor and was trying hard with his arms, but couldn't pull himself out.

"I want you to eat less and eat less. Is there anyone like you who can be a bodyguard?"

"Hey, I'm your brother!"

The fat dark man spread his hands and retorted.

"Aren't you the same? You sleep with women every day, and you put off all training."

"Hey, you're fired!"

"If you fire me, fire me. I still want to eat and drink here~~"

"That's enough, you two."

While inspecting the body of the young black rich man, the old white man stopped the two guys who were blaming each other for "post-match review".

The old white man was responsible for security, and he also helped the black rich handle a lot of dirty work.

It can be said that he is the most trusted by the rich.

"There were no obvious injuries,"

"But we don't rule out the possibility that there is some kind of 'curse' lurking."

"Starting from tomorrow, you two must complete the training content I assigned: In this chaotic era, if you don't want to die, just work hard to become stronger!"

"Ah, but it's my job."

"Well, you're right, Mike."

He picked up his nightgown from the side and put it on. The young black rich man also understood that the old white man named "Mike" was doing it for his own good.

Although making money is important, in this 'extraordinary era', no matter how much money you have, you can't buy your own life: just like before, he could only beg to die, and he didn't want to experience it again.

"Come on, Tony."

Reaching out to pull the fat black man out from the floor, the rich black man named 'Alexander' patted his cousin on the shoulder.

"Sorry, I just got excited."

"No, Alex, you are right, it's time for me to lose weight."

The fat dark man also gave the other party a big hug in fear.

"If anything happens to you, we we"

"Okay, okay,"

For his cousin, the rich black man Alexander couldn't help but roll his eyes.

You need ability but not ability, you need perseverance but not perseverance, you need IQ but not IQ. After following me for so many years, my abilities have not improved except for eating, drinking and having fun. Rather, he is full of fat.

“We are a family and we rely on each other to keep going.”

There is nothing to say about the other party being 'loyal'. After all, he is his cousin.

Otherwise, it would not be his turn to drink the precious extraordinary potion.

Sometimes, if the subordinates are a bit stupid, the superiors will be reassured.

"Boss, they."

The old white man's eyes swept over several beauties who had fainted on the bed. These were all up-and-coming 'newcomers' in Hollywood. In order to get better resources, they climbed into the bed of a rich black man. Now something like this happened:

"Send them"

Touching his neck, the young black rich man changed his mind.

"Let them play here for a few days."

————

Bedford Street,

In another luxurious manor thousands of meters away,

"The blood has spirituality, which is not only the flow of life, but also symbolizes the value and information of life, similar to the role of currency in the economy."

The host of the banquet said this while shaking the red wine glass in his hand.

"Even the 'extraordinary potion' is extracted from the blood of extraordinary beings."

After speaking, he took a sip of the bright red liquid in the cup.

Putting down the wine glass, the manor owner turned to look at a man in a suit and tie.

"Mr. Philip,"

"No offense to your beliefs, right?"

"If there is not another Jew in this house."

The man being questioned by the owner of the manor held a knife and fork, smiled and made an 'American joke'.

"Then no."

The man holding the knife and fork is Jewish, and his faith prohibits eating blood.

Because as the owner of the manor just said: blood is regarded as the source of life, and eating blood is considered a violation of life in Judaism. In addition, blood was also used as a sacrificial offering in ancient times, so it stands to reason that his faith would not allow this to happen.

but--

Belief is something that can be changed flexibly.

Many people think that the Jews have all kinds of magic and can secretly manipulate America. However, if you think about it with your toes, it is impossible!

For many politicians and wealthy people who are aspiring to climb up, putting on a 'Jewish' skin can indeed break certain ceilings.

But those who really control the lifeblood of America are the old white men of the Angsa Group: even the old black men can be the commander-in-chief of America, but the Jews cannot even get an important position. Even if there are a few, they have repeatedly emphasized that they American duties', avoiding talking about blood.

Smart people all know that if a mere 2% of the population wants to control a country, the end result will be that they will be completely devoured by the backlash!

So the guest's answer seemed natural.

"What a pity,"

The owner of the manor put down the wine glass in his hand,

"The blood of extraordinary beings is too precious."

How much 'spiritual' improvement can the blood of these ordinary people bring?

"You are a full member of the 'Church',"

Another guest raised his glass,

"Not from church."

Think of a way?

These middle-class rich people gather here,

Don't you just covet the manor owner's status as a 'church member' and want a piece of the pie?

"In the church, although I want to help the lady, there are too many sycophants. Those opportunistic guys are not worthy of enjoying the glory of 'Father'!"

The resentment in the manor owner's tone did not seem to be hypocritical: it was just that he was the opportunistic one; the glory of the 'father' was just a ladder for him to climb up.

Because of this, his status in the church is just that of an ordinary ‘baptized person’.

"If you have any use for me, please feel free to ask."

"Yes, we will never refuse"

"Exactly,"

The other guests also made promises, like sycophants surrounding the 'king'.

Even if the other party is just an ordinary member of the "church", to these middle-level rich people, he is an extremely important person.

"rest assured,"

The compliments are flooding in,

The manor owner nodded slightly enjoying himself.

"The glory of the Father will soon shine upon America;"

"All devout believers will ascend to noble families."

In a sense, he was right.