Shadow of the Beautiful World

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Generally speaking, the power of demons is mostly related to fire, which is probably caused by the environment in which they live.

It is undoubtedly stupid to deal with demons with flames, because the flame resistance of demons is generally so high as to be mad. But as a carrier of demonic power, the half demon in front of Merlin is not completely immune to the damage of fire.

He stood up from the explosive flame, his whole body was ignited, and his body was shattered by the scattered fragments, looking extremely miserable.

But the magic of darkness is filling his injuries quickly, so that he can persevere in this extreme pain.

It is a pity that Merlin's weapon test has come to an end.

"Wow"

At the moment this guy stepped out of the flames, a dark cloud of smoke wrapped around his body, like a gust of wind. Merlin stuffed two things into the broken body of the half-magic, and then backed away at a very fast speed.

After 2 seconds...

"boom"

The movement of the grenade explosion was no less than that of the grenade explosion just now. This explosion really shattered the half-devil's body in front of him. This time, even if he had strong resilience, he couldn't stand up.

The flame of the explosion quickly dissipated, and Merlin appeared.

He walked over to the wreckage in front of him. He crouched down and took out a burnt black bone from the beating flame.

He can feel that there is a faint dark magic in this bone, but what makes Merlin feel bad is that although this dark magic does indeed exude the smell of the Sannomiya, but if you carefully discern it, it is not difficult to find that this Power is not pure.

It wasn't like the magic in his body that was completely given by the Sannomiya, it was more like... turning his hand once.

There is another breath in this magic.

"Snapped"

The blackened bone was thrown back into the flames, and Merlin shook the ashes on his fingers. He frowned, and walked to the motorcycle of the locomotive. He rummaged in the motorcycle, and finally found some emblems similar to the organization logo. He took those things in his hand and sat back in the car.

Before the police arrived, Merlin drove off the parking lot.

Merlin probably guessed that the guy he killed should not be the real half-devil Constantine made him treat with care.

This guy should be a subordinate of the devil, or a follower.

Similar to the cultists.

He was just a **** sent to death, or bait, just to lure Merlin and expose himself. The real half-devil should still be hiding in the dark, and may even be hiding nearby, peeping at Merlin's battle with his followers to assess Merlin's strength and threats.

After the cunning half-magic figured out Merlin's details, it would really shoot.

This made Merlin feel threatened. After going through the previous chase and escape, he was once again regarded as a prey.

But this time, Merlin would not run away again.

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"These photos, as well as names, search records."

When Merlin returned home early in the morning the next morning, Hitville was ready to work. Merlin gave the camera disguised as a cigarette case to Hitville, pointed to the photos on the computer screen, and told each name to Hitville.

He patted the intern agent's shoulder and said to Hitville:

"Gather their information, address, and perfect their personal files as much as possible in the database. Can they be sorted out before tonight?"

"Well, yes, it's not difficult."

Hitville pushed his glasses, his hands striking on the keyboard quickly, the Indian young man, apparently has entered a working state.

"Very well, then I won't disturb you."

Merlin bid farewell to work at Heatville, he walked into the room, made a phone call, changed into casual clothes, put on a baseball cap and sunglasses, and walked out of the door.

Ten minutes later, in a cafe in Hell's Kitchen, Merlin waited for his guests.

Tucker, a black guy who had a close relationship with Merlin, walked into the cafe. With a pleased smile, he sat on the chair opposite Merlin. He said:

"Boss Merlin, what are you doing with me?"

"Just call me Merlin, Tucker. I'm here for you. I have something to ask you for help."

Merlin ordered two cups of coffee and handed the badge found from the locomotive rider to Tucker last night. He said:

"You said last time that you are familiar in Hell's Kitchen. Have you seen this thing nearby?"

Tucker put the insignia in his hand and glanced at it. He nodded and said to Merlin:

"Of course I have seen it, this is a sign of **** mad dog."

"Helldog? What is that?"

Merlin had never heard of this name, and Tucker explained to him:

"It was a brotherhood of drivers who ran long distances and worked as freight."

"The members inside are very mixed, and they like locomotives, and occasionally organize locomotive parades, but in fact, they will also do some illegal business. I heard that **** mad dogs have an X channel from Mexico to New York. Manhattan They sent over 20% of the poison X here."

"Their base camp is in Hell's Kitchen, not far from the Josie Bar. When you walk there, you can often see a group of people wearing motorcycle jackets partying."

Tucker returned the badge to Merlin. He said carefully:

"Hell rabies are very powerful in Hell's Kitchen. Since they turned the Irish gang a few years ago, not many people are willing to provoke them."

"Ok."

Merlin nodded. The half-magic he met last night was also dressed as a locomotive rider. He was probably the man in this **** mad dog.

Merlin thought for a while and then asked:

"Is there a member of the **** mad dog... well, it's like a cultist? Praise the devil, hold a sacrifice or something."

"This, I never heard of it."

Tucker looked tangled and said to Merlin:

"Merlin, you have also seen the situation in Hell's Kitchen. There are everyone here, and there are more people who claim to worship the devil."

"However, I did hear some gossip. It is said that the boss of Hellhound is a very mysterious person. He visits the base camp and members regularly every month. On the day of each month, their base camp will be closed. The door does not accept any business. Some old people do say that they may be engaged in cults, but there is no evidence."

The black guy shrugged and said to Merlin:

"Other than that, they are nothing unusual. In recent years, **** mad dogs have been expanding in the **** kitchen, and many of my friends have joined them. After all, they have an official identity to cover up, and the local police rarely find them. Trouble, joining them is also a good choice."

"What about you? Tucker."

Merlin opened his dark perception and looked at Tucker's eyes. He asked:

"Why don't you join them?"

"I don't like locomotives. I was almost killed by a drunk locomotive when I was a kid."

Tuck pouted and said dissatisfiedly:

"And the work of **** mad dogs is very dangerous. Every month someone is missing. After all, selling X is a risky industry. I am a person who does not like to take risks."

"Is anyone missing every month?"

Merlin nodded thoughtfully, he ended the topic, and then said to Tucker:

"I'm going to buy some'self-defense items' from you again, is there anything more powerful?"

"Have!"

As soon as Tuck heard about the business, he immediately said to Merlin with a smile:

"I will take you to my warehouse to see. If you are not satisfied, I can also help you contact the boss Yuri, who can get even second-hand land vehicles and tanks, er, although that thing is not suitable for driving to Come to Hell's Kitchen."

"Look, there! That's the base camp of Hellhound."

A few minutes later, Tucker drove his pickup, and while passing a relatively remote street, he pointed to a building on the roadside and said to Merlin:

"It's all locomotives that stop at their door, and they are all high-end goods. Although I don't like locomotive riders, I have to admit that these guys are indeed very good.

"Oh, I see."

Merlin looked back at the slightly old building, which should have been a warehouse, and was now converted into a bar-like place.

On the four-story wall, painted with red oil paint, a vicious hound sign surrounded by flames.

And as Tucker said, outside this warehouse, there are more than a dozen high-end locomotives. In this simple and crude way, they show their financial resources.

Yeah, it's really very good.

Merlin took note of this position, and after the sunglasses, a flash of light flashed in his eyes.

He is now very skeptical that the half-devil Constantine reminded him to be careful of is probably the mysterious boss behind the **** mad dog. As for the organization of **** mad dogs, it is very likely that the half-magic drum is like a cult.

Like the guy who was sent to death last night, there should be some more in this place.

"Speaking of that, Tucker, do you know a guy named Constantine?"

Merlin sat on the co-pilot, sharing cigarettes with Tucker, and casually asked:

"It may be a detective, wearing a yellow trench coat and short blond hair, always with a decadent look and a bit of British accent."

"Um... let me think about it."

While driving, Tucker frowned and thought hard. After a few minutes, he shook his head:

"No, I should have never seen it. But if you need it, Merlin, I can find my friends to help you find them. They are also familiar in other neighborhoods, but...it is not free. ."

"Go find it!"

Merlin, who had the project funds in hand, now has a lot of money. He didn’t even ask about the price, so he entrusted the matter to Tucker.

The latter didn't care. Although Tucker was young, he had been in the **** kitchen since childhood. What kind of things has he never seen?

It's just looking for someone. This is the easiest way to make money.

Between the two talking, they came to Tucker's private warehouse. This place was on the edge of Hell's Kitchen, on a small dock near the beach. There were many containers stacked here. Tucker's private warehouse was in one of them. .

"Come in, Merlin."

Tucker opened the heavy lock and made a "please" gesture to Merlin. The black ground snake said proudly:

"Looking through the entire **** kitchen, you can never find a place that is more complete than mine! There are people from Brooklyn who come to me to buy things. Believe me, you will never be disappointed!"

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That night, Merlin drove the car and came outside the base of the Hellhound Brotherhood.

He parked the car two blocks away, and then under the cover of night, a man came to the building.

It was already midnight, but the base camp was still full of people, and it seemed that the **** mad guys were preparing to revel all night. Merlin walked to the back door and saw a drunk, muscular man, who was looking at me in the dark with a great lady.

The back door was so open, it seemed that they did not worry at all, that someone would sneak into their house.

Merlin did not disturb the meeting between the big man and the lady. With the cloak of the shadow cloak, he easily entered the four-story building.

The interior decoration of this building is like an authentic brotherhood, like a bar. The harsh music shocked people's ears. A group of muscular rough guys were drinking and chatting, and they also called a batch of clothes. The scruffy young ladies cheered for them.

It's so erosive!

Merlin scorned this group of drunken and dreamy guys as he moved towards the higher levels in the dark.

The second floor is an empty place with many tools for repairing locomotives, as well as a few locomotive riders, who are sitting here, remodeling a cool black flat-blade motorcycle.

There is also nothing Merlin wants to see here, no magical fluctuations and residues.

He continued to move up, and the third floor is similar to the layout of the dormitory. After Merlin entered here, he finally smelled a trace of impure dark magic, just like the locomotive rider he killed.

Merlin spent a few minutes reviewing more than a dozen dormitories. In several houses, he found the sleeping devil.

Or called, the semi-devil of the second conversion.

They are ordinary people. They were forcibly infused with dark magic by special methods, and then imprisoned on the bed, enduring the pain of the dark magic invading the body.

That kind of pain Merlin experienced first-hand, it is hard for ordinary people to bear.

No wonder the half demon he killed had no sense, like a beast. Being transformed in such a cruel way, anyone will be tortured crazy.

Merlin knew he was right. The Hellhound Brotherhood was indeed a cult formed by the "son" of the Sannomiya.

But Merlin still had doubts in his heart, why did that half-devil transform so many defective products?

What is its purpose?

With this doubt, Merlin stepped up the stairs to the fourth floor. He put all his energy on maintaining the shadow cloak. He did not know whether the half demon was here and whether it could sense Merlin's existence. .

And just when Merlin stepped on the fourth floor and quietly followed the opened glass into the luxurious living room, the watch with BP function on his wrist suddenly vibrated.

The sudden sound made Merlin stop and penetrate immediately, stopping the vibration of the watch.

And the closed door in front of him was suddenly pushed open at this moment.

A vicious face with naked flesh and naked upper body leaned out of his head and looked towards where Merlin was.

That's Morris, nicknamed rabid!

The mysterious boss of Hellhound.

At the moment when he appeared, the violent violent breath that made people unable to breathe also came. This is really a devil! Powerful half demon! The real "son" of the Sannomiya, son of the devil!

At this moment, in this quiet, dark room, the two "sons" of Sannomiya face each other.

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