Generally speaking, the power of demons is mostly related to fire, presumably due to the environment in which they live.Using fire against demons is undoubtedly a foolish thing to do, as demons tend to have insanely high fire resistance.But as a carrier of demonic power, the half-demon in front of Merlin was not completely immune to the damage of the flames.He stood up from the flames of the explosion, his whole body set on fire, and his body was shattered by the scattered fragments, looking extremely miserable.But the magic of darkness was rapidly filling his wounds, allowing him to endure the excruciating pain.Unfortunately, Merlin's weapons test has come to an end."
Wow" The moment this guy walked out of the flames, a dark cloud of smoke wrapped around his body, like a gust of wind blowing in his face.Merlin shoved two things into the half-demon's shattered body, then retreated at breakneck speed.2 seconds later...The movement of the "boom" grenade explosion was no smaller than the grenade explosion just now, this time the explosion really shattered the body of the half-demon in front of him, this time, no matter how strong his recovery power was, he couldn't stand up.The flames of the explosion quickly dissipated, and Merlin appeared.He walked over to the wreckage in front of him, crouched down, and pulled a burned, blackened bone from the throbbing flames.He could feel that there was a faint dark magic in this bone, but what made Merlin feel bad was that although this dark magic did exude the smell of the Three Palaces Demon, it was not difficult to find that this power was not pure.It's not like the magic in his body that's completely endowed by the Three Palaces Demon, it's more like...
Turned hands once.There is another breath in this magic.The blackened bone was thrown back into the flames, and Merlin shook the ashes off his fingers.With a frown, he walked over to the biker's motorcycle, which he rummaged through and eventually found some insignia that resembled the organization's emblem, which he held in his hand and sat back in.Merlin drove out of the parking lot before the police arrived.Merlin could probably guess that the guy he killed was probably not the real half-demon that Konstantin asked him to be careful about.This guy should be a subordinate of the half-demon, or a follower.Something like a cultist.He was just a pawn sent out to die, or bait, just to lure Merlin to the bait and expose himself.The real half-demon should still be hiding in the dark, maybe even nearby, watching Merlin's battle with his followers to assess Merlin's power and threat.It won't really strike until the cunning half-demon finds out the details of Merlin.This made Merlin feel threatened, and after the previous pursuit and escape, he was once again taken as a prey.But this time, Merlin won't be running away again.—————————————————————— "These photos, as well as the names, search history. ”The next morning, when Merlin returned home from his morning run, Hitwell was ready for work.Merlin gave Hitwell, the camera he disguised as a cigarette case, pointed to the pictures on the computer screen, and gave Heatwell the name of each photo.He patted the trainee on the shoulder and said to Hitwell, "Collect their information and addresses in the database, and complete their personal files as much as possible, can you sort them out by tonight?"
”"Well, yes, it's not that hard."
Hitwell pushed his glasses, his hands tapping quickly on the keyboard, the young man of Indian origin, clearly in working condition."
Very well, then I won't bother you."
Merlin said goodbye to Heaterville, walked into the room, made a phone call, changed into casual clothes, put on a baseball cap and sunglasses, and walked out the door.Ten minutes later, in a Hell's Kitchen café, Merlin waited for his guest.Tucker, a black guy who had a relationship with Merlin, walked into the café, and with a flattering smile, he sat down on the chair opposite Merlin, and said, "Boss Merlin, do you have anything to do with me?"
”"Just call me Merlin, Tucker, I'm looking for you because I need your help."
Merlin ordered two cups of coffee, then handed Tucker the badge he had found from the biker last night, and said, "Last time you said, you knew a lot about Hell's Kitchen.Have you seen this thing in your neighborhood?
”Tucker took the emblem in his hand, glanced at it, then nodded, and said to Merlin, "Of course I did, it's the sign of a rabid dog of hell." ”"Hell Rabids?
What is that?
”Merlin had never heard of the name, so Tucker explained it: "It was ostensibly a brotherhood of long-distance trucking drivers. ”"The members are very mixed, they all like locomotives, and occasionally organize locomotive parades, but in fact, they also do some illegal business.I've heard that Hellrainia controls a channel from Mexico to New York.Twenty percent of the poison X in Manhattan was sent by them. ”"Their base camp is in Hell's Kitchen, not far from Josie's Bar.When you walk there, you can often see a group of people in biker jackets partying. ”Tucker returned the badge to Merlin, and he cautiously said, "Hellhound has a lot of power in Hell's Kitchen, and since they took out the Irish gangs a few years ago, not many people have been willing to provoke them anymore." ”"Hmm."
Merlin nodded, the half-demon he met last night was also dressed as a biker, and he was most likely the man in this hell rabid dog.Merlin thought for a moment and asked, "Are there any members of the Hell Rabid Dogs that...
Well, a lot like a cultist-like guy?
Sing praises to the devil, hold a sacrifice or something. ”"I've never heard of this."
Tucker said to Merlin with a puzzled face: "Merlin, you have also seen the situation in Hell's Kitchen, there are all kinds of people here, and there are more people who claim to worship the devil. ”"I did hear some gossip, though, that the owner of Hellrabid is a mysterious man who regularly visits the base camp to meet with the members every month.On that day of the month, their base camp closes its doors and does not accept any business.Indeed, some old people say that they may be engaged in a cult, but there is no evidence. ”The black guy shrugged his shoulders and said to Merlin, "Other than that, there's nothing unusual about them, Hellhound has been expanding in Hell's Kitchen for the last few years, and a lot of my friends have joined in.After all, they have official identities to disguise, and the local police rarely trouble them, so it's a good choice to join them. ”"What about you?
Tuck. ”Merlin unfolded his dark perception and looked into Tucker's eyes, and he asked, "Why don't you join them?"
”"I don't like locomotives, I was almost beaten to death by a drunk locomotive maniac as a kid."
Tucker pursed his lips and said with a dissatisfied expression: "And the work of the Hellrabid is very dangerous, people go missing every month, and selling X is a risky industry after all."
I'm a person who doesn't like to take risks. ”"Are people missing every month?"
Merlin nodded thoughtfully, he ended the conversation, and then said to Tucker, "I'm going to buy some more 'self-defense items' from you, is there anything more powerful?"
”"Yes!"
As soon as Tucker heard that there was business, he immediately smiled and said to Merlin, "I'll take you to my warehouse."
If you're not satisfied, I can also help you get in touch with Boss Yuri, who even has second-hand land tanks and tanks, uh, though those aren't suitable for Hell's Kitchen. ”"Look, there!
That's the base camp of Hellhounds. ”A few minutes later, Tucker was driving his pickup truck, and as he passed by a relatively remote street, he pointed to a building on the side of the road and said to Merlin, "Look at the locomotives parked in front of them, and they are all high-end goods."
I don't like bikers, but I have to admit that these guys do have a lot of cards. ”"Oh, that's right."
Merlin looked back at the slightly older building, which was supposed to be a warehouse, but had been converted into a pub-like place.On the walls of the four-story building, painted in red oil paint, a fierce hound with a head surrounded by flames.And, as Tucker said, outside of this warehouse, there are more than a dozen high-end locomotives parked, and they show their financial strength in this simple and crude way.Well, it's a lot of cards.Merlin made a note of the location, and behind his sunglasses, a glint flashed in his eyes.He now suspects that the half-demon that Konstantin reminded him to be careful with is likely to be the mysterious boss behind Hellhound.As for the Hell Rabid Dogs, it's also likely that the half-demon drummed up something similar to a cult.Like the guy who was sent to his death last night, there should be some in this place."
Speaking of which, Tucker, do you know a guy named Konstantin?"
Merlin sat in the passenger seat, sharing a cigarette with Tucker and casually asked, "Maybe it's a detective, wearing a yellow trench coat, short blond hair, always looking decadent, and speaking with a bit of a British accent." ”"Hmm...
Let me think. ”Tucker thought with a frown as he drove, and after a few minutes, he shook his head, "No, I don't think I've seen it."
But if you need it, Merlin, I can find it for you with my friends, who know the other neighborhoods well, but...
Then it's not free. ”"Then go find it!"
Merlin, who had the money in his hands, now had a lot of money, and he entrusted the matter to Tucker without even asking about the price.The latter doesn't care either, although Tucker is young, he has been messing around in Hell's Kitchen since he was a child, what kind of things has he not seen?
It's just about finding someone, and it's the easiest way to make money.While the two were talking, they came to Tucker's private warehouse, which was at the very edge of Hell's Kitchen, on a small dock on the shore, where many containers were piled up, and Tucker's private warehouse was in one of them."
Please come in, Merlin."
Tucker opened the heavy lock and made a "please" gesture to Merlin, and the black man said triumphantly, "You won't find a better place than I have here!"
Even in Brooklyn, people have come to me to buy things, trust me, you won't be disappointed!
”——————————————————————— night, Merlin drove outside the base camp of the Hell Rabid Brotherhood.He parked his car two blocks away, and then under the cover of night, he came to the building alone.It's midnight, but the base camp is still buzzing, and it looks like the Hellhounds guys are getting ready to party all night.Merlin walked around the back door, and saw a drunken muscular man, a lady with a great figure in the dark.The back door was so wide open that it seemed like they weren't worried that someone would sneak into their house.Merlin did not disturb the tryst between the man and the lady, and under the cover of the Cloak of Shadows, he easily entered the four-story building.The interior of the building is decorated like an authentic fraternity, like a bar, the cacophony of music makes people's ears hurt, a group of muscular men drink and chat, and a group of ragged young ladies are called to dance for them.It's so erosive!
Merlin despised the drunken creatures for a moment, and he made his way to the higher levels in the dark.The second floor is an empty space with lots of tools for repairing locomotives, and a couple of bikers, sitting here, remodeled a cool black flat-shovel motorcycle.Again, there was nothing Merlin wanted to see, no fluctuations and remnants of mana.He continued upwards, and the third floor was laid out like a dormitory.Merlin finally smelled a trace of impure dark magic after entering the place, exactly like the biker he had killed.Merlin spent a few minutes looking through more than a dozen dormitories, and in several houses, he found sleeping half-demons.Or as it is called, the half-demon of the second transformation.They were all ordinary people, who had been forcibly infused with dark magic in a special way, and then imprisoned in their beds, enduring the pain of the dark magic invading their bodies.Merlin had experienced that kind of pain firsthand, and it was difficult for ordinary people to bear.No wonder the half-demon he killed looked irrational, like a beast.To be transformed in such a cruel and inhumane way, anyone will be tortured and driven crazy.Merlin knew that he had guessed correctly, the Hell Rabid Dog Brotherhood was indeed a cult formed by the "son" of the Three Palace Demons.But Merlin still had doubts in his heart, why did that half-demon transform so many defective products?
What is its purpose?
With this suspicion, Merlin stepped up the stairs to the fourth floor, focusing all his energy on maintaining the Cloak of Shadow, and he didn't know if the half-demon was here, or if it could sense Merlin's presence.And at the moment when Merlin stepped into the fourth floor and quietly infiltrated the luxurious living room through the open glass, the watch with the BP machine function on his wrist suddenly vibrate.This sudden sound startled Merlin to immediately stop infiltrating and stop the vibration of the watch.And the closed door in front of him was suddenly pushed open at this moment.A fierce bald head with a fleshy face and a naked body poked his head out and looked towards Merlin's location.That's Maurice, nicknamed Rabies!
The mysterious boss of Hellhound.The moment he appeared, a strong violent aura that made people unable to breathe also rushed to his face.This is indeed a half-demon!
Powerful half-demons!
The true "son" of the Three Palaces, the son of the devil!
And at this moment, in this quiet, dark-enveloped room, the two "sons" of the Three Palace Demons looked at each other.()