When people are busy, time always flies.Almost in the blink of an eye, the time had come to March 1998.Three years is enough time to turn New York City upside down, with more high-rise buildings rising to replace the old ones.New technologies are constantly being invented and applied, and in an era of rapid change, strange things are happening around the world almost every day.And people have become accustomed to it.In the afternoon, in the evening sun, a black Ford with the black and white eagle logo painted on its body stopped on the side of the street on the edge of Manhattan.The door opened, and Agent Melinda, dressed in a black uniform and wearing sunglasses, stepped out of the car with a serious attitude.Beside her, there were two agents who were also wearing sunglasses."
Jimmy, you stay outside and be on guard."
Melinda instructed the two agents behind her in the tone of a chief, "Rose, you follow me." ”"Yes, Sir Melinda."
The two agents responded, and the yellow-skinned agent leaned against the side of the car and watched the other two men walk towards the nightclub in front of them.At this point, the nightclub has not officially opened for business, but there are already many cars parked in front of the door, including some expensive sports cars.Agent Roster followed behind Melinda, he looked at the nightclub in front of him, he couldn't help but whisper: "Sir, I heard that this is the largest alien neutral zone in New York, and there is a mysterious boss running behind it, will it cause some trouble if we just break in?"
”"That's right."
Melinda replied in a calm tone, "This is Midnight's Daddy's territory, he is known as the 'Voodoo King of the East Coast', he is an out-and-out ruthless character, and anyone who dares to make trouble in his territory will die in the end."
But Rose, those are the troublemakers, we...
It's for a mission. ”She reached out and ruffled her short hair, and there was a hint of coldness in her tone: "That murderous bastard is hiding here, we must catch it before it causes more blood." ”While talking, the two walked to the entrance of the nightclub.Or the bald man in the vest, he picked up a card from the side, put it in front of Melinda's eyes, and he said calmly to the point of indifference: "What is the card?"
”Melinda reached out and pushed her psychic sunglasses, and under the effect of the sunglasses, she vaguely saw a pattern, and she said, "Soldier!
”The strong man turned to the side and made a "please" gesture.The moment she walked into the nightclub, the strong man lowered his voice and said in a warning voice: "S.H.I.E.L.D. debris, put away your claws, if you make trouble here, no one can save you!"
”"That's what we need to worry about."
Melinda replied lukewarmly, and she led Agent Roster down the ornate aisle into the somewhat deserted nightclub.The show doesn't start until midnight, and it's said to be the craziest and most exotic show you can see in New York, and the daily show attracts a lot of people to watch, and even some stupidly chase crazy ordinary people.They are eager to see "the world as it is", but here they find nothing but horror and madness.Melinda raised her wrist and looked at the lady's watch in her hand, on the dial of the watch, a red dot was beating, quite close to them.She gestured to her companion behind her, and the two of them walked down the aisle to the private rooms deeper in the nightclub.I have to say that although Midnight Daddy is a voodoo magician, he still follows the trend, and the door locks of all the boxes in this nightclub are electronic locks, which require a specific ID card to open.But that didn't bother the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.Outside the small box in the corner, Melinda looked left and right, then put her watch close to the electronic lock, and gently pressed it on the watch, accompanied by a low clang, the light of the electronic lock went out in an instant.She pushed open the door, and in the box in front of her, there was an extremely erosive scene.A few disheveled fellows were lying asleep together, a sturdy man and three seductively dressed women, judging by the wine bottles and suspicious syringes scattered on the ground, these guys must have had a good night last night."
Look, werewolves and succubi, they really know how to play."
Melinda was no longer surprised by the scene before her, and in the dim light, she stepped on the scarred ground and approached the sleeping fellow.When the distance between the two sides was only 3 meters, the sleeping man suddenly opened his eyes, which were a pair of beast eyes that sparkled in the darkness."
You shouldn't be here!"
He sensed the danger and was about to rush at him with a roar.But the stun gun in Melinda's hand was clearly faster."
Hmm" A small fishing net-like thing hit the werewolf's body, and before this guy could complete his beast transformation, the blue electricity that ran wildly all over his body quickly paralyzed his whole body.At the exclamation of the three awakened succubus ladies, Melinda rushed forward, pulled out a metal syringe from her waist, and stabbed it into the paralyzed werewolf's neck with precision.Under the effect of the high-strength sleeping agent specially made for the aliens, the brutal creature staggered and tried to fight back, but as soon as he swung his half-beastly claws, he was kicked in the heart by Melinda, and the whole person fell backwards, slammed into the edges and corners of the sofa, and then rolled his eyes and fell unconscious.Behind Melinda, Agent Rost, who was armed with a gun, saw that the werewolf was knocked unconscious, he inserted the pistol back into the holster, took a pair of black, specially made handcuffs from his waist, put them on the unconscious werewolf, and then, with some difficulty, grabbed the heavy creature from the ground."
Mission accomplished."
Melinda shook her hair in a dashing manner, waved at the three frightened succubus ladies, signaled them to leave quickly, and then planned to leave the nightclub with the captured prisoners.But just as she walked out of the box, five strong men with various weapons stood in front of her.The brawny men's skin shone abnormally dark blue in the light, their muscles so strong that they didn't look like normal people at all, their expressions were so cold that they were almost paralyzed, and their eyes were horribly pale, as if they had no pupils at all.On top of that, these strong men all exuded a strong, stenched smell mixed with strange and pungent herbs."
It's a rotting corpse."
Melinda quickly drew a pistol full of holy silver bullets, she protected her teammates, he took out his ID, and said sharply to the carrion, "I'm Melinda, a fourth-level agent of the Strategic Crisis Intervention and Logistics Support Bureau.
Plums!
I'm on a capture mission!
Please don't get in the way of official business, let's leave!
”As the name suggests, rotting corpse warriors are corpse warriors made of voodoo, and they have no mind or intelligence.Melinda, who has been with S.D.O.L.D. for 3 years, knows this very well, and what she says is not for these difficult carrions, but for the voodoo magicians who manipulate the carrion behind their backs.It's an indication of self-identity and a warning.Melinda's warnings didn't seem to work, though, and the five-headed carrion just stood there, neither forward nor backward, as if the two agents had been trapped completely.Higher up in the nightclub, in a large box decorated like a palace, the owner of the nightclub, the fiercest and most feared voodoo king on the East Coast, Midnight Daddy was sitting on the couch, and on the table in front of him, five chess soldier pieces were glittering, representing the voodoo man's control over his warrior.Midnight Daddy, this is a black man who looks to be in his 40s.He was muscular, even almost bloated, and he wore a black plaid suit with an exaggerated top hat, and on his neck and arms, with exaggerated ornamentation in gold or embellished with precious stones, and at his hand was a gilded cane encrusted with large crystals.It's like a hip-hop style uncle.But his eyes, those glowing green, represent who he really is.Coming from an ancient voodoo family in the Mediterranean, his father's family moved to New York to escape the war.This nightclub is not only the legacy left to him by Midnight's father, but also the new stronghold of the Midnight family.It took two generations for his family to make a name for themselves across the East Coast and bring them back into the ranks of powerful wizards.For Midnight, the meaning of the existence of this nightclub is more valuable than any money and treasure.And now, two young men have just broken into his base camp and tried to take his guests with him, which is like a slap in the face of Midnight, so how can the long-established voodoo magician accept it calmly?
But Midnight wasn't a reckless man, and he didn't manipulate the rotting corpses to rush up and split the two agents.Instead, he trapped them there, knowing that these agents were nothing to fear, and that the real trouble was the man standing behind them.In the past 3 years, the Aurors of the United Magical Congress, the detectives of the New York Police Department, and other government departments have used all kinds of means to successfully put a layer of shackles on the alien world of New York."'
Raven' Merlin—" said the name silently at midnight, playing with a knight's pawn in his hand, and he knew that there had to be a meeting today.His meeting with Merlin."
Woohoo!"
A few minutes later, with a shrill raven's chirp, a dark red guardian flew through the open window into the midnight box.The illusory spirit bird folded its wings and landed on Midnight's emerald-adorned chandelier, staring at Midnight below with its dark red eyes, looking at it at Midnight.He knew that this was Merlin's messenger, and that in the past 3 years, the bird had appeared on the scene every time a heterogeneous group had been destroyed under a ferocious blow.It was Merlin's eyes."
Hum" In the abrupt distortion of light, Merlin made his way to the midnight box through the Transfiguration Charm.He was dressed almost exactly like he had been three years earlier.Gray casual suit, rimless glasses, and a somewhat worn handbag in his hand with black gloves.Compared with three years ago, Merlin at this time was a little more mature, his eyes were less sharp, more gentle and calm, full of the bookish air unique to wizards, and he looked polite.But Midnight knows that this young man is not as simple as it seems.As he advanced the new order of aliens in New York, his hands were already stained with the blood of aliens, from low-level demons and little devils, to high-level vampires and werewolves, and even rare goblins and dwarves.Hundreds of small groups of aliens were wiped out under his orders, and thousands of aliens were thrown into the "island prison" of S.H.I.E.L.D.There were many more rebels, killed by the combined blows of the S.D.O.L.D. and the Ministry of Magic under his command.This is a guy who can be extremely ruthless when necessary."
You want to see me?"
Merlin raised his wrist and looked at his watch, he pushed his glasses and whispered, "I'm coming." ”"Sit!"
Midnight waved his hand, and a beautiful maiden stepped forward and placed a chair beside Merlin.There was no smell on this girl's body, but Merlin didn't need to look at it to feel that it was a specially treated corpse...
Her body should be a beautiful and noble elf.But Merlin didn't care about these things, he sat in his chair, looked at midnight, and said, "Put my agents away, they're just on a mission."
Then let's have a good chat. ”"They rushed into my territory and were going to take my guests without saying hello."
Rubbing his chin at midnight, the black man stared at Merlin with those fearsome eyes, and he said, "I helped you a few years ago when you needed it most!"
That's how you reciprocated me?
Is this humiliating me?
Or is this a signal that represents the 'terrible' S.
D.O.L.D. finally going to do it to me?
”In the face of Midnight's pent-up anger, Merlin's expression calmed down, and he said slowly, "First of all, that's not your guest.The werewolf had killed five ordinary people in Brooklyn over the past week, stealing millions of precious items.Is he a criminal and he needs to be punished, or has your neutral zone become a hiding place for criminals?
”Merlin looked at Midnight, he straightened up, and he whispered, "Your Excellency Midnight, I have never forgotten the help you once gave me.I hope that we can maintain a friendly relationship between us, which is why I have been avoiding your nightclub for the past 3 years, and I believe that you cannot fail to feel my kindness. ”"You can catch him anywhere!
I don't care if that stray life or death is alive or dead!
”Midnight pointed to the floor beneath his feet, and he muttered, "But not here."
I'm going to do business, Merlin, and you see, once my reputation is bad, my business is all over!
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”"You see, that's the problem."
Merlin flicked his fingers, and he said, "That bastard killed someone, fled all the way to your territory, hid for 3 days, and he knows that you can shelter him."
He knows that S.D.O.L.D. will deliberately avoid your nightclub...
Do you understand what I mean?
”"Midnight, I'm here to help you!
If this keeps happening, even if I can tolerate it, do you think the Wizarding Congress, which has made up its mind to restore order in the wizarding world in North America, will tolerate it?
”"Perhaps, the next time I come to talk to you, it won't be me."
Merlin said, "Those Aurors who have finally freed their hands will probably not talk to you so calmly, Your Excellency Midnight. ”Daddy Midnight grimaced and didn't speak, of course he knew what Merlin meant.But he also has something important to look at, which may seem irreconcilable.After nearly a minute of confrontation, Merlin sighed, took something out of his handbag, and placed it on the table in front of Midnight, he said: "This is my proof of good intentions, the Magic Congress and S.D.O.L.D. have decided to set up a few alien reservations in New York, so as not to force them to jump over the wall, this is the official document of the establishment of the reservation, as long as you sign it, your nightclub will be a formal neutral area." ”Merlin handed a pen to Midnight, and he whispered, "Think about it." ”"We want to be true friends with you, so, what about your opinion?"
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