Chapter 342

Ten days later.

Los Angeles.

The noon sun is dazzling.

Outside an abandoned factory building, two hip-hop-dressed black youths stood in the shadow of a rusty run-down billboard, smoking cigarettes, whispering sneakily, exchanging eyes, and watching pedestrians passing by.

"Deshawn, do you think that bastard will let us go?"

"It's hard to tell."

Throw away the burnt cigarette butts, right Hand touched behind the hidden pistol, feeling a trace of relief, and Dyshaun breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Last night.

Originally, they were dealing with a group of Irish people, and after it was done, they could make at least $20,000.

Enough for a while.

As a result, a stranger in a trench coat suddenly broke in at the scene of the transaction.

Follow usual practice.

The illegal transaction was hit by someone, and he had to be caught and beaten up to make sure he was not a police informant before he was released.

Result...

I thought of this.

Dyshaun was holding the lighter's right hand, shaking slightly because of fear, took a deep breath, and the turbid smoke choked into his lungs, calming his fear and panic.

Compared with the terrifying stranger, the gang members active in this neighborhood use the tricks of a kid.

estimated.

The group of Irishmen carrying the murder case has been sent to the court by the police, obediently waiting to go to jail.

After all, the guy said.

Before serving the sentence, if you run into him on the street, take responsibility for the consequences.

Another black young man raised his head and fiddled with the square pattern headscarf on his head, and his leg shaking motion made the big golden iron chain oh la la hung on the waistband rattle.

brows tightly knit, glances behind him from time to time.

Complaining, but the voice seems particularly guilty, kicking the stone by his feet fiercely, and muttering to himself, "When did LA have righteous police? Damn..."

In one hour.

LAPD received an anonymous call that a group of gang members suspected of selling medicine and smuggling black guns were conducting a transaction in a warehouse.

Compared to the surprise and suspicion when I first received this kind of call.

After receiving the call for the fourth time, LAPD sent people to the reporting location, and at the same time, it used all around the only monitoring to find suspicious candidates.

Call the surrounding police force to surround the suspicious neighborhoods.

In any case, the act of lynching the righteous police is no different from a crime on the judicial level.

In the police station.

Sitting in front of the computer, assisting the detective to check a young police officer under surveillance, helplessly said, "Boss, do we really want to be so fanatical?

A group of gang members.

Besides, the other party did help us a lot. Now many communities have an urban legend of the “Hell Detective”.

Uh...you know me What are you talking about."

The detective browses tightly knit, without a positive response, coldly said, "Work hard."

Looking for the legendary hell detective in the LA police city. 'At that time, the protagonist of the urban legend has come to an uninhabited wilderness at this moment.

Throw three huge black duffel bags on the ground.

It was stuffed with silver-plated bullets filled with the remains of angel powder. It was calculated that there were more than 13,000 rounds, enough for Cole to use for many years.

Those bullets can't fight against divine objects that are more dangerous than Level 3.

But it is a means to slaughter low-level angels and devils.

apart from this.

In the Real Dream Armory, Cole has stored four cans of powder bones, about two kilograms, in case of emergency.

Compared with the warhead, it needs to be quenched and cast.

The Scarlet Queen and the long sword he used to use only need to activate the blood flame secret technique to melt the bone powder of the angel's remains.

After everything is ready.

'system, Evil Spirit Knight movie world when leaving. '

'Starting to settle...'

'The man from another parallel universe, he did not hesitate to fight against heaven and kill St. Michael, only for the pursuit of justice in the world. · Walker.

After the end of the major event, it suddenly disappeared.

For the lamb who hates him, he deserves it.

For those who know the truth, for Johnny Blazer, the man who was both teacher and friend may have died under the secret revenge of heaven, just like all mortals die. Silently.

But his unyielding will will always illuminate their way forward. '

'Although the former Evil Spirit Knight, Godslayer Cole · Walker is dead, it is widely circulated in LA, and the urban legend about the hell detective has just begun. '

'Final settlement bounty: One hundred and twelve thousand West pounds. '

'Starting to return...'

The cold system hint sound stopped abruptly.

Cole's vision plunged into darkness.

After a short silence.

The rumbling of the train moving forward suddenly sounded in his ears.

Look down at the time: 4:50 in the afternoon.

The translation assistant, Martha St. Young Lady Lin with strange dark red pupils, sits opposite him, her slender right hand holding her chin, looking towards the window, dreaming.

Hardy lowered his head, smoking a cigarette with a frown.

At the age of more than 20 years, he showed the appearance of a married old man over a hundred and a half years old.

The little man really loves his fiancee.

The coexistence and death of the two major events made the relationship between them far beyond the ordinary love yu can be compared.

But...

In a sense.

Marian, a female nurse, sometimes disciplines Hardy more than his parents.

Perhaps.

Only she can restrain Hardy Bettany, the natural swinger.

There is no doubt about it.

Ms. Martha’s previous words stung the little man’s sensitive nerves, so that he started to imagine the miserable life after marriage very seriously.

His favorite Hualiu Lane in his life seems to be getting farther and farther away from him.

Cole exhales one mouthful of impure air.

Although the time in the real world did not flow after he left, the scene on the train seat, after experiencing many timeline changes in the Evil Spirit Knight movie world, inexplicably made him give birth to a little It feels like a world away.

I saw a cigarette pinched in my hand, burning half of the cigarette when I left.

Pinch out.

Lean on the back of the chair and close my eyes.

No words for a night.

At dawn.

The three of them got off the train at Golden Port, took a special car equipped by the hunting group, and rushed to the port.

Although the industrialization of this World is currently at an early stage, the huge steel cruise ship, crowded with people to see off relatives, has several points of similar to the Titanic.

Huge chimney, billowing black smoke.

After the deafening siren.

The cruise ship left the Golden Port amidst the laughter and shouts of people seeing off each other.

First class is a self-service catering pool for upper class people and wealthy businessmen.

At a table with a clean and tidy white cloth, Hardy took out the ferry ticket and the itinerary given to him by Secretary Balluch. While devouring the beef stew on the dinner plate, he said, "The cruise ship at nine o’clock in the evening. It will stop at Baiyue International Free Trade Port. After disembarking, people from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs will come to pick us up."

That's it.

Maybe it is the bad luck when going out to perform tasks in the past.

The little man deliberately glanced at Cole's face and swallowed the last bite of beef, helplessly said, "I wish I had a safe journey..."