my beauty world

A Mercedes-Benz sedan drove into the Watts neighborhood in the dark, heading straight for the textile factory in the center of the neighborhood.

There were black people appearing in the streets and alleys, some of them were holding various pistols and shotguns, and a few of them were holding old-fashioned AKs.

The car continued to drive forward, and the woman with the crew cut sitting in the back seat didn't even look around.

The black people just looked on, and no one stopped them, because there were voodoo VE runes on the car body.

The crew-cut woman was the judge from the high table. Her legs in black boots were crossed, and she asked the bearded manager of the Continental Hotel in New York next to her: "I didn't expect that Paul Antonio had connections with black people."

The bearded man replied: "It took us so long to find out that Paul was hiding deep enough."

The flat-headed woman asked, "How strong is that voodoo emperor?"

"Very strong." The bearded man said directly: "In the black riots of the last century, the authorities once considered completely eradicating the voodoo religion, but the voodoo emperor came from Africa and changed the authorities' thinking, allowing the Watts neighborhood to maintain the status quo."

The crew-haired woman nodded: "I've seen a third-level magician of Voodoo in Africa, and the third-level magician is far from being able to make the government back down temporarily."

She said directly: "The news from the high table is that in the brutal battles in Afghanistan and Iraq, especially in urban street battles and complex mountain battles, some of the elite soldiers trained by the U.S. military have broken through to the third rank."

But the bearded man said: "Third-order without the ability to cast spells."

The flat-headed woman's point of view is completely opposite to his: "Wrong! It is supported by a huge state machine and provides the third-order with the most advanced weapons! Don't make a mistake in your perception. The effect of spells is more reflected in reducing the dependence on foreign objects and the level of weirdness. In terms of mass destruction, modern weapons are superior."

She looked at the dark textile factory in front of her: "Even if His Majesty Voodoo has level [-] or even level [-] strength, if the government really decides to eliminate it and bombard it with cruise missiles, what are the chances of him surviving?"

The bearded man said no more, because the result was very obvious.

When the Mercedes-Benz arrived at the gate of the textile factory, the bearded manager got out of the car to negotiate. A short, bald-headed black man received him. After hearing what he wanted, he immediately called to report. After waiting for about 10 minutes, he put the car into the factory. .

The street lights were turned on one after another, and the car walked along the lights, and finally stopped in front of a very ordinary house.

The judge and the bearded man got out of the car, the former carrying a suitcase in his hand.

When they came here, they checked a lot of information and knew what the voodoo sect lacked the most.

There is no direct conflict of interest between the two parties, and it is best to cooperate.

A short, thin black girl of fourteen or fifteen years old greeted her: "Dear guest, please go this way!"

Entering the room, passing through the porch and corridor, in a pure white room, I saw an old black man in white.

The old man was very old, his dark face had many age spots, and his short hair stood on his head, which was white.

"I am Isa, the judge under the high table." The judge was very polite and introduced: "This is the manager of the Continental Hotel in Los Angeles."

The old man pointed to the chair: "Sit whatever you want, just call me Morgan. I know you, the organization that Paul Antonio belongs to."

"Your friend Paul is dead," said the judge.

Morgan nodded, not feeling sad: "No wonder I couldn't get in touch, it turned out to be dead."

The judge's words were true and false: "Paul revealed before his death that he once asked you to help find a person, and that person was called Ronan the Destroyer."

Morgan said, "That's what happened."

The judge picked up the suitcase, put it on the table, opened it and turned to Morgan: "I hope we can continue to cooperate, this is the sincerity of the High Table."

Morgan looked at the box, it was full of dollars, millions of dollars!

"It's easy to say!" Morgan's old face burst into a smile: "I feel your sincerity!"

Money cleared the way, and the two sides immediately began friendly and cordial talks.

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Under the dark night sky, a black figure stepped on the crowded and low roofs of the Watts District, drifting across like the wind, stopped for a while passing the cathedral, and soon came to the textile factory.

The wall was more than three meters high, and Ronan ran up it with just a little run-up. After turning over, he heard voices and footsteps.

The man retreated into the corner, wearing black clothes and a black hood, easily avoiding the patrol.

The textile factory is not too small. Ronan climbed up to the roof and discerned it slightly. The lit street lamps are like a red carpet for welcoming guests, leading to the seemingly ordinary houses.

Just in front of the house, a conspicuous luxury Mercedes-Benz is parked.

Ronan immediately ran quickly along the roof, slightly approaching the house, without rushing over.

He deliberately stepped lightly and approached slowly without making any sound.

The night was relatively quiet and the machines had already stopped.

Hiding in the dark shadows, Ronan concentrated and listened.

There were footsteps over there, and under the light, a woman with a crew cut came out, followed by a bearded woman.

Ronan has seen this woman with a crew cut!

Thinking back a little, I remembered that once I used the vest to go to the Continental Hotel to announce a reward, and when I was going out, I happened to meet a woman with a flat head entering the Continental Hotel.

The two walked towards the black Mercedes-Benz, and when they got in the car, they heard the bearded Ping say: "He accepted the money from the high table, which means he is willing to cooperate with us, but he said that it will take some time to find out the whereabouts of Ronan the Destroyer." Time, judge, do you think it is credible?"

The flat-headed woman said: "The magic power has just recovered, and many high-level magic equipment are restricted in use. His words may not be false. Paul's most beloved daughter died at the hands of the Destroyer. If he can frequently find out the whereabouts of the Destroyer, I believe Paul will do it at all costs. But Paul only used Donetsk once."

The bearded man said, "Voodoo is short of money."

The crew-cut woman said: "Materials, equipment, personnel and life all need money. To make money, voodoo cults become drug dealers."

The bearded man was curious: "What kind of magic equipment do they have that can find traces of people?"

The flat-headed woman didn't know either, so she didn't tell her when she asked.

The Mercedes-Benz gradually walked away without a sound.

Ronan could understand that the two people clearly came from the high table behind the Continental Hotel, they were discussing about the loom of fate, and they wanted to use the loom of fate to find out his whereabouts!

Because the fate loom was restricted, it failed, but Voodoo accepted their money and reached a preliminary cooperation intention.

Sure enough, the High Table didn't want to let him go, and the whereabouts in Donetsk were leaked, which was related to voodoo and the loom of fate!

Ronan carefully wrote down the appearances of the two people just now. The bearded man didn't know their identities, and the flat-headed woman seemed to be called a judge?

It's clearly a title, not a name.

The two came out from the house diagonally opposite, and the person who was interviewing them was over there.

Ronan is desperate to learn more about the Loom of Fate.

Immediately shift the target, listen carefully to the movement in the house over there, and if possible, go to find out the truth.

"Grandpa, I have put away the money." It was a woman's voice who spoke: "The situation of the destiny loom is not very good."

Then came a slightly old voice: "The destiny loom weaves Ma Rui's promotion path, which consumes a lot. The core of the loom is the fate stone left by that little bitch of destiny. My little baby Edina, in the future You will be in charge of the loom of destiny in the underground workshop, and you must understand its characteristics."

Inside the room, Edina asked, "Is the Stone of Destiny a divine gem?"

Morgan said: "In the past few centuries, the magic power has dissipated, and even the powerful divine gem such as the Stone of Destiny is failing. We sealed the loom and kept it until the new millennium when the magic power is revived, but the concentration of magic power is too low. Fate Every time the stone is used, it takes at least a month for it to absorb its own magic power."

He paused for a while, and then said: "In order to promote Ma Rui as soon as possible, I stopped using it for a few months. The loom consumes a lot of energy when weaving Ma Rui's promotion path. It will take two to three months at the earliest to see the details." The situation is activated."

Edina said, "I see, Grandpa."

Morgan's voice suddenly became ambiguous: "Little baby, come here and accompany Grandpa to rest."

Amidst the sound of footsteps, he suddenly said, "There has been no news from Ma Rui?"

Edina said: "No, temporarily lost contact with her."

Morgan's eyes turned white, and there was an inexplicable golden light shining on his white-clothed body. Suddenly, he realized that something was wrong, and his all-white eyes turned directly to the left!

In this direction, beyond the roof and several walls, Ronan is listening in the dark shadows!

There was a sudden burst of heart palpitations so strong that people almost twitched!

The shadow of death hangs down like the night sky!

Ronan bounced up like a conditioned reflex, his legs hanging in the wind drove his body to pull the afterimage, and rushed out of the textile factory!

The roof was like flat ground under his feet!

All the power stored in the body exploded at this moment!

The fully strengthened body allowed Ronan to run at a speed of more than [-] kilometers per hour, rushing out of the shadow of death!

The terrifying heart palpitations continued unabated, as if being targeted by the god of death!

Click!

With a crisp sound, the substitute doll on the belt shattered into slag, and the bone meal fell like dust!

"Bomb!" Ronan yelled at this moment!

The raven hovering in the sky plunged headfirst, swooping down like a Stuka!

Ronan ran to the edge of the house, jumped up, and went straight to the outside of the wall!

With a click, the second stand-in doll shattered!

Ronan pulled out the remote control!

The raven let go of its claws during the dive, and the real bomb fell!

The keenness of a spiritual animal allows it to catch the danger below, flapping its wings and desperately flying high.

Ronan crossed the wall in mid-air, caught sight of the tall raven, and pressed the remote control in his hand!

The group of C4 that was about to fall on the roof exploded!

The explosion shock wave collapsed the roof, and the shock wave made nearby people dizzy!

In the house next door, Edina who was weaker sat down on the ground, her ears buzzing.

The explosion affected Morgan. The old black man's white eyes returned to normal, his age-spotted hands loosened, and the wooden voodoo dolls shattered into powder and fell to the ground one after another.

Voodoo curse!

Use the voodoo doll to curse and kill the target that can be sensed!

The voodoo emperor Morgan is stronger than Ma Rui at 01:30!

Although the explosion did not occur on the roof of the house, under the influence of the shock wave, the roof continued to drop debris.

"Damn reptiles!"

Morgan rolled his eyes again, and within a moment, he couldn't sense the intruder.

Ronan threw himself out of the wall without slowing down, and ran away!

The palpitations shrouded in the shadow of death were subsiding, but he didn't dare to stop, the opponent was unexpectedly strong.

"who are you?"

A black man with a gun in front blocked the way, Ronan took out his gun without any hesitation, and shot the black man's head off with one shot, before continuing to run wildly outside the Watts area.

In the sky, the raven bomb flapped its wings desperately, and flew to the edge of the Watts block at an altitude of several hundred meters.

Really scared the birds to death!

When he came to the parking place, Ronan jumped into the car, stepped on the accelerator, and quickly moved away from Watts.

Looking back, the dark night sky in Watts is no different from other slums in Los Angeles.

Ronan couldn't see anyone, he only heard voices, but the level of fatal threat just now made him think of only one name - the Voodoo Emperor!

The owner of that old voice is [-]% the leader of the voodoo cult, the voodoo emperor Morgan!

Terribly powerful!

Ronan made a full circle and drove back to the safe house.

The raven bomb had come back and was standing on the shelf by the window.

Ronan entered the room and closed the door, first took out a piece of barbecue and fed it to the raven: "Good job."

Ravens just use their hard and sharp beaks to tear and eat meat.

Ronan looked at his waist, two of the three stand-in dolls that were originally fixed on the belt were missing, and there was a sound of shattering when he ran away.

Take off the third one, there are already several cracks on it, if you pinch it with a little force, the stand-in doll shatters into bone scum.

Ronan went into the bathroom, threw it into the toilet and flushed it, and washed his face by the way.

Retrieve the stand-in doll and attach it to the belt.

Tonight, life is hanging by a thread!

To be exact, the two stand-in dolls were shattered on the spot, taking the fatal injury for Ronan!

From sensing the fatal danger to evacuating at full speed, it was extremely fast, and still did not escape the attack range and dodge the fatal attack.