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Susie put away the bag: "Can I take it away?"

Ronan nodded: "Yes, keep it secret."

Susie's mood gradually stabilized: "I won't hide the bag and mail it back to the old house where Bill and I lived."

She plans to mail things to Montana and give them to the patriarch, Zhan Xiong.

Ronan just said, "Handle with caution."

Susie put her bag on her back: "You came here not just to give me these?"

Ronan took a step forward and came to the most convenient place to observe. At the same time, he activated the eye of the mind, and quickly observed the surroundings with the vision of the raven in the sky. Then the vision returned to this side and said, "I will assist you, and at the same time Bring on a new mission."

Susie has been notified: "Specifically?"

Ronan didn't answer, but instead asked, "Are you sure the main member of the Joseph Dance Troupe is a banshee?"

"Very sure!" Susie said roughly: "The great being who established the initial contact with me told me faintly that they are descendants of Lamia who believe in darkness. The dance I am currently leading the dance is a kind of darkness in the Germanic period. sacrificial ceremony."

Ronan said: "The new task is very simple. You need to confirm whether there are fallen banshees among them." Is there a fallen banshee, if so, help me kill the fallen banshee, I need to bring its body back to Moscow."

Susie nodded: "I will find out as soon as possible!"

Ronan gave her a contact method: "You can contact me anytime."

Susie wrote down the phone number: "How can you help me?"

Ronan said: "You are inside, I am outside, if you need anything, please contact me in time."

Susie remembered the mental reminder she received when she first met him, and asked, "Are you a superhuman?"

Ronan was full of nonsense: "The third rank captain of the soldier system."

Susie said, "I'll contact you if I have any news."

Ronan nodded slightly, put his hands into the pockets of the cashmere coat, and left.

…………

Deep in Brooklyn, Greenwood Cemetery is known as the place where the history of New York is buried.

Leaving the mansion on the Upper East Side, Ping Qi, Jocelyn and Clary's family hid in the gravekeeper's residence.

This is one of the shadow hunter organization's secret strongholds in New York. Compared with the bounty hunter bar on the bright side, no one would have thought that the target was hidden in the cemetery.

Inside the residence, Ping Qi and Jocelyn were eager to move, but looking at Clary, they suppressed the surging desire again.

Ping Qi went to pour two glasses of water, gave it to Jocelyn first, picked up another glass himself, and drank it in one gulp.

The cold water fell into my stomach, and the flame in my heart became somewhat smaller.

Clary changed into a neat outfit, wore high-top leather boots on his feet, and was playing with a long knife in his hand.

Came here a few days ago, she has been receiving special training from Jocelyn.

Clary looked at his mother, then at his stepfather, and said, "I want to drink water, too."

Jocelyn said, "Go pour it yourself."

Clary was quite helpless, and got up to pour water.

Jocelyn warned: "The ceremony will begin soon. After you go, follow the requirements of the priests who keep the grave, and they will activate your blood."

Even now, Clary still doesn't quite believe it: "Mom, are you sure I'm a descendant of an angel?"

Jocelyn said: "The blood of an angel flows in your veins!"

Clary asked, "Which angel? Raphael? Michael? Gabriel? It can't be Lucifer, right?"

Jocelyn didn't know which angel their blood came from. In fact, the shadow hunters of all ethnic groups with angel blood have lost their blood history.

Clary looked at Pingqi: "What about him? Is he also extraordinary?"

Pingqi said forcefully: "Although I am not an extraordinary person, I have seen and participated in more extraordinary battles than you."

Remember in Parker Town, passed out quickly, woke up again, Duke and Carolina solved all the problems.

It doesn't matter if you don't see it, it's also participating in the field, but it's just lying on the ground to participate.

At the critical moment related to the activation of her daughter's blood, Jocelyn didn't dare to neglect, and said to Pingqi: "Honey, go out and walk around, I'll talk to Clary."

"Okay." Ping Qi came over and kissed his wife, and left the room.

Clary kept looking at the even bald head: "Mom, I don't understand why you find such an ordinary person."

After thinking about it for a while, Jocelyn decided to tell the truth: "Because of love, but also because of extraordinaryness."

Clary automatically ignored the previous sentence, and only asked the latter: "What does it have to do with Chaofan?"

Jocelyn smiled: "People like us with the special blood of angels are the favorites of the extraordinary. The advantages derived from the blood will make it easier for us to obtain powerful power than others. For example, you, ordinary people need Work hard to advance, as long as your bloodline is awakened, you will be a shadow hunter at the peak of the first order, and you will have the unique ability bestowed by your bloodline."

Clary looked at his hand: "What are the natural advantages of angelic blood?"

Qiao Celin said: "I met Ping Qi, and I am about to be promoted to the third-level heart-seeker. The promotion conditions for a heart-seeker are to find someone and let him fall in love with you and him at the same time."

She didn't say anything, this man is also needed when advancing to the fourth level.

Angels need love, but they must give up love.

Clary immediately understood: "So that's how it is."

There was a knock on the door at this moment, and Ping Qi said loudly outside: "Hodge and the others are here."

The door opened, and three people came in. The leader was the blond man Hodge, the head of the Shadowhunters in New York.

Two other young men, the blond one named Jonathan, Hodge's son.

The dark-haired one is Campbell, a student of Hodge's.

Hodge reminded: "It's almost time, Clary, come with me."

Clary looked at his mother, and Jocelyn nodded, "Go ahead and take control of your own destiny."

"Oh..." Clary was at a loss for words.

She wants to eat, drink, be merry, be a fashionable socialite, and not fight devil bastards.

But at this time, I can't say anything.

Leave the cemetery's residence and walk along the tomb path to the center of the cemetery. The Greenwood cemetery is built around a huge hill.

At the top of the hill, there is a huge pyramid-shaped tomb. At the arched door of the tomb, there are two statues of angels holding swords.

Hodge led the way, and Clary followed in. There were two hooded grave guards standing in the hall of the cemetery. When they came in, one of them pressed the switch, and the huge stone door opened, revealing the downward facing Deep stairway.

A group of people walked down, walked for a long time, and entered an unusually huge underground palace.

The lights in the palace were bright, and Clary could see clearly that the walls around the palace and the ground in the middle were covered with bones.

On the back of some corpses, there are also weird bones extending to the sides, which make people immediately think of the bones of bird wings.

Hodge said softly: "This is the City of Bones, the cemetery of Shadow Hunters. The original Shadow Hunters were jointly formed by descendants of angel blood. Every dead Shadow Hunter will enter the City of Bones to sleep forever, using their remaining power and Consciousness, assist future generations to continue fighting."

This gloomy place made Clary shudder.

Hodge said: "This place existed before New York! One day, I will sleep here too."

Life and death are too far away for people of Clary's age, and they have never thought about it, so they have no feeling.

The hooded grave guard raised his head, revealing his white beard: "Preparators, come here."

Hodge pointed to the very center of the hall.

Clary walked over with doubts, stood among the complicated magic patterns, subconsciously looked up, and saw a huge sword hanging upside down from the dome of the underground hall, the tip of the sword was facing the top of her head.

The two gravekeepers were scattered among the magic patterns connected on the periphery, and Hodge also stood in a corner.

Soon, six more hooded gravekeepers appeared.

These people were chanting ancient Latin, and the magic coat of arms suddenly flickered, along the lines on the floor and walls, connecting the bones of every shadow hunter, and then soaring into the sky, gathering on the giant sword, from the sword The pointed shot landed on Clary.

Angel runes suddenly appeared on Clary's arms, especially on his hands, where the runes shone extremely brightly.

Then, something came to mind.

About the ability of bloodline talent.

Brilliant impact!

Angelic Grace!

And affected thinking and memory!

Clary remembered one thing, the Knights Templar wanted to arrest her, Pinqi's friend named Duke rescued her, and then ordered a blonde woman to use a strange ability to affect her thinking and memory, making her ignore this matter thing!

But she wasn't upset because the man saved her.

The ceremony was successfully completed. Hodge took Clary out of the City of Bones, explained the various precautions for the Shadow Hunter, and tested her at the same time. In terms of pure physical ability and blood talent, Clary already has a first-level The peak strength of a shadow hunter.

There are always various injustices in this world, and Chaofan is no exception. As far as the first level is concerned, some people are born at the end.

As night fell, the shadow hunters came to the cemetery one after another, gathered in the church of the cemetery, and formally held a meeting to discuss matters about Mensa and the Knights Templar.

The leader of another department, Magnus, believes that the current main target should be on Mensa.

Jocelyn involved her own interests and insisted on spreading her forces to investigate the whereabouts of the Knights Templar and destroy or drive them out of New York!

Hodge acts as a lubricant in it.

…………

New York, like all commercial cities, is full of thieves and beggars.

Some are even part-time jobs of both.

The middle-aged black Michael is a habitual thief. He cooperates with four or five brothers and never misses on his own territory.

Even Bowery, the king of thieves and beggars in New York, praised him.

It was dark and the nightlife had just begun.

In the dark alley, Michael called the brothers together and explained a few things before work.

"The boss has orders to pay attention to strange Jews, especially white people who speak Hebrew and have a weird accent." He attaches great importance to this matter: "These Jews have provoked the boss. As long as we can find their clues, We can get at least $30!"

This is the bounty offered by Ronan, and he is not stingy at all in this regard.

For the bottom thieves, $30 is a lot of money, and several people are gearing up.

A young bald man questioned: "Boss, we can't understand Hebrew."

Michael slapped him on the bald head: "Listen to me!" He said in detail: "The daggers or short blades these people carry with them are in the shape of cross swords! In addition, these people are very skilled!"

A few younger brothers still don't understand.

Michael has no hope for their IQs: "Keep an eye out while you're at work, like buying a lottery ticket."

New York is so big, it's hard to win the lottery.

Several people came to the nearby commercial area, where there are residential apartment buildings on one side, villas on the other side, and office buildings connected to Manhattan on the other side.

Wandering the streets, looking for suitable targets, these stragglers are not as good as Bowery's elite, and they are not interested in customers who pay by credit card. The targets are those who have cash on hand.

Michael came to the edge of the villa area, and through the glass window, he found that in a convenience store, two people bought a large amount of food and beverages and went to the counter to check out.

The professional gaze he had cultivated for many years made his eyes follow those two people all the time.

Even subconsciously adjusted to the point where he could see them, it was not easy for them to notice his angle.

One of the two men with short brown hair took out a thick wallet and took out cash to pay the bill!

Americans use cash less, but not none.

Michael could see clearly that the man counted out twenty-dollar bills one after another. When the wallet was received in the coat pocket, judging from the thickness of the wallet, there was still a lot of cash.

Both of them were carrying full bags in their hands and were about to leave the convenience store.

Michael made a gesture, and the bald head and dreadlocks walked that way, the nose ring and tattoos ready to respond.

The two had just come out of the store, and Dirty Braid turned around to greet people, as if they didn't see anyone, they ran towards the short-haired man.

The bald head came from the other side, and quickly stretched out his hand to take out the coat pocket.

Unexpectedly, the short-haired man moved extremely nimbly, sideways and easily dodged the dreadlocks, and even the coffee spilled from the dreadlocks' hands fell to the ground.

The bald hand reached into the coat pocket, found the wallet, and felt something hard through a layer of fabric!

Before taking out the wallet, the short-haired man held down his hand. The short-haired man subconsciously squeezed it hard, and the bald man immediately screamed, feeling as if the bones in his hand were broken!