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It might be easier to advance to Tier [-], but what about Tier [-]?

This man is so powerful, perhaps only Hodge can hold him down among the shadow hunters in New York.

Don't think about these for the time being, there are more important things to do, Jocelyn came back to her senses and said: "I have passed the news to Hodge about the vampire, Hodge and Magnus will soon I will rush back to New York, how to deal with it, we will talk about it in detail when Hodge arrives."

Ronan asked directly, "When will they arrive?"

Jocelyn said, "This morning at the latest."

Ronan deliberately said it very seriously: "Time waits for no one. Once they wake up Lilith, the consequences will be disastrous."

"It's not that easy to wake up a sleeping god." Jocelyn actually had no idea: "I will urge them to speed up."

Ronan looked out the window and said, "Stop at the intersection ahead."

Jocelyn said, "I will notify you as soon as they arrive."

The car stopped at the intersection of the small road, Ronan put on the hood and got out of the car, and disappeared between the buildings after a few vertical jumps.

The commercial vehicle continued to move forward.

Jocelyn asked: "You just saw his battle with the Bloody Bride, what rank is he?"

Jonathan has rich experience, has seen the most, and has the most right to speak: "Even if it is less than Tier [-], it will be the peak of Tier [-]. It is very good at melee combat and has strong resistance to spiritual attacks. I can't recognize the system of cultivation. , should be the kind that is very good at fighting head-on."

Campbell added: "He knows how to use spells. When he cleared the Bloody Bride, he used a strange spell that could create a mass of pure darkness and make the life forms in it disappear out of thin air."

Jocelyn nodded slowly: "Fortunately, he is not an enemy."

"He's not the enemy!" Clary answered, "Mom, he saved me again this time."

Jonathan didn't hide: "Saved us all."

Campbell did not speak, tacitly acquiescing to this.

…………

New York, Port of Jersey, cargo ship from Canada docks.

The unloading area is brightly lit, and gantry cranes are continuously unloading containers from the ship and sending them to the storage area.

Just like smuggling, there are always many loopholes in the port that can be exploited.

Bowery's men sneaked into the port, came to a container, glanced at the container number, followed the agreed signal, and uttered rhythmic frog calls.

The container was knocked rhythmically inside.

A Latino middle-aged man stepped forward and opened the door of the container. Among the piles of goods, a black man stood like a black iron tower.

"Diego?" the Latino asked.

"King?" Diego asked back.

The two nodded at the same time.

The Latino waved his hand, and immediately someone gave the black man brand new clothes, hats, leather boots and gloves.

Diego put on immediately, put on his luggage, and followed them out of the container.

Those who stayed behind returned the container to its original state.

The Latino is very familiar with this area, bypassing all the surveillance, walking around the blind corners that cannot be photographed, and quickly leaving the storage area through a side door.

On the spacious station wagon, the Latino said, "Don't get out of the car, don't show your face, and don't talk too much until you reach your destination."

Diego had already been tamed by Ronan, and he didn't have the slightest initial irritability at this time, but just nodded silently.

He had already been instructed by his master, and Diego knew that he had extremely important things to do in New York, and he must keep a low profile before the incident happened.

The station wagon came near the Brooklyn Bridge and entered the coastal warehouse area on the south side of Bridgehead Park.

Bowery is waiting here.

The car drove directly into a warehouse, and the Latino said, "Here we are."

Only then did Diego open the door and get out of the car, and then saw Bowery, who was also black.

The other party was older, with a bumpy face and worn clothes, which should be ugly according to common sense, but Diego saw it in a different way.

This guy is so cool!

Bowery took a step forward and said, "I am the person in charge here, you can call me Bowery, and I will be in charge of receiving you for the time being."

"I want to eat!" Diego came all the way, hiding in the container, basically had no food: "I also need a mobile phone."

Bowery took out the mobile phone that had been prepared, threw it to Diego, and said to the Latino: "Gabriel, go prepare the meal."

Latinos leave.

Diego glanced at Bowery and walked towards the corner of the warehouse.

Although he didn't see the monitoring, but out of caution, he slapped his palm on the concrete wall, and the silver-white current rushed out and spread along the wall.

If there is monitoring or eavesdropping equipment, all will be destroyed by the current.

Diego made a call, waited for the connection, and said, "Master, it's me, I'm here..."

Bowery kept staring at Diego, watching him return from the phone call, and asked, "What else do you need?"

Diego followed Ronan's instructions and said, "I need a fully fueled speedboat, ready to be on the south pier at any time, and I also need a map of the nearby sea."

Bowery was involved in a lot of things and directly imprisoned Malena Morgan. He probably guessed the purpose of this person and said, "You stay here with peace of mind, and I will get someone to prepare it for you."

The Latino came in with meals at this point.

Bowery said no more, and went out to prepare the corresponding things.

…………

Washington, Andrew Base, Secret Service Headquarters.

Jay stands in front of a car on the tarmac, donning windshield sunglasses.

The Black Hawk helicopter landed, and the cover girl Carolina got off the plane with two subordinates.

Jay went up to meet him and said, "You're finally here."

Carolina smiled: "Flynn found some clues about the Destroyer, and I accompanied him around several places in Los Angeles, especially the two sites where the big explosion happened last year."

Jay asked, "Have you gained anything?"

Carolina shook her head: "Not many, the most useful one, the Destroyer probably has other identities besides Ronan, Murphy and White Ghost."

When he came to the car, Jay opened the door: "Get in the car first, and we'll talk after getting in the car."

A group of people got into the car, the car started, and quickly drove out of the apron, heading towards the office area.

Jay asked concerned: "You are in charge of information comparison and tracking, have you found anything?"

"No." Carolina said: "I have consulted Master Joseph Hamilton. According to him, the extraordinary system of the Druids in England can achieve large changes in the body, and it is meaningless to simply compare the body shape."

Jay sighed: "The opponent is too difficult."

Carolina acquiesced, but she had a different thought in her heart. With herself, even if she found the boss's trace, it was useless.

In her eyes, the Bureau of Special Affairs is a sieve full of holes.

Jay said at this time; "The Secretary of State visited the Vatican some time ago and wanted to reach an extraordinary alliance with the church. I hope that the United States can borrow the power of the church."

The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was interested. Carolina said: "It is too difficult to deal with high-level transcendents in a densely populated city with our Special Affairs Bureau alone."

When weapons of mass destruction cannot be used, the Special Affairs Bureau and the soldier system have no advantage at all.

Jay said: "At the beginning, the Vatican didn't want to get too involved in international affairs and rejected our cooperation invitation, but Washington put some pressure on them, especially in Switzerland. Several cardinals also favored the United States. The existence of such terrorists is a serious threat to the security of the whole world, and now the pope is short of nodding."

Carolina asked, "Would you nod?"

"It will." Jay is very confident: "The United States has always been able to persuade other forces."

Even Carolina couldn't find fault with that.

The international rules are very simple, whoever has the biggest fist is right.

Justice is only within range.

When I came to the office building and was about to discuss the relevant traces found in Los Angeles, a video call came in suddenly.

Jay connected to the information platform.

The odd-looking Balthazar and Veronica, whose waist is as thick as a bucket, appeared on the screen.

Jay smiled and said, "Masters, good morning."

Balthazar changed his angle slightly and said, "Jay, I have very important news from my side."

Jay stood up at once: "What's the matter in New York?"

Balthazar touched his nose: "Veronica used divination, you know, this kind of spell consumes a lot of body, recently she is not in good health, she always loses her temper and tore a lot of clothes, Broken a lot of furniture, although they are all old antiques, not very valuable, but they must be replaced with new ones..."

Jay heard what he meant: "We just paid you $1000 million."

"That's the reward for dealing with Ronan the Destroyer." Balthazar said without the slightest bit of embarrassment: "The money is all gone. The mages of our department need to do a lot of preparations to deal with powerful enemies. Just buying spell-casting materials, It cost almost $600 million."

Like Cartier, Grandma Xiang, and Hermes, the spell-casting materials that Veronica needs are not only expensive, but some styles are subject to quota before they are willing to sell.

$1000 million may seem like a lot, but it's not spent.

In particular, Veronica's waist is too thick, and many big-name clothes need to be customized.

Jay was quite helpless, but the Special Affairs Bureau had to rely on their magic abilities, so he immediately said, "I'll apply for 50 US dollars for you."

Balthazar wasn't too greedy. The Secret Service was like a cash machine, and it couldn't be squeezed out all at once. He said, "There is a big event going to happen in New York, and the severity is no less serious than last time."

Hearing this, Jay's face was somewhat ugly. She had an unshirkable responsibility for the last Manhattan incident and had to resign from the position of director of the New York branch to appease the dissatisfaction of the Washington authorities.

"When will it happen?" she asked. "Be specific?"

Balthazar didn't ask for more money. The other reason is that Veronica can see very vaguely: "The characters who may appear in the future are too powerful, so Veronica can't see more, but one thing can be confirmed , once this incident breaks out, its destructive power will far exceed that of the Manhattan incident.”

"Time?" Jay asked.

Balthazar glanced at Veronica, who kept her eyes closed, and said, "Within a week."

"Specific location?"

"Not very clear, but something to do with Manhattan and Wall Street."

"Thank you for your news." Jay said: "Please pay attention to the movement in New York. If there is any new situation, please inform us in time. If you can take action, please take action. The civilians in New York are innocent."

Balthazar nodded: "New York is Veronica and I's home, and we won't let anyone destroy our home."

Jay was slightly relieved.

The video call was hung up, and there was no movement in the information room for a while.

Jay looked at Carolina: "One thing after another, could it be related to Ronan the Destroyer?"

Carolina wants to ensure that her identity is not exposed, and she will not talk nonsense on such an obvious issue: "Since the Washington incident, Ronan the Destroyer has been out of our sight, and now no one knows where he is."

Jay said, "We're going to see the general."

The two left the information room, and she asked, "These two high-level mages in New York are greedy, are mages so greedy? Sorry, I didn't mean you."

Carolina knows her own affairs, and her greed is no worse than those two mages.

"It doesn't matter." She said the truth: "The promotion of a mage requires a lot of magic items and magic experiments, all of which require financial support."

Jay nodded. The Special Affairs Bureau spent a lot of resources on Carolina before promoting her to the second level. If she wants to be promoted to the third level, she still doesn't know how much money will be spent on it.

These are all worthwhile. If the Special Affairs Bureau has its own high-level mage, it will no longer be so passive.

In the eyes of the Special Affairs Bureau, Carolina has been tested and is her own.

But the mages trained by the Special Affairs Bureau may not necessarily sit on the side of the Special Affairs Bureau.

Jay and Carolina immediately reported to General Hawke.

General Hawke attached great importance to it, and immediately mobilized the elite forces of the Special Affairs Bureau to New York.

Unlike in the past, these matters cannot be blamed by the Bureau of Special Affairs alone, and Hawke notified the White House and the Office of the Director of Intelligence.

Washington will mobilize more forces to station in Manhattan.

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