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Let Jess pack the rest of the cash and magic gems by category, ready to be used at any time.

Among the several wands, I chose the one with the most energy from the magic gem, which can be used as a reward when I see Carolina again.

The senior secret service director of the Secret Service is playing an increasingly important role.

The only pity is that the two high-level mages and the two abyssal demons were all destroyed by the fire.

Ronan thought for a while and said to Jess: "When New York calms down, there is something I need you to do."

Hearing that there was work to do, Jess immediately became excited: "Just say what you want."

Ronan said: "Greenwich Village, the residence of the two high-ranking mages, find a way to buy it."

Jess immediately replied, "I'll let people buy it."

Ronan pulled her out of the basement and walked up: "How flexible are your hands?"

Jess smiled sweetly, and said with a whimper, "Not only are my hands flexible, but I have some special abilities after the third level, such as floating in mid-air and spinning quickly."

Ronan said: "Your new ability needs to be well developed and researched."

"Let's go! I'll show you!" Jess was careful not to use it all at once, but to replace it with a new ability at intervals to keep it fresh.

Actually, Jess is very curious, who is Ronan's friend?

But if Ronan didn't tell, Jess wouldn't ask.

As a loyal little maid, Jess still has this awareness.

…………

Greenwood Cemetery, Brooklyn.

Hidden deep in the underground city of bones, several tomb guards in black robes came out of a room.

Jonathan, Clary and Campbell have been waiting outside.

At this moment, Qi Qi went up to meet them and asked, "How are they doing?"

The leading cemetery guard raised his head, showing an old face with deep wrinkles, and said: "The injury is stable, and there will be no life-threatening for the time being."

The three of them breathed a sigh of relief.

The gravekeeper added: "They are seriously injured and need long-term recuperation, and may not even be able to fully recover."

Clary asked, "How about going to the hospital?"

The cemetery said: "The hospital will not be more professional than us for the extraordinary injuries caused by high-level vampires. The wounds of Hodge, Jocelyn, and Magnus still have the virus left by high-level vampires. To become an ordinary extraordinary person, he would have died a long time ago."

Jonathan was in a hurry, but there was nothing he could do.

Without these three people, the Shadow Hunter would have no high-end combat power in one fell swoop.

The gravekeeper let the door open: "Hodge lets you in."

The three entered the stone house, and Hodge, Magnus, and Jocelyn were temporarily lying on the hospital beds.

Angel crystals are placed under the beds, constantly emitting a faint light, which seems to strengthen their bodies and recovery abilities.

Clary took a look. Except for her face and one arm, the rest of her mother was wrapped in bandages, and she was quite weak.

Magnus was even worse, still in a coma.

Only Hodge fared slightly better.

"Come here!" Hodge pointed to a few stools against the wall and said, "Sit down and talk."

Jonathan sat at the front: "Father?"

Hodge endured the severe pain and said: "The three of us don't know when we will heal our injuries, and we may never heal. Jonathan and Campbell, you all have the strength close to the peak of the second order. Hurry up and get promoted. Shadow Hunter's The daily affairs are temporarily under your control."

He looked at Clary again: "Your talent is the best, and the concentration of angel blood is the highest. Don't let this talent down, and concentrate all your energy on improving your strength. Shadow hunters will rely on you in the future!"

These words sounded like an afterthought, and the three of them listened with serious expressions.

Hodge added: "Remember, shrink your strength. As long as there are no demons descending, except for Shadow Hunters whose identities can withstand investigation, the rest should not leave the cemetery. The City of Bones can shield many unnecessary troubles."

Jonathan said: "I have conveyed it."

Hodge waved his hand: "Go!"

The three of them left the stone house and walked up all the way. As soon as they left the City of Bones, they saw Ping Qi rushing over.

Under the dim light, the flat and bald heads were particularly conspicuous: "How are they doing?"

"Not very good." Clary said roughly.

Pinching his waist with both hands, he said with a particularly experienced look, "Superman has to rely on Chaofan to solve it!"

Jonathan answered: "The gravekeeper said that there is no good way for the time being, but to rest slowly."

Ping Qi waved his hands again and again: "They have been guarding the City of Bones all year round, and they have experienced too little, especially in the past two years, the world and the extraordinary situation have changed drastically!"

Clary said in his heart, have you experienced a lot?

But the mother and the others were seriously injured, so she didn't want to say more.

Also, it's always good to have more than one person to contribute.

Pingqi is unreliable in his words, but he is very serious in his work.

"That's right!" Ping Qi put down his hands and said seriously: "I have a solution!"

The three of Clary asked almost at the same time: "What way?"

Ping Qi turned over his hole cards and released his unique move: "Look for Duke! Believe me, he must have a way!"

"He's not Duke, he's Ronan, the number one terrorist in the world!" Thinking of this name, Clary was so angry that his teeth hurt: "He's a super liar!"

Campbell said: "The official announcement from the United States says that Ronan is dead."

As these words fell into his ears, Clary's toothache dissipated, his mind was shocked, and he was in a trance: "You...what did you say?"

Ping Qi replied first: "Don't believe the official words, Duke will be fine! Believe me, Duke and I have experienced so many extraordinary battles, and we both survived unscathed. I still have this confidence in him."

The three of them said, do we have no confidence in Ronan?

Ping Qi took out his mobile phone and dialed a number: "Hey, what are you up to?"

The voice over there seemed unusual, and he replied coldly, "It's so late, what's the matter?"

"Something, a business deal." Ping Qi spoke carefully: "Have a coffee tomorrow?"

"Yes." The other side responded: "Tomorrow afternoon."

Hang up the phone, put away the phone, and said, "Look, I'm right."

Jonathan and Campbell had seen Ronan's abilities with their own eyes. They were diverse and weird. They somewhat held out hope and felt a little more relaxed. They followed Ping Qi and walked down the hill.

Clary was furious and then sad and joyful, staring blankly into the distance for a while, like a stone sculpture.

…………

The nights are long and there are many energetic people.

New York is in chaos again!

From Manhattan to Brooklyn, from Queens to Long Island, zero dollars and flames are once again the theme of New York.

The National Guard troops brought into New York are woefully underrepresented and often overwhelmed.

In New York, there are not only black people who are good at zero-dollar purchases, but also countless illegal immigrants hidden.

Different from early morning and morning, these people gradually have similarities!

They regard Ronan, who launched a terrorist attack on the United States, as an idol, and worship him crazily. , Learn how Ronan dealt with America.

Yes, it's fireworks!

These people can't get explosives, they can't get professional incendiary bombs.

But can get high alcohol and gasoline.

When the first homemade Molotov cocktails appeared on the streets of New York, there were more Molotov cocktails made with zero-dollar loot!

Throw it out, and it explodes into flames with a bang, like a beautiful firework!

The fireworks in full bloom celebrated not only the chaos, but also the overall landslide of the American financial economy!

New York, even considering a curfew!

Chaos and attacks spread like a virus.

The Washington authorities had to send more National Guard troops into New York.

Endless skinning, endless verbal battles.

Countless bankrupt middle class.

Under such difficult circumstances, the New York stock market has been operating!

Under the temptation of carve up the super big cake of the Morgan consortium, those companies with huge influence do not allow the stock market to suspend!

The unlucky ones can only be those small and medium investors.

As with every stock market crash, there are always bad luck.

The market closed at noon, and the number of people on Wall Street suddenly increased.

Some people, leaving Wall Street, thinking about what they often read on the news, drove southeast of Manhattan.

There is a sanctuary for the bankrupt.

Miller drove to Bridgehead Park in Brooklyn and found that it was still tightly sealed by the National Guard, and it was impossible to approach the ruins of the bridge.

You can only drive along the coast and soon come to a viewing platform in the park.

On the bench on the platform, sat a man with an unshaven beard and loose tie, smoking a cigarette one after another.

Miller knew this person, Patra, the owner of a small and medium-sized investment company on Wall Street.

Could it be that he couldn't hold it anymore?

Get off the car and walk up to the viewing platform. On the guardrail with a flat edge, there is a suit jacket and a short windbreaker jacket.

Miller looks at Patra's trousers and shoes. The two jackets don't match, and neither is clearly his.

It seems that a guy just went down.

Patra looked up, glanced at Miller, and asked, "You're here too."

Miller walked over: "Yes, I'm here too." He wanted to touch the cigarette, but found that his pocket was empty: "Give me one."

Patra took out the cigarette case, pulled it out and threw it to Miller, who then threw him a lighter.

Miller sat on another bench, lit a cigarette, took a puff, and asked, "Why are you here?"

"I wanted to go to the Brooklyn Bridge, so it would be a sense of ritual." Patra turned to look at the ruins of the bridge: "It turned out that I came here, and then I remembered that the bridge was blown up by that damned terrorist."

Miller corrected: "It was bombed by the authorities."

Patra said: "No difference, Ronan the Destroyer and the authorities in Washington destroyed my career! Tore the economic foundation of Wall Street!"

Miller nodded and echoed: "There is no hope! The consortium at the top is harvesting wildly and wants to take away all the cakes. The authorities are their accomplices! Ronan the Destroyer's terrorist attack has accelerated this process."

He pointed to the clothes on the guardrail: "Whose is this?"

Patra said: "Like you and me, from Wall Street, one of them you should know, Bielsa, can't make it."

Miller took a deep puff of his cigarette: "I didn't expect to take this step."

Paltrow's awareness is quite high: "Don't say it so sad, we bastards, in fact, should have gone to hell a long time ago, cheating and abducting, trying to turn customers' money into our own, who has done less than who?"

Miller exhaled smoke and said, "That's right, I was the first to sell pink sheets, selling waste paper as a treasure to those fools..."

Paltrow put out the cigarette butt, took off his tie and tied it on the guardrail of the viewing platform, and said, "Man, I'll take a step first."

After finishing speaking, he climbed over the guardrail and flew up!

Miller threw the cigarette into the sea, took off the outside of his suit, hung it neatly by the railing, and turned over as well.

Then, the Wall Street investor also flew up.

…………

Greenwood Cemetery, Brooklyn.

The order in New York was much better during the day. Ronan stopped the car, picked up a bouquet of white roses, and walked into the cemetery dressed in black.