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Chapter 219 Finding Angel Blood and a Maid with a New Job (7000)

Manhattan, Central Park.

The time is moving towards 2006, and the weather in New York is getting colder and colder. Ronan is wearing a cashmere coat, passing by the Bethesda Fountain, standing in a quiet place by the lake, watching the thick ice on the lake, and people skating happily.

Spit out a mouthful of white mist, pick up the camera hanging around your neck, and capture the beauty of winter.

Seeing a woman passing by on the high platform from a distance, it was Susie who had made an appointment, so Ronan walked over there.

Susie was wearing a cotton cap, her nose was red from the cold wind, her hands were in her pockets, her eyes wandered around, trying to identify the target person.

Early this morning, I received information that the GRU had raided a tribal warlord in Sudan during an operation in Africa, and found traces of her brother Bill in the warlord's lair.

Susie knew very well that if the GRU recruited her to become an agent, her background would definitely be investigated.

Bill was her only concern.

Suddenly, a young man in a cashmere coat stepped onto the platform from the side.

Susie raised her vigilance and held the dagger hidden in her pocket.

The trace of consciousness in her body faintly told her that the one who came was a powerful transcendent.

The consciousness of the great being invested in it has a vague connection, and cannot communicate smoothly, and can only reveal some vague ideas.

Ronan walked over and said, "I'm Duke, Igor Kozlov's immediate operator."

Susie was relieved to hear the name Igor Kozlov, this is her own.

No, this is Russian, only the Sioux is our own.

Susie said, "I'm Susie."

Ronan untied the bag he was carrying: "Everything is inside, you should take a look first."

"What?" Susie wondered.

Ronan said, "Look first."

Susie put the bag on the stone table of the platform, opened it and took out the mobile phone, ID, documents, satellite phone and work log.

Seeing this, Susie realized something, and her hands trembling unconsciously.

People also started to panic.

A strand of hair fell, and Susie hurriedly wiped it on her head. When her hands fell again, tears welled up in her eyes.

Ronan stood by and didn't speak, just waiting for her to ask a question.

Susie looked over everything, and finally picked up the work log. Apart from Bill's work records, it was full of thoughts about her sister.

Tears, patter dripping down.

Susie closed her notebook and asked, "He, is he still alive?"

This is the last hope.

Ronan acted indifferently as if he were a real agent, and told the truth: "He should be dead. The force we supported, after eliminating the warlord, captured many prisoners, and one of them was one of the people who discovered these things."

Susie closed her eyes, and the teardrops turned into two lines of clear tears. The Gruul was strict in doing things, and it was impossible to make mistakes. She forced herself to accept the reality: "How did he die?"

Ronan said in a declarative tone: "According to the captive's confession, there is also a record in the work log that Bill was studying a group of hyenas, and he was attacked by hyenas."

This was not beyond Susie's expectations, after all, she read the work log.

Ronan still told the truth: "The hyenas were basically killed by them."

Susie put the things into the bag one by one, and when she zipped up the backpack, she suddenly broke out: "I said, don't study those damn beasts! If you protect them, they will care? They all eat meat Beast! Why don't you listen!"

She held the bag tightly in her hands: "Why don't you listen!"

Ronan stood aside, observing the surroundings calmly, waiting for Susie to vent her emotions.

After a while, Susie wiped her tears with the back of her hand: "Sorry, I lost my temper."

Ronan said, "It's okay."

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.

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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!
The other person winked, the short-haired man let go of his hand, pushed the bald-headed arm, the bald-headed backed up again and again, and sat down on the ground.

The two ignored them at all, walked straight ahead, got into a car, and drove towards the villa area.

Dirty Braid raised his bald head, and hurried out of the way.

Out of professional sensitivity, Michael took a second look.

After a while, I left the main road, turned around a few alleys, and came to the assembly area.

"It hurts to death!" The bald head screamed: "The bone is broken! Take me to the hospital!"

Michael walked over quickly and said, "Stop barking, or I will press you."

The bald head raised his right hand to show him: "Boss, the bone is really broken."

Michael took a closer look, the palm of the bald head was unnaturally deformed, and the bones were definitely broken.

But the man just shook him.

The bald head said at this time: "Boss, there is another situation. When I touched the wallet, I found a cross-shaped dagger in the inner pocket of his clothes! I don't know if it is the kind you mentioned."

"Someone has spoken." Stimulated by the huge bounty, Dreadlocks' head is working better than ever: "The accent is very strange. I have never heard it before. It doesn't look like an American."

They wandered the streets of New York, were used to seeing all kinds of people, and heard many kinds of accents.

Michael stuck out his tongue and licked his thick lips: "He's very vigilant, powerful and scary, with a cross-shaped dagger, not like an American..."

Thinking of the 30 dollars, the bald man couldn't care less about screaming, and endured the pain and said, "Boss, why don't you report it and give it a try?"

Only then did the nose ring's brain understand what the companion said: "Boss, $30!"

"In the end it wasn't, the king blamed it, and I will push you up!"

Having said that, Michael took out his mobile phone and made a call.

Bowery, who was admiring the night view with the pigeons on the top of the warehouse next to New York Harbor, just thought about it for a while after receiving the call, and immediately notified the higher-ups.

As long as there is a slight possibility of this matter, it cannot be let go.

What the queen personally ordered!

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Nassau County, Bate Community.

Jess hung up the phone, ran upstairs immediately, and pushed open the door of Ronan's room.

Ronan was servicing his weapons, and there were more than a dozen bazookas, recoilless guns, and gatlings on the floor.

Seeing Ronan looking over, Jess quickly said, "I forgot to knock on the door."

Without waiting for Ronan to say anything, Jess exited the room, closed the door from the outside, slapped his forehead hard, and muttered in his heart: "If he has a better attitude, you will cock your tail, you can't figure out where you are, and you want to be caught." Wall dong?"

Jess knocked on the door, waited for the sound coming from inside, and then opened the door and went in.

The room was full of ammunition and firearms, and her Rhino pistol looked like a child's toy in comparison.

Ronan asked, "What's the matter?"

"The thief under Bowery found a clue." Jess said quickly.

Ronan nodded lightly: "If you have a clue, you can't let it go. In this way, you have enough people here, so let someone confirm it immediately."

He thought about it and said, "The Knights Templar had just evacuated after chasing them last time. If it was really them, it must not be long to go there. Find a way to inquire about the owner of the villa over there and see which ones belong to the Jewish people or the Jewish Chamber of Commerce." It is owned by the company, and then screen the places that are usually unoccupied, and don't approach rashly."

Jess listened carefully: "OK."

Ronan asked, "Can it be done?"

Jess wanted to prove that she could not only skin and roast meat, but also do more, and said, "I'll go to the contact person, I asked Jordan Belfort to ask someone about the situation in the name of buying a house, and then Let Bowery's men watch from the outside."

Ronan waved his hand: "Go."

At the Continental Hotel in Dubai, there is preliminary news about the Ghoul King, and the details are still being confirmed. After finishing the work in New York, we must go to the Middle East.

The Templar Knights were looking for demonized animals before, and they offered a reward for the parchment, so they have to go there to confirm the golden book.

Unfortunately, O'Connor never found it.

These matters will ultimately fall on the Knights Templar. It is best to find a large resident or high-level of the Knights Templar through these people who come to New York, and ask for more information.

Reconciliation with the Knights Templar is also impossible.

Ronan was very aware that the Knights Templar were probably the forces behind the High Table. He blew up Donetsk and the Continental Hotel in Rome, and killed Antonio, his son and the judge.

Even if the Knights Templar came and said they wanted to reconcile, Ronan would not believe it.

Jess came back quickly after the phone call, and even though the door was open, she still knocked on the door before entering.

Ronan put down the RPG29 in his hand, and pointed generously: "You can choose whatever you like."

Jess looked at these heavy weapons and said, "It's not convenient to take them out."

Ronan took out the automatic rifle and pistol again, and then threw her a box of gun oil: "Maintain the gun."

Jess obediently continued, dismantled the parts and oiled them, and suddenly felt that there would be another job in the future.

With him, there is always endless work to do.

Ronan was still thinking about things in the Middle East, and he thought of someone: "That female Mossad agent, the one from the short sword team, what's his name..."

Jess reminded, "Giselle."

Ronan nodded: "Yes, Giselle, how is she?"

Jess said directly: "Dead, I still can't determine whether she is pretending to be stupid or really stupid. To be on the safe side, I killed her and poured it into the cement base of the construction site."

When she saw Ronan asking, she felt uneasy: "Shouldn't you kill him?"

Xin said that when you said you were not sure, you would kill me, and I was just following your instructions.

Ronan shook his head: "Death is death."

Jess breathed a sigh of relief: "The Jews have packaged themselves too well these years, especially after World War II, they used the frivolous things of World War II to control the media's discourse power, and packaged themselves as the first-class good people in the world. "

Ronan reminded: "You pay attention to the Knights Templar or other Jewish organizations."

Hearing Ronan's concern, Jess instantly felt that the maintenance of firearms should be done, and once again her mouth was over her head: "In the future, I will do the work of maintaining weapons."

After this time, I didn't regret it.

Ronan and Jess were not polite at all: "Once a month."

Jess responded, "Okay!"

At around ten o'clock in the evening, Jess's white glove, Jordan Belfort, called and basically found out the situation of the villas over there. There are about a dozen of them, which are owned by Jews or Jewish organizations, but they are usually not inhabited. .

Ronan immediately asked Jess to get in the car and rushed to that area. Someone sent a distribution map of the villa on the way.

The two came to the convenience store that Bowery's subordinates mentioned, and went to check it out. There was nothing there, and then drove into the top floor of the nearby above-ground parking lot.

Standing on a high place, Ronan observed the villa area with sharp eyes, and at the same time compared the location of the corresponding villa on the blueprint.

Take out a piece of roast beef, throw it to the flying raven, and let it fly over there.

Ronan activated the eyes of the mind and checked the situation with the help of the raven's vision. The raven flew over the villas, and soon found that the one with the larger area and the farther distance from the other villas had many People are active.

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