The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 352 Sword and Mask

"...It's too late today, so just stay in the hotel and continue tomorrow. We want to visit Fifth Avenue from beginning to end!"

In the lobby of a star-rated hotel at night, the water-patterned marble tiles are neat and smooth, reflecting the multi-layered crystal chandeliers on the top.

Michelle showed her VIP card to the young and beautiful front desk, turned around and stuck out her tongue to the accompanying plainclothes guard, clasping her hands together in a begging gesture.

"I'm sorry to bother you, please return the things you bought to the training base."

"Dear little sweetheart...you are violating security regulations by spending the night alone." The bodyguards who were strict about their duties spoke in a gentle tone, but did not intend to give up their duties easily.

"I know, that's why I chose an industry under the Special Investigation Bureau to save you from embarrassment."

After getting along for several months, everyone was already familiar with each other. One of the field staff persuaded him with a smile, and he agreed smoothly.

As the most important financial and political center of the Federation and the headquarters of many special force agencies, New York's official power is extremely strong. They don't think that anyone will dare to come and rub the tiger's beard.

"Tiss, you stay and watch while I transport the 'trophies' of the two consultant ladies to the 'castle' and I'll be back later."

Siona grasped the silver bowl-shaped guard and drew the sword out of its sheath. A sharp and restrained light rushed into her eyes. She raised it above her head and spread her legs forward and back, assuming a standard offensive posture.

But neither of them noticed that they were lightly pinched by the fist of the person they were protecting.

She bent down, opened a combination lock, and pulled out a slender wooden box from the storage box under the bed.

The box is about 100 centimeters long, 20 centimeters wide, and 15 centimeters high. The dark brown wood texture on the surface has been oxidized and turned black. The copper sheets wrapped around the corners are also stained with a trace of green rust. As evidence of the vicissitudes of time, only The blurred and mottled iris flowers and Hercules double pillar carvings all around still silently tell the story of the aristocratic glory of that year.

Once you make up your mind and decide to get involved, you need to be well prepared!
With a crash, the linen curtains printed with dark flowers fell down, tightly covering all the windows in the studio.

Siona, who had put on a neat sportswear, was full of energy, and her tall figure mixed with Latin ancestry appeared to be more toned. Compared with those delicate and pretentious ladies, Siona was more energetic, healthy and beautiful.

For a young and beautiful woman, the streets of Brooklyn late at night are no different from the primeval Amazon jungle in terms of danger. Perhaps there are even more hungry and greedy eyes. Half a year ago, a lady like her could only stay away. .

The female agent known as Tis nodded, raised her hand and threw the car keys to her partner.

After the plan was approved, Michelle happily walked to the elevator holding her partner's shoulders, reviewing the plan she had just discussed in her head.

Gently caressing her with her long and powerful fingers, the designer lady's heart surged. This was probably the guidance in her bloodline. Who would have thought that just by going to the ancestral home to handle inheritance matters, her destiny would slip in another direction.

She opened the lid and found an ancient Spanish-style stiletto sword lying there quietly.

But now...

Just waiting for the agreed time... I wonder what Miss Siona said she wanted to go home to prepare first?
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The next second, the dim afterimage trembled, as if a dense rain had burst into existence, cutting the air with crispy sounds, and a glass water glass instantly turned into crystal powder.

This dreamlike scene was reflected in her pupils, and her heartbeat gradually accelerated as if being pulled by a string. A heroic figure in black hat and black clothes holding a long sword seemed to appear in front of her eyes. While laughing and cursing, he robbed the rich and gave to the poor. Act chivalrously and act righteously.

Miss Designer knew that it was not an illusion, but the firm belief and unyielding will of the ancestors, which were still clear after hundreds of years. Siona softly recited the cursive inscription on the broad sword grid:
May the wind of freedom and justice blow over the earth and never stop!
"Since I have the honor to receive guidance from the soul, future generations will never let your good name be shamed." She returned the sword to its sheath, and with reverence, took out another thing from the wooden box.

——A black silk mask as thin as cicada wings, yet like the night sky.

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"Boom! Boom! Boom..."

The big bronze bell of St. Patrick's Cathedral rang nine times on time. The rich sound penetrated the night and spread through the gradually quiet streets and alleys. According to old folk customs, it reminded everyone that it was time to rest.

Of course... that was in the past. Nowadays, people in cities have become accustomed to going to bed late and getting up late, or even stay up all night. Moreover, there is Manhattan at our feet. The nightlife is so rich and colorful that this stall has just begun.

The broad street is still lively, with luxury cars coming and going, full of handsome men and beautiful women, shuttling in the bustling lights and feasting, heading towards the show of desire and money.

In this environment, two figures appeared floating at the side door of the hotel and got on a semi-old Ford that had been parked here. They disappeared into the traffic flow like a drop of water flowing into the sea.

"Huh, your psychological invisibility is so convenient." Taking off the hood of the windbreaker, the soft half-length gold wire hung down on his shoulders, Michelle hugged her companion's arm, her words were filled with envy.

Just now, they walked out of the room together in a grand manner. They swaggered past under the eyes of many staff members, including bodyguards, and the journey was smooth and unobstructed. It was really a strange and exciting feeling.

It's a pity that to use psychic power to such a level, in addition to a long period of hard training, it also requires considerable talent. Otherwise, she really wants to study part-time.

Nan just covered her chubby little hands and giggled at her friend's compliment.

"Do we really not need to find a few men to go with us? The security there is quite bad." Caroline was happy but could not hide her worries. She was grateful for the help of several people and did not want them to be harmed.

Michelle patted her pocket confidently, "Relax, the 'toy' I brought is much more powerful than the anti-wolf spray. Let alone ordinary gangsters, they can even deal with a group of crazy elephants."

"Please rest assured about safety. I have recently learned some... fighting." Siona's voice floated from the driver's seat, with a hint of longing for adventure hidden in her calmness, and she immediately stepped on the accelerator.

"Sit tight girls, I'm going to speed up."

As the night gets darker, the yellow-white car lights draw a long stream of light, gradually leaving behind the hustle and bustle of the uptown area, leaving a lonely and determined track on the secluded back street.

Slowly driving into Brooklyn, the surrounding buildings gradually became old and dirty. Most of the few pedestrians passed by quickly, looking hurried and wary, as if they were afraid of being swallowed by this dangerous and poor land.

"It's here." Caroline looked around nervously and led everyone to a remote subway station. "It's close to 11 o'clock now. There are usually no passengers, but be careful of those crazy drug addicts."

Under the flickering street lights, the broken and cracked steps were covered with dirty stains, interspersed with patches of slang graffiti sprayed with fluorescent paint, exuding a scary atmosphere.

It's like... some kind of horror lair.

(End of this chapter)