The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 468

The illusory cold penetrated her muscles and bones. The malice from the higher life turned into shackles and permeated every inch of her body, leaving a layer of frost on the woman's eyelashes. Even her most basic breathing seemed to be frozen.

Standing in this invisible cage, surrounded by a chill that did not belong to this world, she had a mixture of shock and anger in her eyes, and groaned with difficulty:

"You bastard, don't you know that your master is about to fall? How dare you be so presumptuous!"

The woman was surprised and regretful in her heart, her family had been deeply involved in the academic circle for many years and had some contact with the fringes of high society, so she was not completely ignorant of the despicable behavior of these jackals.

Ever since they came to her house and used threats and bribes to try to steal the secrets left by her grandfather, she has been on guard against conspiracies and tricks, and has always been cautious and careful, not revealing the slightest flaw.

Until recently, when the situation suddenly changed and the political situation at the top level was in a state of flux, she realized that a large number of the other party's backers had fallen, and they were in a state of panic. The surveillance that was sometimes there and not there around them had also been completely withdrawn. Only then did she secretly come and prepare to destroy the confidential files, but she still fell into the trap.

"Ha ha……"

Alex chuckled in an incomprehensible way, which was actually full of comfort and pleasure, and he seemed to be in a very good mood.

"Do you think I'm upset recently? On the contrary, I'm extremely happy."

His smile rose sharply, even diluting the ghostly temperament of the night.

"Dr. Helena, speaking of which, you and your mother actually resisted the temptation and have not looked through the materials privately for decades. This rock-solid self-control really amazes me."

"Because...my grandfather left a will before his death. The moral heart of mankind today...is not enough to accept the gift of God..."

Helena struggled and her consciousness gradually became blurred.

"Your ancestors' spirit is firm, and they are more like a great leader than any king."

The blood-red nails bounced gracefully, the old calfskin cover was opened, and on the yellowed inner pages, the stiff cursive handwriting was dark, but still revealed a sense of dominance.

Looking at the original work of the most powerful failed art student in human history, Alex expressed his sincere admiration.

"He is worthy of being the man who stole the secret of eternal life from under the nose of the head of the Third Reich, the great and legendary adventurer - Professor Indiana Jones!"

His palm suddenly retracted like lightning, and a wisp of green smoke swirled around his fingertips, as if he had been burned by something.

Under the fearful gaze of the Blood Clan King, an ancient piece of parchment was sandwiched between the last page, on which was drawn a crude image of an object with simple strokes.

Just by depicting the pattern, it can contain supreme majesty to deter evil spirits. Such magical power is beyond ordinary people's cognition, which makes people wonder what kind of power the prototype of the object should have?

But there was a burning desire in Alex's eyes, which proved that the great things the content pointed to were real.

...When the clear sounds of sheep bells and shepherd's flutes pass through the wind-eroded rocks, the ancient city of Rose begins to gleam with charming colors under the sunlight. Passing through the winding Sik Canyon, a palace lit by candles appears at the end of the road, and the "water of life" is hidden on the other side...

He quietly recited the annotations on the side, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.

“So, it’s there!”

……

……

It was an early September evening, a good time for the summer heat to dissipate, and even with federal law enforcement in place, there were still slightly more people on the streets of Seattle than usual.

Of course, this is mainly due to the policemen who patrolled the streets openly and secretly during this period.

Armed with live ammunition, modern military crystals moved back and forth, the cold light of metal shining into the hearts of every brother on the road, extinguishing the raging enthusiasm for zero-yuan shopping and temporarily resuming their behavior as law-abiding citizens.

This move is certainly not an attempt by a government that believes in liberalism and practices limited liability to launch a severe crackdown.

The target was only the government officials, and only the slight aftermath among the people. "We need more truth!"

The signs and banners held high were in a chaotic mess.

"A thorough trial!"

The place was bustling with noise and the atmosphere was bustling with activity. The expressions on everyone's faces showed more of a carnival of venting one's anger than indignation.

After all, standing on the moral high ground and pointing fingers, while watching a large number of powerful and wealthy gentlemen being brought to trial, is a rare pleasure for the general public.

As for the dark and bloody truth behind it, no one was blind enough to dig deep into it except the insiders involved.

From the self-proclaimed conscientious media reporters to the sanctimonious social groups, it's not the first day for everyone to work in this country. They have long learned the limits under the guidance of several predecessors such as Hoover and McCarthy, and have a good idea of ​​what the high-voltage line is.

Watching the noisy parade crowd passing by, a pair of brown and black big-toed leather shoes anxiously stepped over the puddles and slipped into the deep alley.

The short and fat figure moved quickly and silently around the sewage and garbage cans with extraordinary agility and stopped behind an apartment building.

Lifting the manhole cover hidden by a pile of cardboard boxes, he nimbly slid down the rusty metal ladder.

"You're too late. I'm about to leave."

A short man with a pointed face and monkey-like appearance came out from the shadows, carrying a fluorescent lamp, his tone filled with impatience and dissatisfaction.

Not caring about the visitor's rudeness, the short and fat figure took off his hoodie, and his face, covered with sweat, showed a mixture of panic and anxiety.

He stretched out his arm and touched the ancient black stone bracelet. With a flash of light, several bags appeared on the ground.

"These are all for you. As we agreed beforehand, let me leave through your passage!"

The agreed upon reward was paid, but the other party did not move, his beard with beastman characteristics trembled slightly, revealing a gloomy expression.

“Prices have changed now, and this alone is not enough.”

He spoke before the man could speak:
"Kant is finished. The demise of Black Claw is inevitable. The authorities have taken ruthless action against it, and all its members have been forcibly recruited.

And you, the dwarf demon who controls the account books and secret vault, are their must-have target. Without our help, you will never be able to escape."

"If you have too big an appetite, you'll end up eating too much!" The dwarf's voice was full of threats, and his eyes flashed fiercely under the dim light.

In response to him, he received an alchemical firearm that glowed with cold light.

The black muzzle of a gun was pointed at my heart, and a suffocating tension filled the air.

The skinny beastman stuck out his slender amphibian tongue and licked his translucent eyelids, looking fearless and ready to be beaten.

"You can try to have a fight. Guess who will be more unlucky if the fight gets out of hand?"

"Calm down. If we quarrel, it will not benefit anyone. It is better to solve it peacefully."

The words of peacemaking happened to be spoken, which was exactly what the two cowardly people wanted. They nodded at the same time and their attitude softened a lot.

Then they turned back suddenly at the same time.

Where did the third person come from?
Zhu Mingyao moved closer with a smiling face, and two runes flew out like ropes.

"That finance guy who ran away, I have something I want to ask you."

(End of this chapter)