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Chapter 83 Asian Eagle (410)

Chime! !

As Shiloh disappeared, the ancient warrior in black armor who was half-kneeling on the ground also turned into a shadow again.

However, Elliot, who could also sense the shadow, felt something strange. It seemed that this ancient warrior was wearing a layer of skin, and the essence inside seemed to be a ninja he had seen in Japanese anime.

Maybe Lord Shila doesn't like Japanese-style subordinates.

Elliot silently noted this in his mind, focused more on the ancient compass in his hand, took out his mobile phone, and began to search for information online.

"Dear, if you want to learn Feng Shui and compass reading, I suggest you start with basic introductory books, such as 'New Book of Geography' and 'Compass Explanation'. Once you have a basic foundation, you can read advanced books such as 'Geography for Children' and 'Shen's Xuankong Studies'. Then, you can read the ancient books 'Qing Nang Jing', 'Han Long Jing', and 'Yi Jing'."

A few minutes later, looking at the long list of books sent to him by the customer service of the Chinese online store, Elliot's expression froze. He gritted his teeth and bought an electronic introductory edition with English commentary and started reading.

Ten minutes later, Elliot put down his phone in confusion, realizing that his determination to resurrect Lillian wasn't so firm.

He really couldn't understand these words put together. Even advanced mathematics wasn't that difficult to learn.

"No."

After being depressed for a while, Elliot picked himself up again with great determination and decided to find another way.

Since he can't understand it, just find someone who can.

"Woah woah -"

After waiting for dozens of minutes, when the San Francisco police arrived here after receiving a report from nearby residents, Elliott had already left and started his own journey to find the person.

Relying on some gray channels he knew in his family, he first found a hacker who specialized in selling information online.

Although according to the rules of this industry, they only accept online orders and refuse to meet in person.

But when Elliot really showed up, the black shadow behind him had tentacles flying around, staring at him expressionlessly.

The hacker codenamed 'Greyhound' looked up at the sky, indicating that there was nothing else he could do. He had to greet him with a smile and told Uncle Elliot to sit there and rest for a while. The information he wanted would be ready soon.

“Pah, pah.”

In an apartment building in San Francisco, Greyhound, who has always been famous for his foul mouth and bad temper on the Internet, tapped the keyboard for the first time and his hand speed was as fast as that of a piano player.

After a while, he used his superb skills to find a loophole, hacked into the FBI database, and found the information Elliot wanted.

"found it."

"Chen Gangsheng, male, 37 years old, codenamed Flying Eagle. His father was the internationally renowned thief Flying Eagle in the late s. He inherited his father's name and is well-versed in Chinese history and feng shui. He is also very skilled and intelligent. Since his debut, he has stolen a total of precious cultural relics and has never been arrested."

"Until six months ago, when he was caught stealing the Heart of the Ocean from the Smithsonian National Museum of Natural History, it was said that it was because of a woman."

"He's currently imprisoned in Alcatraz Federal Penitentiary, about three kilometers from here."

Greyhound spoke these words at the fastest speed he could, then turned his head and looked nervously at Elliot who had stood up behind him, fearing that this SSS wanted criminal who had caused the evil god incident that shocked the world would kill people to silence them after obtaining the information he wanted.

"I understand, thank you."

Unexpectedly, Elliot not only didn't do anything, but also handed him a note.

"This is my email address. If you run into any trouble, you can send me a message. I owe you a favor."

"Okay, I wish you all the best, my friend."

Hearing this, Greyhound breathed a sigh of relief, took the note, and watched Elliot's figure blend into the shadows, remaining seated motionless.

It wasn't until a few minutes later, when he was sure Elliot was really gone, that he looked at the note in his hand and jumped up excitedly. "Oh, this is so cool! I actually became friends with a super criminal. Mom will definitely be proud of me."

Elliot: “.”

What is he so happy about? ! !
Elliot, hiding in the shadows, looked at the scene with a strange expression, shook his head and left.

This time he really left.

Following the address provided by Greyhound, they sneaked all the way to Alcatraz Federal Prison, which is surrounded by water and where it is said that no one can escape.

The prison was said to have been nearly closed in 1963 due to high operating costs, building corrosion from seawater, and sewage problems.

But later, because the crime rate was too high in the following years, the American prisons were almost full, and this prison was reopened by the federal government, specifically to detain serious criminals, or "thieves" like Flying Eagle who liked to rob the rich and help the poor and repeatedly played tricks on the police.

At this time, in a cell in Alcatraz Prison, a black-haired man with a big nose and a broad forehead was sitting with his legs crossed, seemingly humming a little tune to his own amusement. In fact, behind the scenes, he was using the nail clippers in his hand to gradually expand the gap at the back of the cell.

The singing can cover up the noise that can be easily heard at night.

"I'm afraid it will take you at least half a year to break through that wall."

Suddenly, a strange man's voice suddenly sounded in the cell, startling Feiying.

He jumped out of bed and looked at Elliot, who had appeared beside him out of nowhere. His eyes widened and he asked in surprise, "Elliot Camorra?"

"you know me??"

Elliot was also a little surprised.

"Of course, there are newspapers in prison."

Feiying, who had been a little nervous, relaxed again. He sat on the edge of the bed, picked up a half-open newspaper, and gestured:
"Look, you're a celebrity in Alcatraz Prison now. The Italian Mafia bosses imprisoned there are beaming every day, handing out a newspaper about your deeds to everyone they meet."

"Uh"

Elliot was a little overwhelmed for a moment.

I never thought that one day I would become famous in prison in this way.

He and the mafia bosses imprisoned here are not from the same family.

And is this something glorious and worth showing off?

For a moment, Elliot, whose train of thought was disrupted by the outrageous actions of his Italian compatriots, stood there without saying a word.

Feiying turned his eyes and roughly guessed the purpose of his coming here. He spread his hands and said:

"I guess you came to me specifically because you want me to help you find something?"

"Yes."

Elliot came back to his senses, nodded, took out the compass that gave him a headache, and said solemnly:
"Use this compass to help me find the twelve zodiac charms, and I can take you out right now."

"make a deal!!"

Feiying raised his right palm and clapped it to Elliot.

He had long wanted to stop staying in this damn place.

(End of this chapter)