America: The Cremator

Chapter 204 Dania's Tiger and Leopard House!

Su Long took out his phone, opened the notes app, typed "Snoqualm Pass, Roland Manor" into the screen, and then clicked save.

After doing all that, he looked up at the woman opposite him.

"Professor Stella, your intelligence network is truly impressive. Without the information you provided, I don't know how long I would have had to search in the black market."

Stella smiled, not taking credit for it, treating it as just a casual chat between friends.

The soundproof wooden door to the private room was pushed open, and a waiter walked in carrying the final dessert.

Molten chocolate lava cake.

The waiter placed it steadily in the very center of the black marble dining table.

Beneath the exquisite and ornate cake is a luxurious vintage brass stand, and three slender candles encircle the base.

The warmth of the candle flames created a rich aroma of cocoa mixed with the sweetness of butter, filling the small private room.

Su Long looked at the fancy and exquisite dish in front of him, then glanced at the expensive ingredients on the table that had hardly been touched, and raised an eyebrow.

"Judging by how this looks, I'm definitely going to have to spend a fortune tonight—"

Stella rested her chin on her hand, the candlelight flickering around the edges of her gold-rimmed glasses. "You said you'd treat us, what, a dignified B-rank exorcist trying to renege on your promise?"

"Of course not, I can certainly afford to treat you to a meal." Surong leaned back in his chair and gestured for her to enjoy her meal, Professor Stella.

Stella did not refuse, picked up a small silver long-handled spoon, and gently cut the surface of the lava cake.

The melted dark chocolate inside immediately flowed out through the opening and clung to the edge of the silver spoon.

She slightly opened her mouth, put the spoon in her mouth, then closed her eyes and slowly pulled the silver spoon out of her mouth. Her bright red lips pressed against the edge of the metal spoon as she gently sucked away the cake and chocolate on it.

In this dimly lit private room where only a few candles flickered, the allure of this action was amplified to an extreme.

The warm light shone on Stella's intellectually beautiful face, her high nose bridge and blue-green pupils interplaying in the light and shadow, and combined with her slightly languid movement, exuding a powerful and alluring charm.

Su Long looked at Stella across from him and paused for a moment.

This woman's lethality is indeed not much less than those of the bizarre.

He immediately looked away, picked up his knife and fork, and shoved a large piece of Burrata cheese into his mouth.

Although the dishes here are elaborately presented and fancy, the taste is truly impeccable.

The two of them enjoyed the food while chatting about some slightly ambiguous topics.

Dinner ended in a relaxed atmosphere.

Su Long called the waiter to settle the bill. If the bill had been placed a month ago, the amount would have made him wince for quite some time.

But now, for Su Long, who has hundreds of thousands of dollars in his hands, this amount of money for a meal is just a drop in the ocean.

Half an hour later, the sports car came to a smooth stop in the driveway in front of Stella's house.

Su Long pulled out the car key, pushed open the door, and got out of the car.

"Alright, now that I've safely escorted you home, my mission for tonight is completely complete," Surong said, tossing the car keys to Stella.

Stella reached out and took the key, then walked to the porch in her high heels and turned to look at Suron.

After a whole night of intense work in the laboratory and several hours spent in the archives, her face was full of fatigue, but she still maintained her calm elegance.

"I feel very honored to have such a young and handsome B-class exorcist personally drive me around."

"Of course," Su Long waved his hand.

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Stella was clearly at her breaking point, but Suron was full of energy. He stood by the driveway, took out his phone from his pocket, and glanced at it.

There was an unread message on the screen, sent by Dania.

"Su, how's the situation now? I heard the battle at Rattlesnake Lake has entered the cleanup phase. If you have time, please come to the zoo so we can discuss the rewards for this mission!"

Looking at the text message, Su Long decided to go there right now.

He put his phone back in his pocket and was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something very real.

His Escalade SUV had been parked near the outer perimeter of Rattlesnake Lake during a previous mission.

Last night, the US military bombarded the area with heavy artillery, and bombarded it with thermobaric and radioactive bombs. It's hard to say whether that car has been reduced to scrap metal by the US military's fierce firepower.

Even if it wasn't destroyed, that area is now completely sealed off by the military, so it's impossible to get it out.

He suddenly has no car to use.

Suron turned and called out to Stella, who was about to open the door.

"Professor Stella, do you need that Jeep Wrangler in your garage for the next couple of days?"

Stella stopped what she was doing and immediately understood what Sulong meant.

"This Wrangler is modified. I usually only use it when I'm out on business trips in the field or collecting corpses. Otherwise, it sits idle in the garage."

"If you need it, just drive away."

Stella pulled a set of mechanical keys with the Jeep logo from her handbag and tossed them to Suron.

"Thanks, I'll wash the car and return it to you another day—go and get some rest, Professor." Su Long took the keys and turned to walk towards the garage.

The two said their goodbyes briefly.

Ten minutes later, Su Long drove the black Wrangler with its raised chassis out of the quiet, affluent neighborhood.

Seattle begins to awaken in the early morning, and traffic gradually increases on the streets.

Early morning commuters drive their cars and line up at traffic lights, filling the city with a sense of orderly routine.

No one knew that just hours earlier, less than a few dozen kilometers from this city, a potential disaster that could have killed hundreds of thousands of people had been nipped in the bud.

Su Long gripped the steering wheel with one hand and casually turned on the car radio.

The radio is playing the morning news.

"Good morning, citizens. Regarding the loud explosion and bright light that occurred near Rattlesnake Lake last night, this station has just received a joint statement from the federal government and the National Guard."

The official statement denied the false rumors circulating online, including claims of a powerful, unknown biological attack and nuclear contamination bombs used for ground cleaning.

"The spokesperson stated that the military conducted a routine tactical exercise in the uninhabited area last night. All munitions used met federal safety standards and caused no ecological damage."

The government emphasizes that this is a compliant, legal, and absolutely environmentally friendly military exercise, and urges the public not to panic.

""

Upon hearing this news, Su Long leaned back in the driver's seat and couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.

It is compliant, legal, and environmentally friendly.

They call a thermobaric bomb that turns several kilometers into a wasteland, plus a high-concentration radioactive bomb filled with potassium iodide-131, "environmental protection."

If that fifty-meter-tall black goat cub could understand human speech, it would probably be so angry at its ashes that it would come back to life.

Su Long made no attempt to hide the mockery in his eyes.

Those extremists who hold up signs every day to protest carbon emissions and shout about environmental protection would probably wet their pants in fear if they knew the amount of dirty bombs they dropped last night.

If one day the supernatural force really tears through their defenses, reaches their doorstep, and takes half their basket in one bite, these guys will be completely obedient.

The Wrangler sped through the streets, crossing several blocks before finally coming to a steady stop outside the side gate of the Seattle Zoo.

The zoo was not yet open for business in the early morning.

The main entrance was closed with a roller shutter, and the visitor passage was deserted.

Only the side door, used for internal employee commuting and animal feed transportation, was open.

Su Long pushed open the car door and got out. The cold morning wind made him even more awake.

He had just taken out his phone, ready to call Dania to ask if she had arrived yet.

Before he could even press the dial button, a frenzied roar of a motorcycle engine came from inside the park.

Su Long raised his head.

A bright red Gorilla Motorcycle sped along the wide street like a red lightning bolt.

The rider showed no intention of slowing down until he was less than ten meters away from Sulong, at which point he suddenly slammed on the front brakes.

The motorcycle's rear wheels lifted high, accompanied by the screeching sound of tires, and the entire motorcycle completed an extremely beautiful drift on the asphalt road, coming to a steady stop in front of Su Long.

A blast of scorching air shot out of the exhaust pipe.

The rider braced himself with his long legs, stabilized the vehicle, then ripped off his helmet and tossed his dazzling blond hair.

It was Dania.

Today she was wearing a bright red, tight-fitting sportswear outfit, with the zipper only pulled up to her chest, revealing a black sports bra underneath.

The taut fabric perfectly accentuated her tall and powerful figure, and her fair skin shone with a healthy glow in the morning light.

"Su! How long have you been here?" Dania hung her helmet on the handlebars and casually looked Su Long up and down. "I'm not late, am I?"

"Great timing, just got off the bike too." Su Long put his phone back in his pocket, looking at the cool Ducati: "Not bad driving skills."

Dania raised an eyebrow smugly upon hearing the praise.

She stepped off the motorcycle, strode over to Su Long, and habitually patted him hard on the shoulder with a force that was far too strong, behaving exactly like she would treat a close brother.

"You've come at the perfect time! I'm telling you, my private residence is finally finished."

Dania's eyes sparkled, her voice brimming with barely concealed excitement: "Two weeks ago, I spent a small sum of money to pick a good spot in the park and build a small house!"

She patted the back seat of the motorcycle, gesturing for Su Long to get on: "Come on! I'll show you around my new territory!"

Surong watched as Dania patted the back seat, then straddled the bright red Ducati with her long legs.

The car body suddenly sank under his weight.

Dania turned around, her bright blue eyes brimming with excitement: "Hold on tight! My vehicle just had a complete overhaul; it's a veritable wild beast now!"

With that, she slammed the helmet on her head.

Su Long naturally stretched out his arms and wrapped them around that explosively powerful waist from behind.

Through the thin fabric of the tight-fitting sportswear, the real tactile sensation was directly transmitted to the palm. It was fine, but not the kind of skinny, untrained look; rather, it was the feel of extremely firm and resilient muscles.

As Dania pushed off the motorcycle with her legs, Sulong could clearly feel the tension in her core abdominal muscles.

This feel made Su Long subconsciously make comparisons in his mind.

He hadn't hugged many women by the waist, but Hannah was one of them.

Hannah's waist is much more flexible than that.

Normally, she's dressed in a full-body nun's habit, so it's not noticeable. But on certain nights, especially when the two of them are "making pizza," if you press on her with a little force, her soft flesh will collapse and feel as smooth and gentle as water, completely at your mercy.

But Dania is completely different.

The explosive power hidden in her waist is like the tail of a little tiger, full of strength and untamed wildness.

"boom""

The Ducati's exhaust pipes roared wildly, and a powerful surge of acceleration suddenly came over us.

Su Long tightened his arms and pressed his body against Su Long's.

The motorcycle sped directly into the driveway inside the Seattle Zoo.

The cold morning wind whistled in my ears, and the trees on both sides of the road were left flying behind.

Dania's driving style was as rough and direct as she was. On several consecutive sharp turns, the car almost hugged the ground as it bent, and the wide tires screeched as they rubbed against the asphalt, leaving behind black tire marks.

Three minutes later, the Ducati screeched to a halt in a secluded corner deep inside the zoo.

Su Long let go and got off the motorcycle.

He looked up and surveyed the new territory before him.

This is a two-story building with a very rugged appearance, located in a rather special location.

On both sides of the small building are sturdy security fences several meters high with high-voltage electric grids on top.

It's like a wedge directly embedded at the junction of two giant ecological parks, tightly surrounded by dense vegetation and barbed wire.

"For the Yurievich family's wealth, this place, which is less than 300 square meters, is far too modest," Su Long commented after glancing at the small building in front of him.

"I don't like those glittering family mansions; they're too stuffy and have too many rules." Dania hung her helmet on the handlebars, took out her keys, and walked towards the gate. "Besides, compared to the shabby ticket hall I used to live in, this place is heaven!"

With a heavy metallic scraping sound, the roller shutter door on the ground floor of the small building was pushed open.

There is no traditional entryway or living room; what Su Long sees is an extremely open space.

The ground is made of pure cement, giving it a rough industrial feel.

Several rows of heavy-duty metal shelves lined the wall, densely packed with wrenches and pneumatic tools of various sizes.

Welding machines, and some high-performance locomotive modification parts that emit a strong smell of engine oil.

In the center of the room, there was even a small hydraulic lift, with several hand towels covered in black oil stains scattered around it.

This doesn't look like the residence of a gangster's daughter at all; it's more like a hardcore motorcycle modification workshop.

Suron followed Dania through the industrial workshop filled with the smell of machine oil and metal.

Dania casually tossed a coat onto the toolbox and pointed to the stairs ahead: "The real show is on the second floor, follow me."

The two walked up the stairs, pushed open a soundproof door at the end, and entered the core area of ​​the building—the bedroom.

The bedroom's decor has finally returned to normal living standards, with a large double bed, a soft carpet, and a separate bathroom.

But this is by no means an ordinary room.

As soon as Su Long entered, his gaze was immediately drawn to the walls on both sides of the room.

This cannot be called a wall at all.

On the left and right sides of the bedroom, there is a huge, seamless, three-meter-high bulletproof glass floor-to-ceiling window.

Su Long walked to the floor-to-ceiling window on the left.

Outside the glass is a lush vegetation simulating a rainforest ecosystem, with morning light filtering through the tree canopy and scattering onto the soil covered with fallen leaves.

A slender adult leopard nimbly leaped down from a thick crossbeam, its mottled fur disappearing in the light and shadow. It turned its head, its golden vertical pupils staring intently at Su Long in the room through the glass.

Su Long withdrew his gaze, turned around, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window on the right.

The view here is more open; it's a park with artificial hills and ponds.

A massive Siberian tiger is lying on a huge rock by the pool.

It seemed to sense the movement inside, lazily flicked its thick tail, opened its blood-red mouth and yawned, revealing sharp fangs, exuding a powerful aura.

"Good heavens—" Surong looked at the two fierce neighbors on either side, then turned to Dania standing by the bed: "Others get a sea view room or a mountain view room, and you just built yourself a tiger and leopard room?"

Dania walked to the French windows and tapped on the glass twice.

Hearing the noise, the tiger outside lazily poked its big head in and rubbed against the glass.

"What a great effect! I had this specially renovated. Every morning when I open my eyes, I can see them and fall asleep to the sound of them eating and chewing bones. Isn't that much better than those boring white noises for helping me sleep?"

"It really helps with sleep —"

Su Long's lips twitched.

This extremely wild aesthetic is indeed very much in line with Dania, an exorcist who has made a bizarre contract with a B-grade tiger.

Dania walked to the bedside table, opened the drawer, and took out a peach wood box with brass clasps.

She turned around and handed the box to Su Long.

"Let's get down to business. This is the reward for this escort mission. Take a look."

Su Long took the peach wood box and felt that it was quite heavy.

With a flick of his thumb, the brass latch popped open with a crisp "snap," revealing the wooden box lid.

Three silver coins, gleaming with a dark luster, lay quietly on the deep red velvet lining.

Su Long raised an eyebrow slightly: "I remember, the price we agreed on before was one mithril coin for each escort mission?"

Dania waved her hand dismissively, walked over to a single sofa, sat down, and crossed her long legs.

"One thing at a time — the initial agreement was because we thought it was just an ordinary C-level bizarre contractor assassination operation."

She dropped her casual smile and her tone became serious.

"But what is the actual situation? As you know, this mission involves too many aspects and has required too much of your effort."

Dania looked directly into Suron's eyes.

"The Yurievich family never lets its friends suffer losses. If you put in extra effort, you should naturally receive extra compensation. This is our family's rule and custom."

Looking at Dania's frank and straightforward demeanor, Su Long knew that the bold and uninhibited spirit of the Russian mafia had resurfaced in this woman's bones.

"Okay." Su Long didn't refuse again, closed the lid of the peach wood box, and casually put it into his coat pocket.

This windfall came at just the right time, since he was actually more lacking in mithril coins than in the more precious soul crystals.

Dania's gaze fell on Su Long, and the wildness she had shown during the car chase subsided, replaced by a serious expression as if she were discussing business.

"Speaking of which, there's been some progress regarding the cathedral you asked me to visit before."

Suron pulled up a chair and sat down. "Over at the cathedral?"

"Yes." Dania nodded. "My legal team just sent a message. Hannah's brother, Damian West, has finalized his travel plans. He will be returning home in four days."

Dania paused for a moment, then continued to explain the details: "The procedures at Yale University have all been arranged. The church really paid a price this time; they used their connections at the top of the Federal Education Bureau to completely erase Damian's academic records."

"The Wynn Club's spies stationed around the campus didn't even realize that Damian had been secretly moved to a safe house. They bought twenty different plane tickets at different times to confuse the Wynn Club's surveillance."

"Next—we're just waiting for the special plane to take off."

Su Long quickly went through the timeline in his mind.

Four days later, the schedule was very tight, leaving no room for delays.

"However, the legal team specifically asked me to remind you," Dania leaned forward, looking at Suron, "You'd better go to the airport yourself that day and be prepared for a confrontation. Wynn's influence in Seattle is quite strong, and they will absolutely go crazy once they find out that someone is missing."

"The journey after the chartered plane lands may not be safe."

She shrugged, a hint of teasing in her voice: "Besides, those charlatans said they couldn't get in touch with you at all these past two days, they were as anxious as ants on a hot pan, so they could only pass the message to me."

Su Long smiled.

In the past two days, he first fought Baphomet head-on in the Otherworld, and then spent the whole night in Stella's underground archives, without receiving any news at all.

"I'll be there to pick them up on time." Su Long leaned back in his chair, then changed the subject: "Have you kept all the promises made to the cathedral?"

"Everything was done perfectly, not a penny less." Dania burst out laughing, her tone full of schadenfreude.

She stood up, walked to the small refrigerator next to her, took out two cans of chilled beer, and tossed one to Su Long: "Our family's legal team is no pushover. The 50 million performance bond has been fully deposited into the Northern Trust's escrow account."

"The $10 million term universal life insurance policy also officially took effect half an hour ago."

"As for the additional conditions you mentioned, that priest named Virgil has already been stripped of his priesthood by the church and kicked out of the cathedral. This morning, the front pages of all the major newspapers also published the Seattle Diocese's public apology. They've really lost all face and dignity this time."

Su Long pried open the can with one hand, tilted his head back, and took a sip.

The cool liquid slid down my throat, clearing my mind.

"These charlatans have handed over their lifeline, so they'll have to be very careful around you from now on." Dania leaned against the refrigerator door, laughing heartily.

The two chatted casually in the room about their upcoming plans.

Just then, a sudden cell phone ring broke the silence in the room.

Su Long took out his phone and glanced at the screen.

The caller ID showed Elena.

At the same time, Dania's phone, which was on the bedside table, also started vibrating violently, its shrill ringtone echoing throughout the spacious bedroom.

The two exchanged a glance and both sensed that something was amiss.

Dania put down her beer can and quickly walked over to pick up her phone.

She glanced at the screen, her relaxed expression vanished instantly, her brows furrowed slightly, and she turned to walk to the other side of the floor-to-ceiling window to answer the phone.

Su Long pressed the answer button and held the phone to his ear.

"Suron, where are you now?" Elena's voice immediately came through the receiver.

She spoke extremely fast, completely lacking her usual composure.

The background noise was filled with piercing alarms, the roar of helicopter rotors, and the screeching of tires screeching as heavy vehicles braked suddenly.

This is definitely not the kind of noise you'd expect in a intensive care unit at Harbourview Medical Centre.

"I've got some errands to run outside." Su Long immediately dropped his casual attitude and asked directly, "What happened? You should still be in the hospital bed right now."

The crisp sound of a metal magazine being loaded came from the other end of the phone.

"I've been discharged from the hospital against my will," Elena said, her voice unusually urgent. "A major and bizarre attack has occurred at the IRS, and the situation is completely out of control."

"The Bureau of Paranormal Responsiveness has activated its highest-level red response, issuing a mandatory recall to all registered exorcists in Seattle. The entire city's supernatural forces have been mobilized—we need your support."

Su Long's eye twitched.

He had only been back from the underworld battlefield at Rattlesnake Lake for a few hours.

The military dropped two tactical bombs, turning the 50-meter-tall black goat calf into ashes.

Just as dawn broke, another major case broke out in the city that required the support of all the exorcists in the city.

And the place where the incident happened was actually the IRS.

Sulong's brain was working at lightning speed.

He had just seen the relevant theoretical deductions in the ancient books in the archives last night.

The IRS, a violent agency that controls the wealth of all American citizens, witnesses daily scenes of families being torn apart and lives lost due to bankruptcy, tax audits, and violent debt collection.

This place is a melting pot of greed, resentment, and despair, a veritable powder keg of negative spirituality.

Once this place is blown up, the monsters that emerge from it will definitely be extraordinary.

"How serious is it?" Su Long asked in a deep voice.

"Extremely deadly." Elena quickly reported the situation to the police. "The IRS headquarters building has been completely sealed off by some high-level rule, forming a closed contaminated area. Hundreds of government employees are trapped inside."

"The two advance teams that the authorities sent in immediately were wiped out inside, unable to even send out a distress signal. The outer perimeter is now under the complete control of the National Guard, and we need top-tier combat power to break through that breach."

"Okay, I'll be right there."

Without saying a word, Su Long hung up the phone.

Such high-level emergencies are often accompanied by extremely high risks, but they also mean a massive amount of experience points and high-level, bizarre debris.

He has just completed a comprehensive upgrade of his attributes, resulting in a qualitative leap in his strength. He now needs a high-intensity real battle to test the power of those four-star attributes.

He turned his head and saw that Dania had also pressed the hang-up button.

Her expression had completely lost its previous ease; her brows were now tightly furrowed.

She casually tossed her phone onto the large double bed and strode to the metal storage cabinet against the wall.

With a loud bang, the cabinet door was suddenly pulled open.

Dania pulled out a tactical vest with thick bulletproof inserts and quickly put it on.

"Damn it, they can't even let people have a peaceful morning."

She fastened the metal buckles on her tactical vest while turning to look at Sulong.

"The Weird Support Bureau bypassed all the middlemen and issued an emergency commission to our organization. They specifically requested my organization to participate in the forced eradication mission and offered a three-fold premium."

"These officials are definitely desperate."

"The IRS?" Su Long asked, uttering the three words as he watched her movements.

Dania paused for a moment while fastening the buckle.

She looked up, a hint of surprise in her blue eyes: "How did you know?"

"I also received the notification to go there," Surong said, walking to the door and picking up his coat from the chair. "It seems this matter is more serious than I imagined. Let's go, let's set off together."

Dania deftly pulled a menacing-looking heavy-duty machete from the wall and secured it to her lower back with a hanging ring.

"What on earth has caused this mess that has made the Weird Support Bureau go crazy and call people everywhere?"

Dania chuckled and strode toward the door.

"I want to see what kind of monster those money-grubbing vampires in the IRS can raise."

The two left the bedroom one after the other and quickly walked down the stairs to the modification workshop.

The ground floor roller shutter was pushed open again, and Seattle was still shrouded in a thin layer of fog in the early morning.