People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 105 Witch

A night breeze blew by.

On the rooftop of a building hundreds of meters high, long, jet-black hair danced in the wind, growing along graceful curves, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a tight-fitting black leather jumpsuit, the exposed skin on her back gleaming in the moonlight.

The woman pushed up her black-rimmed glasses, and dozens of demons at her feet turned to ashes and were scattered by the wind.

She watched as the silver-haired man carried the exhausted and unconscious young man away, and her luscious red lips curved slightly upward.

"What a lovely little guy."

She licked her red lips, her high heels stepping on the edge of the rooftop, her figure transforming into countless black feathers, disappearing into the vast night.

"According to the latest report from this station, the disaster that occurred a few days ago at Ravenskolovt Psychiatric Hospital was a rare geological collapse event."

"Currently, the incident has resulted in one death and dozens of injuries of varying degrees. The relevant departments are still conducting further investigations into the specific circumstances."

"In addition, earthquakes have been detected in the suburbs, and residents are advised to minimize outdoor activities in the near future."

On the television, the host's pleasant voice drifted into my ears intermittently.

Suren felt her eyelids were heavy and her whole body ached.

He slowly opened his eyes.

What came into view was not an unfamiliar ceiling, but a familiar face.

"You're awake?!"

Patty's usually impeccably groomed face looked tired, and her blonde hair was disheveled.

Suren rubbed his slightly dizzy head and sat up.

It seems that Virgil took me directly back to the firm.

"How long have I been asleep?" he asked.

Upon hearing this, Patty suddenly straightened her face, looked at him seriously, and said, "Ten thousand years."

Suren paused, glanced at her, and said, "So you're still alive? That's a miracle."

"Bang!"

Patty punched Suren in the chest. "Get out of here! You're making me angry as soon as you wake up!"

Su Lun pretended to be in pain, clutching her chest. Just as she was about to retort, she was interrupted by the sound from the television.

"Breaking news!"

"Just last night, a military base on the East Coast was attacked by a mysterious man wielding a knife."

"This is the 16th serious attack against the military this week —"

The television was showing aerial footage taken by a helicopter.

The entire military base resembled a sliced ​​cake, with deep, seemingly bottomless cracks crisscrossing the smooth concrete surface.

In the upper right corner of the image, there is also a blurry black silhouette captured by surveillance cameras. Under the moonlight, the man's coat is fluttering and he is holding a katana.

Suren couldn't help but grin as he looked at the familiar figure.

Isn't that Virgil?

Based on the description, he thought it was some mysterious masked man.

However, how did this person, who has always only pursued power, end up clashing with the military?

"Stop looking, bro, he's avenging Patty."

A casual voice came from the left.

Suren turned her head and saw Dante lying in the chair with his legs propped up on the desk.

"When you were causing a scene at the mental hospital, a few henchmen came over to join in the fun, trying to kidnap this little girl."

Dante played with the coin in his hand, tossed it high into the air, and caught it steadily.

"If you hadn't pressed that damn communicator that night, you would have been in big trouble."

"Virgil's actions only represent his personal views."

"You should resolve this matter yourself as soon as possible. Don't always expect us old folks to clean up your messes."

"If Patty gets involved in this mess and gets hurt again, I won't hesitate to beat you up first."

Upon hearing this, the smile on Suren's face faded.

He looked at Patty again.

Patty met his gaze and forced a calm smile, saying, "What are you looking at? I'm perfectly fine, aren't I? Those guys didn't even touch the hem of my skirt before they were taken care of."

"

Suren looked at the girl's tired face without saying a word.

I was too careless.

He should have thought of this when he encountered those mechanical monsters attacking him in the suburbs last time.

Having repeatedly destroyed their painstakingly built base, the conflict between the two sides had long been irreconcilable.

When they can't control themselves, they take that resentment out on the people around them.

If I had stubbornly not pressed the communicator that night, or had pressed it a little later, the consequences would have been—

He dared not think about it anymore.

"I see.

After a moment, Suren said calmly.

Dante chuckled as he observed Suren's reaction, seemingly seeing through his thoughts.

"That's a more appropriate expression. You have to collect your own debts."

As he spoke, Dante casually picked up a wooden box from the table and threw it at him.

"There should be something you want inside."

Suren caught the wooden box.

Upon opening the box, half a spear lay inside, its tip stained with dried blood.

But if one focuses their mind, a faint golden light can be seen flowing within the bloodstains, as if they possess life.

The spear of fate.

This sacred artifact, after many twists and turns, finally came into his hands.

Beside the spear lay several pure white feathers.

Suren's heart skipped a beat.

This must be a feather that Dante accidentally cut off from Gabriel when he used the Iai Sprint technique with the [Enma Blade], and he didn't expect that Dante would pick it up.

"I knew you went through all that trouble for these things."

Dante chuckled. This brat who had followed him around since he was a child could see right through the other's little schemes.

"Where is Satan?"

Suren closed the wooden box and asked.

He remembers it very clearly.

Before he passed out, the Lord of Hell had already been blasted away by a punch from Dante, who had transformed into a demon.

Could it really become a magical artifact?

"I beat that fatso up and threw him back to hell."

Dante said, "If we really kill it, Hell will be in chaos for a while. All those little devils will come to Earth and cause trouble, and I'll have to work overtime. What a hassle."

Suren nodded and placed the wooden box aside.

With the Spear of Destiny as the main body, plus the various corpses and materials he had previously thrown into Silent Hill, he had a powerful weapon.

Should I ask Nicole to create a custom-made magic tool for me?

Although the Thunder Sword is useful, it is ultimately not one's own.

Dante stood up from his chair and stretched: "Alright, enough chit-chat, my stomach has been protesting for ages."

After saying that, he leisurely walked outside.

He paused at the door, turned back to look at Suren, and gave her a cryptic smile: "Oh, and remember to hand in the firm's electricity bill for this month."

"And I also owe money for meals over the next few months, remember to settle that too."

"Bang!"

The door was closed.

Before Suren could react, a fragrant aroma wafted over.

Patty suddenly threw herself into his arms, wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, and buried her face in his chest.

Suren froze, her hands hovering in mid-air, unsure of where to put them.

The two grew up together in the firm, and bickering and joking around were commonplace, but this kind of unguarded intimate contact was a first for them.

He could feel Patty's slightly trembling body and her warm, rapid breathing.

After a long while, Suren relaxed and gently patted Patty on the back.

"Don't be afraid, it's all over now."

Suren didn't know what to say, so she could only try to speak softly and comfort the other person.

"I will kill all of these guys."

Patty didn't say anything, she just hugged him tighter.

Outside the door, the sunlight on Red Tomb Avenue was just right.

Dante leaned against the wall, looked up at the sun in the sky, and smiled.

The warm sunlight shone on his weathered face, tinting the color of his slightly disheveled beard.

Hearing the young people talking inside the door, Dante put his hands in his pockets, turned around, and walked into the shadowy alley.