People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 179 Armitage's Investigation

Suren dragged the entire town into Silent Hill.

All the puppets buried in the soil, hidden in people's homes, and even in the sewers were perceived by Suren.

Wires were wrapped around the bodies of these puppets and brought them to Suren's front.

"You've already died once, why are you still so afraid of dying?"

He looked at the densely packed puppets in mid-air, which resembled ginseng fruits on a ginseng fruit tree, and mocked them.

With a slight thought, the wires wrapped around the puppet tightened.

"Snap! Snap!"

Hundreds of puppets were instantly shredded into pieces by the wire.

"No!! My child!!"

Mary Shaw, hiding in the shadows, was enraged as she watched helplessly as the puppets she used to prolong her life were completely destroyed.

A scream pierced the fog, and Mary Shaw's transparent shadow floated in mid-air.

This time, even if Suren doesn't scream, she's going to tear this man's jaw apart and turn it into her most prized puppet!

However, before she could fully manifest her form...

Suren sneered, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

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A flash of purple light appeared behind him.

A ghostly hand shot out and grabbed Mary Shaw.

Suren gave the other party no chance to resist. A burst of magic power erupted from the ghost hand, turning into purple flames that enveloped the evil spirit.

"ah!!"

Mary Shaw struggled and screamed wildly in the flames, her fleeting figure quickly consumed by the magical flames.

Suren slowly withdrew his hand, looking at the desolate town, a flicker of emotion flashing in his eyes.

This was the last thing he did for McLean, even though he received no payment.

"Country roads, take me home...Zi Zi Yi"

Outside the town, a taxi driver was humming along to an old song on the car radio, swaying his body in the driver's seat to the beat of the music.

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The piercing crackling of electricity shattered his rapture.

"Damn it, why did the signal suddenly drop?"

He tapped on the central control screen, then subconsciously turned to look at the small town beside him, his face stiffening.

The town, which had been shrouded in dark clouds, was now dilapidated and looked as if it had lost all its color.

A thick fog enveloped the town, through which one could see some distorted human figures.

"SHIT!"

The driver's scalp tingled, and he cursed in terror, frantically turning the key.

"Click—click-click"

My car, which I regularly maintain, is now like a dead car; it won't start no matter how I try.

"Zzzzzzz—!!"

The electrical noise grew louder and louder. The driver felt something approaching him and, sweating profusely, kept pounding on the steering wheel.

"FUCK! I'm going to replace this piece of junk sooner or later!"

"Knock knock!"

The car window was suddenly knocked on, and the driver jumped, turning his head sharply to look out the window.

He saw the young passenger from before standing outside the car window looking at him.

The driver glanced at him and then realized that the town behind him had returned to its previous lifeless state.

The thick fog and the eerie figure within it had vanished, as if it had all been his imagination.

"What's wrong with you?"

Suren looked at the pale-faced driver and knocked on the car window again.

"Damn it————"

The driver took a deep breath, rolled down the window, and asked, "What are you? What—what were you doing in there just now?"

"That small town suddenly looked like hell had descended upon it; it all turned dark!"

Upon hearing this, Suren turned around and glanced at the town behind her, commenting, "Perhaps you're mistaken? I just went in to pay my respects to an old friend."

Seeing that he looked normal, and glancing at the town that had returned to normal, the driver muttered a curse.

"Get in the car."

He grabbed a tissue to wipe the sweat from his neck, opened the car door, and said, "God is my witness, I will absolutely, ever set foot in that godforsaken place again!"

Suren sat in the back seat, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

Fortunately, the engine didn't have any problems this time, and the driver stepped on the gas, and the car quickly drove away from this ominous place.

The vehicle drove into a nearby city and stopped next to a bus station.

As soon as Suren got out of the car, her phone vibrated in her pocket.

I glanced at the caller ID; it was Morrison.

"Sulen, where are you now?"

Morrison's voice sounded somewhat tired.

"Just finished some personal business in Virginia. What's up?"

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"Surren asked."

"I have the results of what you asked me to look up. There's quite a lot of information about that family. Should I send it to your email directly?"

"Thanks, send me the bill later and I'll transfer the money to you."

Shortly after the call ended, my phone received an encrypted email.

Open the file, and the first page is a high-resolution candid photo.

The photo shows a middle-aged white man with a white beard.

The man was bald and wore black-rimmed glasses. Standing next to him was a woman with large, wavy hair.

The two were dressed casually, and it seems that the photo was taken secretly by a customer who came to the store.

Below the photo is a detailed introduction to the man and the forces behind him.

Dean Armitage: A renowned neurosurgeon.

Suren looked at the name and continued reading.

It must be said that the intelligence purchased with money was indeed detailed.

This document contains a lot of information.

The history of the Armitage family's rise to power, some of their businesses, and even some of their ancestral mysticism are all documented.

The document states that the Armitage family is a medical family passionate about philanthropy, owning the largest number and most prestigious private nursing homes, mental health research centers, and biotechnology companies in the United States.

They are known for treating psychological trauma, and have gathered a large number of marginalized people and those with mental illnesses.

Moreover, they have extensive connections in both political and business circles, and even among high-ranking officials. Many powerful and influential people with special needs are their high-end clients.

Suren flipped through the documents, recalling what had happened before.

Ada once said that the research facility beneath that mental hospital belonged to the Armitage family.

They not only researched brain transplants, but also assisted the evil sorcerer's group in implanting demonic cores into human brains, and even used humans to create things like Valrid.

In this light, the squad that attacked Patty must have been acting on the orders of this family.

After all, he destroyed many of the observation points that the other side had spent a lot of effort to establish.

After reading the entire report, Suren nodded repeatedly.

The information was very detailed, and the logic perfectly matched Ada's and his own guesses.

But soon, he discovered a problem.

The document, spanning dozens of pages, did not specify the exact location of this family.

The document concludes with only a vague location—

An area bordering Washington, D.C. and Virginia.

Finding this kind of information is like searching for a needle in a haystack, and there's even a chance that what you find will turn out to be false information.

Suren frowned and dialed Morrison's number again.

As soon as the call connected, Morrison spoke first: "I know what you want to ask, but this is the limit of what we can find out."

Morrison, on the other end of the phone, took a puff of his cigar and continued, "You know, the underground forces of these behemoths are usually far larger than we imagine."

"If you want to investigate, it's not impossible; there are too many desperate criminals out there. I just don't know if you can accept the price."

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Then, he paused for a moment before saying, "However, I suggest you go and take a look at Washington, D.C."

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"Many of their businesses and interests are inevitably connected to the bigwigs in Washington."

"You might gain something there."

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