People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 201 The Unusual Village

A gentle breeze in early summer carries the scent of earth.

Suren lay on a rocking chair in the backyard, took a bite of her sausage pizza, and let the sunlight shine on her.

After finishing breakfast, Sydney and the others excitedly dragged Liz out shopping together.

They wanted to invite Suren to go with them, but she resolutely refused.

Just accompanying Carrie and Patty shopping was already painful enough; three women make a drama, and he didn't want to get involved in those trivial conversations about clothes and cosmetics.

Not far away, the old director Arthur, wearing an old straw hat, squatted by the flower bed, intently tending to his few plants.

A moment later, Arthur put down the kettle, took off his straw hat to fan himself, rubbed his aching lower back, and said with a wry smile, "These old bones of mine can't take even the slightest bend."

Suren swallowed the pizza in her mouth: "When you get older, you should do less work and enjoy life."

Arthur smiled helplessly and walked to the water pipe to wash the dirt off his hands.

Then he moved a small stool over and sat down next to Suren.

"With the proceeds from those sales, I ordered a new server system for Charlie and got Anjou a better field vehicle."

Cars, and some more —

Arthur wiped his hands and began to report on the department's financial expenditures.

"stop."

Suren interrupted him, "This is your own internal affairs, you don't need to tell me."

Arthur paused, draped the towel over his knees, and changed the subject: "So what do you think of Sydney?"

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Suren glanced at him; the other party had suddenly brought this up, clearly not to cosplay as the Matchmaker or Cupid.

"What? You want to recruit her into the Extraordinary Abilities Bureau?"

Old Arthur nodded, a hint of hesitation flashing across his wrinkled face: "I do have this idea, and now that the Extraordinary Affairs Bureau has funding, it's time to bring in some external personnel."

He sighed and continued, "But she's too young, she hasn't even graduated from university yet. Although the Supernatural Agency doesn't have any major cases, dealing with those supernatural things is never very safe."

Upon hearing this, Suren suddenly retorted, "Now that she's already involved in all this mess, isn't it a bit too late to talk about danger now?"

Sydney was willing to venture into an abandoned hospital all by herself for her sister Emily's sake, which clearly shows her great curiosity about this area.

"Even if you reject her because it's too dangerous, it doesn't mean she'll obediently listen to you and not investigate these things."

Old Arthur opened his mouth as if to refute, but ultimately fell silent.

He had only considered the other person's safety, but overlooked the girl's innate curiosity and persistence.

Only after Su Lun's prompting did he realize what was happening.

Judging from the girl's personality these past few days, it might really be as Suren said.

Even if I shut her out, she will still secretly investigate this matter on her own.

At that time, without the intelligence support of the Extraordinary Bureau and the care of Suren, he would most likely die a violent death.

I was just imposing my idea of ​​"doing what's best for her" on her.

Having figured this out, he nodded solemnly: "I understand."

He looked at Suren, his expression turning serious, before revealing his purpose for the day: "Mr. Suren, actually—none of us in the Extraordinary Affairs Department want to be just a useless organization hiding behind the scenes, taking money and doing things. We hope to truly help you and solve some of your problems."

"Whether it's finding a person or locating an item, just ask, and we can do it."

After hearing this, Suren pondered for a moment.

His most important task now is to create his own magical artifact, which can no longer be delayed.

The Thunder Sword [Alastor] was completely damaged, and he only managed to find the fragments after digging around in the ruins of the manor for half a day in the middle of the night.

Even the [Shura Blade] suffered significant damage in the battle.

"Do you know anything about the angels?"

Suren asked.

Upon hearing this, old Arthur straightened his back slightly, a confident look appearing on his face: "Finding angels, that's our specialty."

Seeing that he had suddenly perked up, Suren raised an eyebrow: "Oh?"

"In recent years, we have frequently received private commissions from Mr. Rodin to help us search for traces of angels."

Arthur explained, "Mr. Rodin pays a generous reward for each angel whose exact location is found."

"For the Extraordinary Ones Agency, which had lost its funding, this was an important source of income to keep it running. Over time, we simply shifted the department's entire investigative focus to Angels."

After listening, Su Lun pondered for a moment and finally understood Rodin's intention.

No wonder this black man recommended the Extraordinary Agency to himself.

He clearly wanted me to use the information from the Extraordinary Agency to kill more angels for him and work for him.

Just how much did this fallen angel hate his former colleagues?

After they finished talking, the two got up, left the backyard, and went to Charlie's room.

They knocked and pushed open the door; the room was still dimly lit.

But the facilities inside have been completely renovated.

The worktable in front of Charlie had been replaced with brand new screens, and each screen was equipped with a screen light on top.

To his left, a large central control screen was set up, displaying surveillance data from the Washington area and the vicinity of the Special Agents' community.

Clearly, Arthur had already planned how to use these funds, and he was also aware of Charlie's influence within the current Supernatural Affairs Bureau.

The importance of this.

Charlie sat in his wheelchair, typing on the keyboard, occasionally tearing open a bag of spicy strips and stuffing it into his mouth.

The main screen displays some scrolling code, while the secondary screen next to it plays an old-fashioned science fiction drama.

"How's the USB drive?"

Suren walked up behind Charlie and asked.

Charlie pressed the spacebar and said, "The encryption algorithm of this thing is quite advanced, but it has many logical loopholes. It seems to be just a layer of protection set up to prevent laymen from using it."

He pointed to the progress bar on the screen: "I've found a breakthrough in the data interface. I should be able to copy all the data out in the next day or two."

"No rush, take your time."

Suren nodded.

Arthur stepped forward and patted Charlie on the shoulder: "Pull up our internal map of angels and show it to Mr. Suren."

Charlie nodded and tapped the screen.

On the large screen next to it, the map of Washington was replaced by a larger map of the United States.

Against a black background, more than a dozen small points of light, emitting a golden glow, appeared.

He turned around and pointed to the glowing dots on the screen, explaining, "These are the targets we've been investigating recently for suspected angels. A week ago, in Texas—"

"It's too far."

Suren interrupted Charlie, saying that killing an angel was nothing to him, as he had no deep-seated hatred for angels and there was no need to go so far.

"Aren't there any near Washington?"

"Near Washington—Mr. Rodin may have dealt with all the angels."

As Charlie spoke, he scrolled the mouse to zoom in on the map, pointing to an isolated island not far from the coastline on the edge of the Washington area.

"However, recently, some gospel about angels has been circulating in this village called Crockett Island."

"For example, a girl who had been paralyzed for many years suddenly stood up from her wheelchair after being blessed by a priest —"

As he said this, Charlie leaned forward slightly in his wheelchair, a hint of undisguised envy flashing in his eyes.

"But at present there is only some fragmented information, and we don't know whether it's true or false. It's also possible that some other demon is forging a miracle."

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