People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 210 USB Flash Drive

Inside the granary, the green magic circle gradually dimmed, and Constantine, pale-faced, wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The purification ritual has finally ended.

"Cough cough cough!"

The once quiet granary was suddenly filled with coughing.

Several elderly people clutched their chests in pain, coughing up a mouthful of blood, their rosy complexions gradually turning ashen.

The girl who had been walking briskly in the yard suddenly fell to the ground, her legs trembling uncontrollably.

She struggled to her feet, but her legs had lost most of their strength, and she could only lean against the railing to catch her breath.

Although it's not as good as before, it's still much better than being stuck in a wheelchair forever.

"You—you demons!"

"Give us back the miracle!"

The islanders, regaining their senses, cursed angrily, showing no gratitude for having their lives spared.

Looking at their weakened and exhausted bodies, they could not accept the fact that the gospel had been taken away.

Anger and resentment spread through the granary. Several strong islanders, their eyes bloodshot, picked up sticks from the ground and began cursing.

Approaching Constantine.

"Cough cough."

Suren, who was standing to the side, coughed twice, which drowned out the voices of the others in the granary and attracted their attention.

Upon seeing Suren beside him, the islanders at the front paused in their tracks.

They still haven't forgotten the horrific scene of Suren crushing the nun's head and tearing apart the angel's wings with one hand that night.

"Clang!"

Anger ultimately couldn't overcome the fear of death; the stick they had raised fell to the ground, and they could only watch helplessly as Constantine packed his things and calmly left.

As we boarded the ferry leaving Crockett Island, the evening breeze was blowing.

Suren leaned against the railing, took out her phone, dialed Angie's number, gave her a brief explanation, and prepared to return home.

Just a few days ago, Anjou sent me a message saying that Charlie had cracked the USB drive.

However, the file format inside is very special, and the phone cannot open it. I can only wait until I go back today to view it on my computer.

After hanging up the phone, Suren turned to look to the side. Constantine and Angela were standing at the stern of the boat, throwing breadcrumbs into the sea to feed the seagulls.

"After we get off the ship, I'll introduce you to a place."

Suren walked over and said, "An official department that deals specifically with these kinds of things."

Constantine exhaled a puff of smoke, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes: "An official department? I've been in this business for so long, how come I've never heard of it?"

Suren glanced at him.

When the Supernatural Agency was at its peak, Constantine must have just been born, right?

An hour later, the ship slowly docked.

As soon as Suren stepped off the deck, he saw Anjou standing in the crowd at the port.

"Mr. Suren, over here!"

Anjou quickly came forward, first offering a respectful greeting, then her gaze fell on Constantine and Angela.

"Hello, I'm Anjou, a field agent from the Federal Extraordinary Intervention Agency."

Angie extended her hand warmly.

"Mr. Suren had already mentioned the two of you to me on the phone before."

Constantine took a drag of his cigarette, sized up the young man in the suit, and nodded slightly: "Constantine."

Angela stepped forward and showed her identification: "Angela Dawson, Detective of the Los Santos Police Department."

"A detective?"

Anqiong paused for a moment, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

He never expected that there would be female police officers with official positions in this line of work.

However, Anjou quickly realized what was happening and took Constantine's luggage.

"Please get in the car. The director has already booked a hotel for you in the city."

Suren sat in the passenger seat and watched as Anjou skillfully stuffed the luggage into the trunk.

It's good to have money.

Back when he first met these people, they were so poor they couldn't even afford a hotel to stay in. They were treated like this, having a meal at a hotel on their very first meeting.

Even though it's all my own money that's being spent.

After dinner, the group's relationship improved considerably, and they exchanged contact information.

Suren took out a thick envelope and handed it to Constantine.

"This is payment, along with everything that happened in the past."

Constantine did not answer immediately.

He looked at Constantine, who seemed somewhat suspicious, and sighed with feigned distress, "That look in your eyes disappoints me greatly. We've been working together for so long, do you really think I'm the kind of person who's stingy?"

Constantine sneered, "Haven't you tricked me enough times already?"

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Suren gave an awkward smile and patted Constantine on the shoulder: "Take Angela around Washington for the next few days to relax. All the expenses are on me."

Back then, conditions were poor, and the only way to get help was by making empty promises.

Now that I have more money, I naturally have to make up for it.

Moreover, once the spoils brought from Armitage's house in Silent Hill are sold, there will be no need to worry about money anymore, and some old debts can be settled at the same time.

Speaking of which, who do I owe money to?

Constantine glanced at him, said nothing more, and put the envelope into his coat pocket.

After settling the two in, Suren and Anjou drove back to the Extraordinary Bureau.

As soon as I entered, I saw Sydney organizing documents in the living room.

Sydney already knew that she was able to join the Extraordinary Ones thanks to Suren's suggestion.

When she saw Suren enter, she immediately put down what she was doing and bowed respectfully.

Liz, who was on the other side of the living room, saw Suren and instinctively stood up, calling out awkwardly, "Mr. Suren."

Suren nodded to them, took the water glass from Sydney, and went straight upstairs.

"Suren, you're finally back! I didn't look at the contents of the USB drive. Should I leave?"

When Charlie saw him return, he immediately asked.

Suren shook her head: "You can open it now, and while you're at it, call the director and Angie in to take a look together."

Once everyone had arrived, Charlie typed a few words on the keyboard.

A folder window immediately popped up on the big screen.

There wasn't much inside, just three documents: Basic Research, Consciousness Transcribing, and the Walrid Project.

Among the documents related to the Valrid Project, there was a blood-red skull.

Let's look at them one by one.

"That's what Suren said."

Charlie nodded and opened the first file.

A large number of complex design blueprints and biological weapons immediately appeared on the screen.

A deformed body, spliced ​​organs —

There were monsters he had seen before, and even more monsters that had never appeared before.

"The second one."

Suren gestured for Charlie to continue.

Charlie moved the mouse, and the consciousness transcription file was opened.

What comes into view is a series of brain scans and experimental data.

Suren's gaze swept across the screen one by one.

The core of this document is based on a concept of consciousness transfer proposed by the "brain transplant" experiment.

By connecting the consciousness of multiple human brains through some means, they can share consciousness, memories, and emotions, thus forming a huge complex consciousness entity.

Finally, these brains are implanted into the demon's body in an attempt to use this composite consciousness to cover up the demon's original consciousness and turn it into a controllable entity.

However, the experiment ultimately failed for unknown reasons, and the plan was temporarily shelved.

"continue."

"That's what Suren said."

Charlie swallowed hard and moved the mouse to the last file with a blood-red skull.

The first thing that pops up in the document is an introduction to Walrid.

[An energy creation born from extreme fear and pain.]

Next is a photo taken from the front.

The people in the photo are expressionless, their bloodshot eyes filled with only numbness.

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