Generally speaking, the power of the demons is mostly related to flames, which is probably caused by the environment in which they live.
It is undoubtedly a foolish act to use flames to deal with demons, because the flame resistance of demons is generally too high to be crazy. But as the carrier of demon power, the half-demon in front of Merlin is not completely immune to the damage of flames.
He stood up from the flames of the explosion, his whole body was ignited, his body was shattered by the scattered fragments, and looked extremely miserable.
But the magic of darkness was rapidly filling his injuries, allowing him to persevere in this extreme pain.
Unfortunately, Merlin's weapon test has come to an end.
"Wow"
The moment this guy walked out of the flames, a dark smoke wrapped around his body, like a gust of wind blowing on his face. Merlin stuffed two things into the half-demon's broken body and then retreated at an extremely fast speed.
After 2 seconds
"boom"
The movement of the grenade explosion was no less than the grenade explosion just now. This time the explosion really shattered the half-demon body in front of him. This time, no matter how strong his recovery power was, he could not stand up.
The explosion of flames quickly dissipated and Merlin appeared.
He walked to the wreckage in front of him, and he squatted down and took out a blackened bone from the beating flames.
He could feel that there was a faint dark magic power in this bone, but what made Merlin feel was that although this dark magic power did exude the smell of the three palace demons, if you carefully distinguish it, it would not be difficult to find that this power was not pure.
It was not like the magic power in his body that was completely given by the Three Palace Demons, but more like a hand turned.
This magic power is filled with another aura.
"Bang"
The black bone was thrown back into the flames, and Merlin shook the ashes on his fingers. He frowned and walked towards the motorcycle rider's motorcycle, who searched in the motorcycle and finally found some insignias similar to the organizational logo. He held the things in his hand and sat back into the car.
Merlin drove out of the parking lot before the police arrived.
Merlin could probably guess that the guy he killed should not be the real half-demon that Constantine asked him to be careful about.
This guy should be the subordinate of the half-demon, or a follower.
It's like a cultist.
He was just a pawn sent to die, or fish bait, just to lure Merlin into the bait and expose himself. The real half-demon should still be hiding in the darkness, or even hiding nearby, peeking at Merlin’s battle with his followers to evaluate Merlin’s power and threat.
Only after the cunning half-demon figured out Merlin's background would it really take action.
This made Merlin feel threatened. After experiencing previous pursuits and escapes, he was once again regarded as prey.
But this time, Merlin will no longer escape.
"These photos, and names, search records."
The next morning, when Merlin finished his morning jog and returned home, Hitville was ready for work. Merlin handed over his camera disguised as a cigarette case to Hitville, pointed to the photos on the computer screen, and told Hitville the name of each photo.
He patted the intern agent on the shoulder and said to Hitville:
"Collection of their information and address in the database, and improve their personal profiles as much as possible. Can they be sorted out before tonight?"
"Well, yes, it's not difficult."
Hitville pushed his glasses, and his hands quickly typing on the keyboard. The young Indian man was obviously in his work state.
"Very good, then I won't bother you."
Merlin said goodbye to Hitville at work, and walked into the room, made a phone call, changed into casual clothes, put on a baseball cap and sunglasses, and walked out of the door.
More than ten minutes later, in a cafe in Hell's Kitchen, Merlin waited for his guests.
Tucker, a black guy who had met Merlin, walked into the cafe. He sat on the chair opposite Merlin with a flattering smile, and said:
"Boss Merlin, is there anything you have to do with me?"
"Just call me Merlin, Tucker, I'll come to you, there's something I want to ask for help."
Merlin ordered two cups of coffee and handed Tucker the badge he found from the motorcycle rider last night, saying:
"Last time you said, you are familiar with people in Hell's Kitchen. Have you seen this thing nearby?"
Tucker took the emblem in his hand, and just glanced at him, then nodded and said to Merlin:
"Of course I've seen it, this is the symbol of hell rabies."
"Hell Rabies? What is that?"
Merlin had never heard of this name, so Tucker explained to him:
"That was an ostensibly a fraternity of a group of long-distance drivers who were doing freight."
"The members inside are very diverse, they all like motorcycles and occasionally organize motorcycle parades, but in fact, they also do some illegal business. I heard that Hell Rabies controls an X-transfer channel from Mexico to New York. Twenty percent of the poison x in Manhattan are sent by them."
"Their base camp is in Hell's Kitchen, not far from Josie's Bar. When you walk there, you often see a group of people wearing motorcycle jackets gathering."
Tucker returned the badge to Merlin, and he said carefully:
"Hell Rabies are very powerful in Hell Kitchen. Since they broke the Irish gangs a few years ago, not many people have been willing to provoke them."
"Um."
Merlin nodded. The half-demon he met last night was also dressed as a motorcycle rider. He was very likely to be the person in this hell rabies.
Merlin thought about it and asked again:
"Are there any guys among the members of the Hell Rabies who are very cult-like? Sing the devil and hold a sacrifice or something."
"I haven't heard of this."
Tucker said to Merlin with a tangled expression:
"Merlin, you have also seen the situation in Hell's Kitchen. There are all kinds of people here, and more people who claim to worship the devil."
"However, I did hear some gossip. It is said that the boss of Hell Rabies is a very mysterious person. He will go to the base camp regularly to meet with members every month. On that day of the month, their base camp will close the door and not take on any business. It is true that some old people say that they may be cults, but there is no evidence."
The black guy shrugged and said to Merlin:
"Apart from that, there is nothing unusual about them. In recent years, Hell Rabies has been expanding in Hell's Kitchen, and many of my friends have joined in. After all, they have an official identity to cover up, and local police rarely cause trouble for them, so joining them is also a good choice."
"What about you? Tucker."
Merlin opened his dark perception and looked into Tucker's eyes and asked:
"Why don't you join them?"
"I don't like motorcycles. When I was a kid, I was almost beaten to death by a drunk motorcycle madman."
Tucker curled his lips and said with dissatisfaction:
"And the work done by hell rabies is very dangerous. People disappear every month. After all, x is a risky industry. I don't like to take risks, either."
“Is anyone missing every month?”
Merlin nodded thoughtfully, he ended the topic and said to Tucker:
"I want to buy some 'self-defense items' from you. Is there any more powerful thing?"
"have!"
When Tucker heard that there was a business, he immediately smiled and said to Merlin:
"I'll take you to my warehouse. If you're not satisfied, I can also contact Boss Yuri, who can even get second-hand land vehicles and tanks. Well, although that thing is not suitable to drive to Hell's Kitchen."
"Look, there! There is the base camp of Hell Rabies."
A few minutes later, Tucker drove his pickup truck and when he passed by a relatively remote street, he pointed to a building on the side of the road and said to Merlin:
"Look at their door, they are all motorcycles, and they are all high-end goods. Although I don't like motorcycle riders, I have to admit that these guys are really good."
"Oh, that's right."
Merlin looked back at the slightly old building. It should have been a warehouse, but now it has been converted into a place similar to a bar.
On the four-story walls, a fierce hunting dog logo with a flame surrounded by red oil paint was painted.
And as Tucker said, there are more than a dozen high-end motorcycles parked outside this warehouse, and they demonstrate their financial resources in this simple and crude way.
Yes, it's really good.
Merlin wrote down this position, and after sunglasses, a light flashed in his eyes.
He is very suspicious now. The half-demon that Constantine reminded him to be careful is probably the mysterious boss behind Hell Rabies. As for the Hell Rabies organization, it is also likely that the half-demon made something similar to a cult.
Like the guy who was sent to die last night, there should be some in this place.
"Speaking of it, Tucker, do you know a guy named Constantine?"
Merlin sat in the passenger seat and asked casually while sharing cigarettes with Tucker:
"Maybe he is a detective, wearing a yellow windbreaker and short golden hair, always with a decadent face, and speaking with a bit of a British accent."
"Well, let me think about it."
Tucker frowned while driving, and after a few minutes, he shook his head:
"No, I probably haven't seen it. But if you need it, Merlin, I can ask my friends to find you. They are familiar with other neighborhoods, but that's not free."
"Then go find it!"
Merlin, who holds the project funds, is now rich and powerful. He doesn't even ask about the price and entrusts the matter to Tucker.
The latter didn't care. Although Tucker was young, he had been hanging around in Hell's Kitchen since he was a child. What kind of thing he had never seen before?
It's just looking for someone, this is simply the easiest way to make money.
While the two of them talked, they came to Tucker's private warehouse. This place was on the edge of Hell's Kitchen. There were many containers piled up here on a small dock near the dock. Tucker's private warehouse was in one of them.
"Please come in, Merlin."
Tucker opened the heavy lock and made a "please" gesture to Merlin. The black local snake said proudly:
"Looking through the entire Hell Kitchen, you will definitely not find a place with more complete goods than me! Even in Brooklyn, someone came to me to buy things. Believe me, you will never be disappointed!"
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That night, Merlin drove the car outside the base camp of Hell Rabies Brotherhood.
He parked his car two blocks away, and then followed by the cover of night, and came to the building alone.
It was already midnight, but the camp was still crowded. It seemed that the hell rabies guys were preparing to have a party all night. Merlin walked around the back door and saw a drunk muscular man, a lady with a great figure in the dark.
The back door was so open that they seemed to be not worried that someone would sneak into their house.
Merlin did not disturb the man and the lady's tryst. With the cover of the shadow cloak, he easily entered the four-story building.
The interior of this building is like a genuine brotherhood, like a bar, the harsh music makes people's ears hurt. A group of muscular men are drinking and chatting, and call a group of ragged ladies to dance to cheer them up.
It's extremely decay!
Meilin despised these drunken guys, and he headed towards higher levels in the dark.
The second floor is an open place with many tools for repairing motorcycles, and several motorcycle riders are sitting here, renovating a cool black flat-shovel-head motorcycle.
There is also nothing Merlin wants to see here, no magical fluctuations or remnants.
He continued to move upwards, and the third floor was a layout similar to the dormitory. After Merlin entered here, he finally smelled a trace of impure dark magic, exactly the same as the motorcycle rider he killed.
Meilin spent a few minutes checking all the dozen dormitories, and he found the sleeping half-demon in several houses.
Or, the semi-demon of secondary conversion.
They are all ordinary people, and they are forced into dark magic power in special methods, and then they are imprisoned on the bed, enduring the pain of dark magic power invading their bodies.
Merlin has personally experienced the pain that is difficult for ordinary people to bear.
No wonder the half-demon he killed looked irrational, like a wild beast. Anyone would be tortured to go crazy when transformed in such an inhumane way.
Merlin knew that he guessed it right. The Hell Rabies Brotherhood was indeed a cult group formed by the "son" of the Three Palace Demons.
But Merlin still had a doubt in her heart, why did that half-demon transform so many defective products?
What is its purpose?
With this doubt, Merlin stepped onto the fourth floor stairs, and he focused all his energy on the maintenance cloak. He didn't know whether the half-demon was here and whether it could sense Merlin's existence.
Just as Merlin stepped onto the fourth floor and quietly penetrated into the luxurious living room along the open glass, the watch with the bp function on his wrist suddenly vibrated.
The sudden sound made Meilin stop and penetrate immediately, stopping the vibration of the watch.
The door that was closed in front of him was suddenly pushed open at this moment.
A fierce bald head with a naked face and a naked upper body poked out his head and looked at where Meilin was.
That's Morris, nicknamed Rabies!
The mysterious boss of Hell Rabies.
The moment he appeared, a strong violent aura that made people unable to breathe also came to his face. This was indeed a half-demon! A powerful half-demon! The real "son" of the Three Palace Demon, the son of the demon!
Chapter completed!