The night has completely invaded the city, with boundless darkness surrounding the city, and brilliant light emanating from various classic buildings.
In an unfinished building near Washington Park on the South Side of Chicago, a faint light came from a dark, airtight room, but no figure or sound emerged.
Somewhat strange.
Just like the deep-sea arowana at a depth of 1,500 meters, it is opening its huge mouth with intertwined sharp teeth and luring prey with a light-emitting device under its jaw that looks like a fishing rod.
"Boom!"
A weak knock on the door echoed in the deserted and silent corridor. With a "squeak", the old and peeling paint door was pushed open through a very narrow gap, and a black figure nimbly slipped in.
"You are late."
The voice was so low and hoarse that it was almost impossible to hear the timbre.
The man wearing a wide hood sat in front of a square table in a small room. A small oil lamp beside the table gave off a huge flame.
"I was afraid that there was a tail behind me, so I took a long detour."
Leno stretched out his index finger and pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses slightly.
He glanced around the small room and answered in a low voice.
In addition to the man sitting in front of him, there were the same two people wearing large black cloaks leaning in the shadow of the corner, as if they were about to turn into ghosts and disappear at any time.
Such weird costumes are hard to see in modern cities, more like the Death Eaters in JK Rowling's novels.
"How much goods did you bring this time?"
Facing the swaying light of the lights, Leno directly found an empty bench and sat down. His blond hair was all combed back, making him look like a lion with all its hair, giving him the majesty of a king.
Only mixed-race people can talk to these weird guys on an equal footing and have the confidence to question these people.
Leno had opened his spiritual vision very early and had awakened the spirit of speech. Naturally, he also knew what it meant to have dragon blood flowing in his body.
This was one of the reasons why he left France to work abroad since he was a child. As for the manager of Dormam Foreign Trade Company in Chicago, it was just one of the legal identities he forged for himself.
"There are a total of thirty-two special medicines, and they are all here."
The cloaked man sitting in front of him stood up and took out a black leather-wrapped portable password box from the corner under the table. The silver spring lock opened with a crisp "click" after entering the password, and the densely packed and colorful glass crystal test tubes were silent.
Lying in a pure white groove.
Lenno's passionate gaze almost penetrated the glass lens and turned into substance and stuck to the potion. The slightly rippling milky white bubbles made it look like a cocktail being prepared in a bar.
Charming and seductive, the man's thick Adam's apple can't help but tremble.
He stretched out his hand to take the box of evolution medicine, but was pinned down by a pale hand stretched out from under his cloak.
"Have all the buyers been contacted?"
The man whose entire face was hidden under the hood suddenly raised his head, revealing a bloodless ordinary cheek. A long and narrow red line clung to his face like a winding snake, stretching from the sky to his chin, looking ferocious.
And ugly.
In this city, members of the renovamen organization must always be cautious when selling evolutionary drugs. The so-called three holes of cunning rabbits, they will never maintain long-term contact with an intermediary seller.
Leno also suddenly received the information that they needed to trade, and even the location of the transaction was waiting for notification.
"Of course, many buyers are waiting for this medicine to extend their lives."
A forced smile appeared on Leno's face, and he snatched the suitcase from the man's hand unceremoniously, just like a drug addict lying in the ghetto seeing drugs.
It seems that the propaganda effect of the renovamen organization among those buyers is very impressive, making those extremely wealthy buyers believe that this medicine can extend life.
In the small room lit by candlelight, the three men wearing wide hoods all showed mocking smiles under the shadows, looking at Lenno like a pitiful creature.
These wild hybrids have not yet realized that they are about to become sacrifices to the gods.
Become one of the white bones that pave the road to the new world.
"So, where's the money?"
The leading man with red snake tattoos stretched out his hand and directed his venomous gaze at the man with blond hair and white lining.
Although their original intention of selling special medicines is not for vulgar money, but to collect the physical changes of mixed-race people with thin blood after taking the medicine. However, no matter what time, cash can always provide convenience for them to perform tasks in modern society.
Moreover, doing so will not make those buyers doubt the characteristics and preciousness of this medicine. People are like this, the easier it is to get something, the easier it is to ignore it, and the harder it is to believe it.
"It will be transferred to the bank account you provided on time at 12 o'clock in the morning."
Lenore stood up, tightened the buttons on the chest of his suit, and then extended his palms in a gentlemanly manner.
“I wish you a happy cooperation in advance!”
He looked down at the ferocious-faced man and spoke elegantly.
The man in the black cloak also stretched out his palm and shook it slightly. For some reason, he always felt that a certain temperament displayed by this man seemed familiar.
"Dong dong."
Just when the two parties concluded the goods transaction, a dull knock on the door aroused the vigilance of everyone in the room.
"You even brought someone else here."
The man with the red snake pattern on his face quickly withdrew his hand, and his calm eyes suddenly became sharp, as if he wanted to see through the guy in front of him from beginning to end.
Lenno's expression also became alert, and he pressed his waist involuntarily.
"No, you know very well that I have always been a loner and will not share my profits with others."
Lenno spread his hands, as if you don't believe it.
"There's a situation! Go and open the door."
The man in the cloak lowered his voice to remind his companions, and at the same time said to Lenno in a commanding tone. His eyes were still as menacing as a scorpion.
Lenno turned around helplessly, grabbed the handle on the wooden door and opened it inward.
The three men in black cloaks behind him were all hiding in dark corners, like crouching poisonous snakes ready to strike a fatal blow at any time, their golden eyes glaring and fierce.
However, before Leno could turn the door handle, a young man's voice came through.
"I'm sorry to disturb your future cooperation."
He said softly, and the next second, the entire wooden door exploded into broken wood chips with a harsh roar. The slight moonlight shone in, and Leno's body, which was close to the door, also fell heavily into the distance with this huge force.
at.
While the hooded man was shocked, a young man wearing a black trench coat with a vertical collar simply grabbed his baseball bag and appeared directly in front of them.
Harsh and direct.
"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself, Commissioner of the Executive Board of Kassel College Headquarters."
The sudden appearance seemed to shock the three people in front of him, and this guy also had a gentlemanly style of being polite first and then fighting. He slowly took out the ID photo with the World Tree vine pattern from his breast pocket, and spoke in a relaxed tone as if he was going to
They asked to get into the prison car.
"Nine, you go deal with him."
The man with the little snake on his face had muscles bulging across his face, and he looked fierce.