Chapter 774 Aaron: So, the archaeologists intuition is
Chapter 774 Aaron: So, the archaeologist’s instinct is to target the largest treasury?!
In the capital of hell, on the edge of the city, in the "slums"...
"Woman, you won't always win."
Mr. Hawke, who came to collect the rent, left a bag of head money.
besides……
A banknote that is special enough.
Why it's special.
It's because this piece of hell currency with a large face value does not come from human souls.
But the evil beasts of hell.
"But at least I won this time, and that's enough."
Laura picked up the revolver that had been dropped on the ground.
The last bullet hit Mr. Hawke's head as expected, and he fired it himself.
The winner of Russian roulette is Laura, and the opponent needs to pay the chip of his soul.
"One bullet is not enough to kill the devil."
"But the bet from the Devil King can force them to give up their souls."
"In Mephisto's eyes, I think our souls and the devil's soul are equivalent."
Laura's splay depicts gold filigree and infernal writing, as well as a series of zero bills.
The head of the evil beast is roaring.
However, it is no different from those souls imprisoned on gold coins.
only.
Is it because I am locked on this small piece of paper and the area I can move is slightly larger?!
"It's such a bad feeling."
Aaron threw away the weapon in his hand.
"I have always thought that treating all people equally is a good word, but if it is used as a joke on the soul, it is really pitiful."
Aaron saw the rules of the capital of hell.
Even if Mr. Hawke is extremely reluctant, once the gambling begins.
After Laura fired first, he no longer had the right to refuse.
And the winner.
You can harvest chips.
And the loser.
No matter who you are, you must give your soul, whether it is your own or someone else's.
Perhaps the only advantage of demons is that they always have some inventory of souls in their hands!
Right!
in stock?!
"You said this is also known as the Golden Capital, then..."
Aaron suddenly realized, he had a guess, and asked Laura.
"hehe."
Laura laughed.
She is a very cold-blooded woman, and it is not an exaggeration to describe her as handsome and unrestrained.
But it turns out that Laura is beautiful when she smiles.
"You and I want to be together again."
"Have you seen the tallest building in the center of the city?!"
Aaron looked along the position of Laura's finger.
Even on the edge of the city, you can climb all the way up to the dim sky.
High-rise buildings shining with colorful lights.
It may have 100 floors or 200 floors, or it may be a taller building according to common sense.
It was very far away, but it looked extremely clear.
The top.
The name of the Archdemon Asmodeus is marked on the top of the building.
"Asmodeus Tower, the highest point of the Hell Hotel, where all the losers' chips are!"
"The largest soul vault in the entire hell city!"
"Seizing him is equivalent to taking the wealth of the Devil King, are you excited?!"
"adventurer?!"
Laura's goal.
This woman doesn't know how long she has been in the capital of hell, but the adventurer's soul has already guided her way.
If you want to play, play big.
"ah?!"
"I, I mean, maybe we can find some solutions to the trouble through soul gold coins?!"
"To be precise...we are archaeologists, not thieves!"
Aaron spread his hands.
What's going on?!
He seemed to suddenly see a little snake. Hey, this is not the reaction an archaeologist should have.
However.
Faced with the temptation of antiquities and the devil's treasure, Laura is completely unable to control herself!
She also wants the secret of obtaining soul gold coins.
And now.
It looks like I have found a helper that I can talk to.
"Yeah?!"
"I agree with you, we are archaeologists, so we want to break into the devil's vault!"
"Maybe we need some other powerful firepower!"
…
Hell City, Inner City, Block 42.
Bang!
The sudden powerful gunfire and golden bullets brought huge impact.
Thus tearing apart the demon's body.
There is no need to care about the names of these natives of hell, because their souls are about to become the trophies of a murderer.
"You committed a foul!"
Tables, chairs and benches were overturned, and the streets began to become chaotic.
The horn on its head was half broken, and the lingering demon roared.
Kill!
Without any hesitation, he rushed in for the massacre!
"This is not a bet! This is a provocation!"
"Damn it!"
"You're going to pay the price, you bastard."
Same!
The few "lucky ones" who were not completely dead were also roaring.
They think.
This is the rule for provoking Lord Asmodeus and provoking the capital of hell.
even.
It is a foolish act to provoke the great devil king!
However.
In this regard, the uninvited guests who broke into Block 42 expressed different views.
"Everything follows the rules."
"I bet my life, and you bet your lives, everything is so fair!"
His voice sounded older and more serious.
Click.
It's the sound of a pistol being cocked.
However, what is incredible is that this gun is actually made of gold.
A more accurate statement.
This is a killing weapon made by melting an unknown amount of gold.
It's precisely because of this gun.
Containing the power of soul gold coins, it has the power to kill demons.
Snap!
A soul gold coin with a basic face value was inserted into the magazine as a bullet!
Bang!
It was obviously a normal-caliber launch, but the explosion caused almost overturned the area more than 10 meters in front of it.
A moment.
Kuo Noisy's demon child completely disappeared.
"And I have already paid the price!"
Everything is quiet.
There is only the sound of losing the bet, shattering the body, and the souls of the demons turning into "wealth" of large denominations and scattering on the ground.
Jingle bells.
Such a beautiful rhythm is like the winner at the gambling table, reaping the victory of this round.
However.
For George Stacey, everything seemed so cold and empty.
He bent down.
Step by step, I picked up the gold coins among the debris of the ruins.
On face value.
Those demon souls are still roaring at him, but what can they do?!
"..."
Old George was silent.
The body that used to be slightly fatter as a middle-aged person has completely disappeared by now.
Strong muscles, strong bones, and... the devil's horns growing out of his head.
as well as……
Half of his face turned green and red, and his muscles were twisted, looking extremely terrifying.
Just like old George said just now, he has paid the price.
Dedicate half of yourself to hell.
…
"Hey, Sheriff!"
"I finally found you. I ran three streets to find you."
It flaps its wings, its body is as fat as a ball, and it has a slender black tail like a heart.
Old George knew him.
This demon comes from Asmodeus Mansion and is dedicated to delivering important messages to the great demon.
As for the name?!
unimportant!
"Before I kill you with one shot, tell me clearly what you want to say."
"5 seconds!"
Old George's tone was stiff.
When he sold his soul to hell, perhaps he also took away some of his emotions.
But this is a good thing.
At least that's what old George thinks, if only he could be a little more harsh!
Less pity, less hesitation.
Just like in New York.
If only he had been less indecisive that night, if only he had taken action earlier.
If he could kill the demon as decisively as he does now, he could kill the black-handed Valon first!
perhaps……
All disasters will not happen.
certainly.
At this moment, all this is just old George's self-comfort.
He is the chief of the Hell City Police Department!
Although apart from the hell beasts he raised, he was the only one in the entire police station.
And all the remaining demons who signed up were crushed by him.
but!
Old George does not regret his decision.
He blocked his soul in exchange for an identity that was somewhat of a status in the eyes of the devil.
Although this identity may sometimes seem like a joke like a clown.
But that's enough.
"Gwen..."
Old George often said this name.
This may be the last bit of tenderness he has left in his current state.
Also for my daughter.
He never wants to see his daughter's soul in the capital of hell, so...
He was just trying his best to find someone who could kill the demon.
It is only a small possibility to maintain the balance of the "ridiculous game" of the great devil.
to this end!
Even if he is doing things for Asmodeus, he will become a disgusted existence in the mouths of more souls.
Old George is willing to do it too!
…
"Hehehe."
"Don't be so cruel. You have a human soul and you have accepted the power of hell."
"Why do you have to think on the devil's side?!"
A round little devil.
Flying in circles around old George, his voice sounds very cute and childlike.
However, looking at the "chips" under the ruins, the overflowing greed is not concealed.
perhaps……
It's a rare errand for Lord Asmodeus, shouldn't he ask for a tip?!
"Four, three..."
As old George counts down, the "tip" arrives.
The gun that belongs exclusively to the Sheriff, the gun made of soul gold is directly pushed to the stomach.
The little devil's whole body was trembling with coldness.
That's scary.
"Okay, okay."
"Take this, Lord Asmodeus gave it to you..."
The little devil wrapped his tail around his back and threw out a wrapped... parchment scroll.
"!!"
Old George reached out and took it.
It was not fully unfolded, but only the strand of black hair was seen from the corner.
It's a human being.
It's a woman.
She was a shrine maiden wearing a kimono, and old George naturally knew who she was.
"Can you finally bear it?!"
Old George muttered.
He knew that what he was holding in his hand was a wanted order just signed by the big devil.
What we are facing is the capital of hell, or the entire territory of hell.
"Go to the TV Tower to find your old acquaintance!"
"In the shortest possible time, everyone, whether in the inner city or the outer city, must know!"
Old George turned around and left, no longer paying attention to the nagging little devil behind him.
And the little devil was flying around, still yelling at old George.
"This is a huge reward."
…
The capital of hell, inner city, central area of the fifth district.
It has the largest entertainment industry, broadcasting companies, tower radio stations, movies and newspapers, and all the facilities are here.
After all...pleasure and depravity are both part of hell.
"George Stacey."
"You know I don't welcome you now. You'd better leave by yourself before I drive people away."
Daily Bugle.
After reopening in hell, the person behind the desk in front of me was Old George's old acquaintance.
J. Jonah Jameson
"Hell Daily."
Old George looked at the sign affixed to the house number. The Daily Bugle had changed its name.
"The stupid devil did it himself."
"Wherever I am, there is the Daily Bugle, even in hell!"
Jonah Jameson's usual tone.
It seems that even the soul that fell into hell cannot change his backbone in facing evil.
Old George knew him best.
When I was in New York, even as the commissioner of the New York Police Department, I was often criticized by Jonah Jameson.
then.
When facing Valon who kidnapped the playboy, it was this guy who sprayed the most intensely.
"When I came last month, you still had arms and could point at my nose and scold me."
"But now it seems..."
Halfway through what he said, Old George suddenly became silent.
"Ha ha."
Jonah laughed, still raising his mustache and cursing at old George.
"Are you pitying me?!"
"A bastard who turned into a demon, do I need you to care about me?!"
"Even if I only have one head left, I can never forget that I am a human being!"
"The human soul is the most noble!"
Yes.
Jonah Jameson appeared in front of old George, now only a head on the desk.
His soul was divided.
A more accurate statement is that he lost most of his position in the devil's gamble.
The face value of an ordinary soul is only one gold coin.
And people like Jonah Jameson, the editor-in-chief of Hell Daily who is now personally named by the Great Demon Lord Asmodeus.
His soul is more playful!
Every time you lose, some souls are removed and used as incomplete gold coins, although the face value is very low.
but!
A screaming mortal soul, a poor guy with only his head left talking nonsense on TV!
Such a hellish scene, what could please the devils more than this?!
Jonah Jameson did not completely turn into a gold coin after losing the bet.
on the contrary!
He sank into an even more terrifying hell.
But does it matter?!
It doesn't matter, because as long as Jonah Jameson has one mouth left, he will never be convinced!
while alive.
This is what it was like when you were hit by Vallon, by Typhoid Mary, when you had a gun pointed at your head.
now.
Facing these demons who should all be crushed to pieces in hell.
Jonah Jameson still does that!
…
"Since it's inconvenient for you, I'll do it myself."
Old George didn't say anything.
He walked straight to the news desk and spread out the wanted notice on the parchment in his hand.
"Miko..."
At this moment, Jonah Jameson was also stunned.
"Her name is Kikyo."
Old George said the name of the witch and expressed.
"Asmodeus put a bounty of 100 million gold coins on her head!"
"One hundred million?!"
Jonah Jameson is shocked again.
This number, unless the vault of hell is opened, will definitely include the souls of many natives of hell.
after all.
There are many human souls in the Capital of Hell, but not as many as this.
but……
Demons and humans are treated equally, plus visitors from other dimensions.
The souls of living beings are trustworthy currency in hell.
This way!
The number of 100 million souls will make all the monsters in hell crazy!
"George Stacey!"
Jonah Jameson jumped up from his desk in excitement. He was so excited that he even tried to bite old George with his mouth.
"You can't do this, you will kill her. The witch saved people in three states!"
"It's because of her that this damn city isn't filled to the brim!"
"The 100 million bounty will not be paid entirely by human souls. You can't really become the devil's lackey!"
Beep!
And in response to Jonah Jameson, it was George Sr. who pressed the send button on the news station.
"You will be punished!"
Jonah Jameson fell to the ground, helplessly watching as the image of the witch was sent.
"retribution!"
Old George said slowly.
"I wait for the divine arrow to shoot into my heart, but until then... we have no choice."