Becoming an ancient god from blood therapy

Chapter 106 One-stop service

When Ross left, he was in the military camp fifteen kilometers away from Arkham.

A total of six people sat quietly on chairs, some were reading, some were cutting their nails, some were putting on makeup, and some were sleeping.

In the hall in the middle, Ivan, who had gone crazy, fell to the ground convulsively, his eyes turned white, and his breathing was weak. It seemed that he couldn't survive.

Baro, a senior investigator with Insight Eye, stood beside Ivan and frowned slightly: "Ghoul? Crazy woman?"

Ivan, who was overly frightened, went completely insane. Even with the special interrogation ability in his hands, he only got some fragmented information.

"How about the analysis of the pus on his wound?" Barlow turned his head and asked the young man with glasses who was looking down at a book.

The young man raised his head and said proficiently: "It is a special biological virus, a toxin of the rotting corpse system. Its main effect is to dissolve human body tissues. The source comes from Innsmouth. Judging from the teeth marks, it should be a canine animal." , most likely caused by a mutated dog."

"Where's the antidote?" Barrow asked.

The young man took out an injection at random: "It's all ready."

"Very good." Barlow nodded in satisfaction.

"In other words, Ivan's madness is not directly related to the new mayor, which means that he still doesn't know our existence. This is good news."

At this moment, the tall, thin, pale-skinned, cold young man who was cutting his nails with a knife asked, "When are you leaving?"

"the day after tomorrow."

"So slow!?" The gloomy youth expressed dissatisfaction.

Barlow said lightly: "This time we are facing a formed city government. According to internal information, he has at least thirty superhuman police officers at the twentieth level. This is indeed a beast that should not be underestimated." the power of."

"In addition, we don't know much about this Los Arkham. If we want to hit it with one blow, we need to be fully prepared."

The gloomy youth said with disdain: "I can kill them all by myself. Your efficiency is really slow."

"Yin Gui, since you choose to participate in this battle, you must obey our command!" Barlow said in a cold tone.

After hearing this, Yin Gui's eyes flickered coldly, then he snorted and did not continue speaking.

"Everyone can rest for two days, remember, don't act alone casually! Dismiss the meeting."

Several people then stood up, turned and left.

"This group of guys is really difficult to manage."

These six people are all elites with eyes of insight nearby, each of them has at least level [-] level, and possesses a strange ability.

The ghost level just now was level 32. He moved without a trace and disappeared without a trace. He is a famous murderer.

He even killed a level 34 superhuman once, and he was a famous dangerous guy in the circle.

"I hope that guy hasn't discovered the dungeon maze below Arkham." Barlow thought to himself.

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No. 443 Fish Street is located in the southernmost part of the entire central area. It belongs to the end of the poor street and is close to the Miskatonic River. There are not many places to live here, and the overall look is a bit deserted.

Ross parked the car on the side of the road, got out of the car and looked at the small tattoo shop.

This is a two-story single-family building with a history of at least 30 years. The walls are seriously aged, and even the windows on the second floor are somewhat deformed after years of wind and rain.

The door of the tattoo shop was half open, and through the gap, one could see some clutter inside.

The first floor is where Kos works, a giant workbench, a tattoo bed, and two cabinets for materials.

At this time, Kos was sitting on a chair, sitting beside the workbench with his head down, processing something.

Recently, the tattoo parlor has indeed been quite deserted. Before that, Coss mainly targeted the group of gangsters.

However, after this period of cleansing, those gangsters have already gone to prison, and naturally he has no business here.

However, this does not seem to affect Kos's life. He still sits on the counter every day as before, with his head down processing something, and even the neighbors can't see him eating.

Knocking on the door, Ross walked in with a smile, and smelled a strange smell.

There is a faint smell of blood in this taste, and there is also a fishy smell of seafood.

"Is Boss Kos there?" A clear voice sounded.

Kos, who bowed his head, turned his head, and looked at Los with a pair of oval, somewhat weird eyes.

Kos is rather weird, his head is long and narrow, and he doesn't seem to have any hair on his body, neither hair nor eyebrows.

The browbones are slightly raised, causing his eye sockets to be sunken, and it seems that prolonged malnutrition has caused his cheeks to thin and his cheekbones to protrude.

His skin is pale white as a whole, and you can't even see the pores if you look closely, it's like a white and smooth white film.

He is tall, almost 1.9 meters, and his arms are much longer than normal, which makes his body shape a bit weird.

He seemed to have one leg longer and the other shorter, as if he hadn't developed well from the mother's womb.

He wears a thick plush vest all year round, and there seems to be something wrapped around his abdomen, which makes his body a little bloated.

"Mayor... sir?" Cos's voice was low, but with a slender childishness, it sounded like a child's voice.

It's hard to imagine that a person with such a face has such a special baby voice.

Ross walked in with a smile and said, "It seems that I am quite famous."

Kos rarely showed any expression on his face. At this moment, he pointed to the wall beside him without changing his expression and said, "I've seen your kill order. A while ago, many guys with tattoos threatened to kill you. "

Rose happened to see his photo on the wall, with a blood red cross on it and a big "Kill" written underneath.

Ross walked over and picked up the kill order and smiled: "It seems that I am quite popular."

"Then those guys disappeared." Kos said flatly.

Ross nodded: "They are picking up soap in the prison, and the one that comes out the soonest will probably wait five years."

Kos was not a talkative person, so he asked directly: "Is there anything the mayor wants to see me for?"

"I want to find you for a certain cooperation." Ross said with a smile.

"Cooperation? I'm just a tattoo artist, and I'm not qualified to cooperate with the mayor." Kos directly refused.

Ross sat beside him casually, just in time to see that he was tattooing something on an unknown skin at this time, and he could vaguely see a sea.

"Actually, I really appreciate your "one-stop" service." Ross: Laughing.

"One-stop... service? I don't have such a service here." Cos said with slightly cold eyes.

Ross smiled and said, "I'm talking about a dragon, it's a real dragon."

"Where are there any dragons in this world?" Cos said lightly, stuffing his left hand into his plush vest.

(End of this chapter)