Sentinel

Chapter 196 Spokesperson

Bucharest is the capital of Romania and also the economic and cultural center of the whole country. It has always been known as "Little Paris". This beautiful garden-like city was once a strategic hub for fierce competition among European powers such as the Ottoman Empire and Tsarist Russia.

At Otopeni International Airport, wearing a leather jacket and sunglasses, Sean walked out of the crowded lobby, holding a tourist map in his hand, like a tourist.Behind him was the muscular Mo Du, who had a dark face with an unsmiling expression, like a dedicated bodyguard.

"Where should we go now?" Modu looked at the young man holding a tourist map, and lowered his voice: "I know that Carrigan lives in a manor on the outskirts of Bucharest, where there is a secret underground casino, we can rush there immediately .”

Sean stared at the black mage with weird eyes, turned his head after a while, and said with a faint smile, "Then I won't hinder you."

"I booked the Hilton Garden Inn in the city center, the top-level suite, and I'm going to have a rest for a while, and then enjoy a French meal. I may also go to the Romanian People's Palace for sightseeing. I heard that it is the second largest building in the world after the Pentagon. Great building, worth seeing."

Modu's eyes widened, and then a burst of anger welled up. He didn't come to Romania from the London Temple for a vacation. Thinking of the numerous crimes he witnessed in the materials, this black mage who was deeply influenced by Kama Taj wished he could Rush to Carrigan's manor at once, and execute God's justice.

"Why do you mages always have muscles in their heads?"

Sean sighed helplessly, and said softly: "The London Temple sent a lot of mages and demon hunters before. Why did they all return without success, and some of them became food for the vampires and werewolves? This is Carrigan's." The territory, the black area that the temple forces cannot touch, even if you are Rambo, if you act rashly, you will probably be sieved."

Modu frowned and thought for a moment, and felt that what the young man said was quite reasonable. Eastern Europe was the land of alien creatures. Those expelled blood races and werewolves, as well as angels and demons who walked the material world through human bodies, they regarded this place as a The last paradise, isolated from the monitoring of the temple forces, full of barbaric vortexes, crime and corruption emerging under the beautiful appearance, is undoubtedly an excellent living soil.

"Then what are you going to do?" The only advantage of the black mage is probably that he is willing to listen to opinions.

"As I said just now, enjoy the best service in this city and treat yourself as a tourist." Sean put away the tourist map, and a black Bentley was parked outside, which was the hotel's shuttle bus. It is specially used to pick up and drop off distinguished guests.

After hesitating briefly, Modu chose to follow in the young man's footsteps. He had seen Xiao En's outstanding talent in Karma Taj, and the Supreme Mage seemed to have reached an indescribable subtle tacit understanding with him. In a peaceful city, if you are alone, you may not be able to deal with a group of vicious thugs and villains, not to mention that there are blood clans and werewolves hidden in the dark.

"I understand, you want to sneak into Carrigan's manor after dark, and capture that bastard who made a deal with the devil alive!" Modu, who got into the car, seemed to suddenly understand, suppressing the excitement in his heart.

Sean was quite speechless. Logically speaking, shouldn't mages increase intelligence first?Why is this black mage from Kama Taj, an authentic academic school, full of recklessness, similar to a berserker? No wonder the supreme mage finally chose Strange as his successor.

"Culrigan will find me himself," he said flatly. "As the leader of this city, he should know immediately that there is a young rich man from New York who has no money to spend in his pocket. Presumably the leader of the criminal group who was a mercenary should not be stingy to help I provide enthusiastic service."

Looking at the speechless black mage, the young man smiled and patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "As long as you have money, no matter which city you go to, you will be God."

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On the outskirts of Bucharest, an old manor with a large area is said to have been the residence of a certain noble from the Ottoman Empire. Since Romania got rid of long-term foreign rule, it was bought by Carrigan and transformed into a heavily guarded base.

Even in the daytime, you can see heavily armed gangsters patrolling back and forth without fear of being discovered. Bucharest, known as the City of Joy, can almost be said to be their territory, and the mayors of the six districts all visit this place The regulars, not even the national police, will break in at will.

And the big people behind them are far more than that. The real backer of Carrigan is a hidden existence unimaginable by ordinary people. Those so-called longevity species sit behind the scenes, covering up their own traces. In fact, the entire Eastern Europe is a paradise for blood races and werewolves. , They infiltrated the top levels of the country, controlled government power, and could easily cause huge turmoil.

As Xiao En guessed, behind the huge chain of interests is definitely not a mercenary-born leader of a criminal group, as simple as a few gangsters with private armed forces. The ones who really control the overall situation are those who often appear in movies and TV dramas and The alien creatures in the novel, they are entrenched in this chaotic place where order has collapsed, and they dare not go beyond the thunder pool of the temple. They can only slowly develop their forces and multiply their groups through this kind of secret operation.

"Did you find that bitch?"

Carrigan, who was a coward, was furious at this time. He swept away the things on the table, with boiling anger in his eyes. He grabbed one of his subordinates by the collar and asked viciously.

"For the time being... no."

After hearing the trembling reply from his subordinates, Carrigan calmed down instead. He loosened the collar of the other party, tidied it up with his hands, and replaced his sullen face with a gentle smile, but this sudden change made his subordinates feel even more scared .

"Throw it in the club tonight. The rich and powerful are tired of watching ordinary people being tortured and killed. It's time to give them something new to try." dragged out by one of his incompetent subordinates.

The sound of wailing and begging for mercy resounded over the manor, but no one would come to save him. This is a living hell, even the devils are amazed by it, and the endless sin and blood have accumulated into countless huge wealth.

"Continue to send people to look for it. I want to see that bitch and Danny tomorrow morning. The big customer has already been appointed. If I don't see anyone, I will be very unlucky, and you will only be more unlucky." Carrigan Twitching his nose, his pale face coupled with a sinister expression made all his subordinates tremble with fear.

They had seen with their own eyes, the moody boss throwing a Ukrainian girl who was trying to escape from a three-story building, and then throwing it to a werewolf in a steel cage for food. Similar brutal acts are too numerous to mention.

Carrigan withdrew his subordinates and lay on the large sofa. A strong longing appeared in his dull eyes. Like a drug addict, he took out an exquisite iron box from his pocket with trembling hands, and took out a mobile phone. The reagent of the scarlet liquid was directly inserted into the blood vessels of the arm.

His body trembled a few times like an electric shock, his listless pale face suddenly flushed with blood, feeling the surging power in his body, Carrigan showed a satisfied smile.

"These vampire things are really easy to use." The former mercenary leader threw away the needle in his hand, his eyes filled with strong ambition, "It's even more enjoyable than drugs. As long as it can be mass-produced, it is far better than It's more promising now!"

"But before that, we still need to find that little bitch Nadya and her bastard child." Carrigan was full of obscenities, and he couldn't help but feel anxious when he thought of the old man who called himself "Mephisto". cold.

One of the well-known disadvantages of making deals with the devil is that when you fail to complete the task, the end will be very miserable.

The reason why this former mercenary leader was able to climb to his current position is not unrelated to that old man with mysterious power, otherwise blood clans and werewolves would not value such a small role as him. As the spokesperson of the devil, Kaka Reagan easily obtained huge wealth unimaginable by ordinary people, but he was also reduced to a puppet.

"Fuck the devil!" he cursed inwardly.

(End of this chapter)