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Chapter 90 Deliberately Framed (Plus 13) (Subscribe)
Angela is not a fool. From the moment Zhao Song said this sentence, she understood Zhao Song's thoughts.

I have to say that Zhao Song's idea is very bold.

Angela was shocked!
It is true that not everyone in each branch of NYPD is clean.

Not to mention some offal.

That is to say, some old fritters are in a gray area themselves.

At least Angela knew that in New York, there was a man named Jin Bin, and many people in the police station had connections with Jin Bin in one way or another.

Kingpin, Jin Bin, can be translated as the chief character, the leader.

This is obviously not a real name. Many people in the New York Police Department know the existence of such a person, at least the patrolman, the sheriff, and the superintendent know it.

This man is known as the underground emperor of New York. In New York, nine out of ten crimes that occur every day are related to him.

The relationship between some colleagues in the police station and Jin Bing is unclear.

This is not a secret.

Angela did not expect that she was not bought by Jin Bin, but by the owner of the gymnasium in front of her.

After he bought her off, he set his sights on them again.

Simply daring.

But at the same time, she felt that Zhao Song was right.

The inspiration was opened, and she felt a kind of helplessness. In New York, the demon that exploded with the power of hell was killed, but the evil spirit reappeared in New York, which had just been cleaned for a few days.

She felt that some shadows appeared again in New York.

These shadows are entrenched in the streets and alleys, making no secret of their malice.

Evil spirits are different from demons. The formation of evil spirits is more complicated. Not only do people become evil spirits after death, urban legends are also one of the conditions for the formation of evil spirits.

For example, various legends and myths in District 11, as well as local aborigines and immigrants from other places, they all bring their own culture and urban legends.

Gap girl, Bigfoot, child-eating werewolves...

These oral legends are usually only used to frighten others, but when the darkness recovers, human fears will turn into terrifying reality.

It is also commonly known as ghosts and gods walking at night.

If the colleagues patrolling at night meet them, it is really close to death.

She is conflicted.

Angela licked her lips subconsciously, and tightly grasped the talisman in her hand.

It seems that in this cold world, only talismans can give her some warmth.

Zhao Song watched coldly.

He just discovered that in this pair of psychic sisters, the elder sister's inspiration is actually higher than the younger sister's.

Even if she didn't close her inspiration many years ago, and now it is opened again, her inspiration is higher than some witches.

Hard work is not as good as talent, and talent is not as good as cheating.

The old man sincerely does not deceive me.

Zhao Song threw the unopened towel to Angela, and said to her: "Wipe your body and go back, I still have some things here, it is not convenient for you to participate.

After you join the gym, you can come to me if you have anything to do, but I can't solve other people's problems.

Unless they also join the gym.

I am not the Holy Mother, my kindness is only aimed at my own people in the gym. "

Zhao Song's thoughts can be said to be known to everyone in Sima Zhao's mind.

He was not afraid of Angela knowing at all.

Angela bit her lower lip and left.

After Zhao Song settled Angela's matter, he turned his head to look at Blade Warrior. As soon as he took a look, Zhao Song called him a good guy.

Zhao Song is there to solve problems for people, and here the Blade Warrior has already eaten, a thick pizza, Zhao Song only took a bite, and it was gone!
This guy drank his green tea and ate all the pizza.

After eating all the pizza, the blade warrior's face remained unchanged, and he still looked simple and honest, which made Zhao Song unbelievable.

How dare he.

"I am leaving."

Seeing that Zhao Song was going to chase someone away, he took the initiative to speak.

New York nights are not safe, but that depends on whom.

For the Blade Warrior, walking on the road at night will only make others feel unsafe.

No one told him to feel unsafe.

After the blade warrior left, Zhao Song looked at the messy scene outside, and then at his apartment, and called a pickup truck helplessly.

Pikachu left with the guardian in the basement.

In the middle of the night, the little round-faced Coulson arrived late. He brought a large number of professionals and began to disguise the scene.

"There's a lot of movement."

Xiaoyuanlian held his left hand on his right wrist, looking like a doorman who was serving, standing next to Zhao Song, he had nothing to say.

The same goes for Zhao Song.

"Yeah, it's messing you up."

Zhao Song was very polite.

Coulson laughed dryly, and started to chat. Judging by his appearance, he planned to make a move from the traditional oriental culture, and portray himself as a foreigner who is eager to integrate, so as to gain Zhao Song's favor.

Zhao Song praised Coulson's perseverance and action. This agent checked the information, and said several things that were right on point. If Zhao Song wasn't a serious Taoist priest, he might have been really moved.

The problem is, Zhao Song actually didn't know much about what he said.

There are some things that Coulson knows more than he does.

Talking about this, the atmosphere was a bit confusing and awkward.

After chatting awkwardly for a long time, Zhao Song sent away the SHIELD people. Looking at the room full of holes, he sighed and came to the basement.

There are no zombies in the basement, it looks very empty.

He took out the soul-refining talisman of the three ghosts, and with a simple move, three red lights circled around the room.

There is no door to his house, which is a bit dangerous.

Although the law and order in this community is good, he feels something is wrong.

Why come in the middle of the night, only people from SHIELD came?

It stands to reason that after an explosion, someone would call the police.

Following this community's donations to nearby precincts, agents will be looking at these soon.

Did Constantine and Midnight help him cover it up, or did the others do him a small favor?
Could it be that woman?
Zhao Song thought of that woman.

That beautiful looking woman, who is she?
Marvel, does such a person exist?
There were finally more ghosts and monsters in New York, and there were many people he didn't know.

This also shows that his communication has begun to widen, and he has entered the real magic side of New York.

Zhao Song thought about this, put away his distracting thoughts, and burned the Tongtian Incense.

He took the purple-black box out of his sleeve and held it respectfully with both hands.

Fog shrouded the basement, and a familiar fragrance came out.

When Yuan Jun appeared, the three ghosts hovering upstairs seemed to be struck by lightning. They turned into three illusory shadows, and stayed there obediently, motionless.

Like a scared kitten.

Jinmu Yuanjun stepped here, she stretched out her hand, and the black diamond in Zhao Song's hand fell on Jinmu Yuanjun's little hand.

She looked at the hell black diamond and opened her mouth.

The hell black diamond turned into purple-black gas and flowed into her stomach.

Jinmu Yuanjun narrowed his eyes comfortably.

She looked satisfied, and made a soft "hmm" sound from inside her nose.

Looking at Zhao Song, she asked with satisfaction: "This time, what do you want?"

Zhao Song glanced at the intimacy.

Favorability skyrocketed!
From 11.00%, to 20.00% Three!
Breakthrough to one-fifth.

This is a big improvement!

I just don't know, what effect does it have when the favorability reaches [-]%.

This time, you should be able to ask for something good, right?

Zhao Song restrained his mind and said: "Hui Yuanjun, I want a magic technique, or formation technique, which can temporarily cover the sound, light and shadow of fighting techniques."

Yes, his actions were too loud, even if it was a fight, it was inconvenient.

He wanted to find a way to make him twist the opponent into the mirror space like a mage of Kama Taj when he was fighting, so that others could not see his fighting scene.

"Oh? If you want this."

She put her hand under her lips, tapped her fingers, and naturally had a youthful and free and easy feeling.

Zhao Song didn't know how such an old monster who didn't know how many years old could give people a youthful feeling.

Of course, this idea cannot be known to Yuan Jun.

If Yuan Jun knew what he thought, he thought Yuan Jun would break his dog's head!
Jinmu Yuanjun thought for a while, clapped his hands and said: "Okay, I happen to have a formation here, which can cover the light, shadow and sound, so I'll give it to you!"

When she clicked, Zhao Song felt a little dizzy in his head!

When he woke up, there was only a cold basement in front of him.

Jinmu Yuanjun has disappeared.

Zhao Song opened his eyes, sat down cross-legged, and looked up the information that Lord Yuan had stuffed in.

"It's a formation."

Zhao Song looked up the formation carefully, the more he studied it, the more he felt dizzy!
It's not that this formation is bad.

It's really this formation, it's great!
How good is this formation?
This formation is so good, as long as he cultivates to a high level, he can reopen a world!Determine Fengshui, follow the dragon veins, transform yin and yang, and open up good fortune!

It's not powerful, it's not awesome!
Zhao Song would rather Jinmu Yuanjun not treat him so well, and just give him a flawed formation to make sense of it!

This formation is powerful, but also difficult to learn!

This formation is called "Zhenlongxing Doufa". It uses the Big Dipper in the sky as a variable, and has a total of [-] changes.

Shown on the array flags, there are four sets, eight sets for advanced, and sixteen sets, 32, 74, one hundred and eight...

In the end, it takes 350 four formation flags to make a set, which can define a boundary!
But that's for later.

Now Zhao Song's request can be satisfied by a set of four array flags.

As for the sets of eight and sixteen in the back, they are all too high-end.

Without a huge spiritual consciousness, it is impossible to calculate this formation clearly.

He thought that he didn't need to study anymore when he came to the world of American manga.

Who knew that his plan had gone wrong.

In the unscientific world of Meiman, he, a cultivator of immortality, actually wants to talk about science and arithmetic.

It's simply a big joke in the world!
Perhaps the only constant in this formation is change itself.

This formation must follow the change of the position of the stars in the sky, and the change of the formation on the ground will be synchronized.

Zhao Song felt that Jinmu Yuanjun really thought highly of him.

Can he learn this?

Forget it, let's learn!
As long as you can't learn to die, learn from death.

The materials for this formation are easy to find, Zhao Song quickly refined four small flags, which made the flags look pitifully small, Zhao Song closed his eyes, began to calculate, and experimented in the room.

If his qi and blood were not strong enough, relying on his calculation method, his body would be emaciated and boneless, and his heart would fail in a short time.

The appearance of this formation broke his original plan.

Then next time, the things that were originally planned to be exchanged will also be changed.

When Zhao Song was refining the array flag, he took time to glance at his panel.

In the system, there are more than 7000 believers.

Ten thousand is just a matter of time.

The speed was a little slower than Zhao Song thought. The important thing is that Zhao Song received a call at night and heard some bad news.

His gymnasium was denounced as the territory of demons.

Not everyone is willing to believe an oriental person. Originally, some elderly people in the community were rushed to the door by their sons and daughters and stopped them.

They thought that Zhao Song had bewitched their old parents.

Priests from nearby communities also visited.

Zhao Song raised his eyebrows.

Someone made a move on the Gym?

Not everyone has a heart that embraces all people.

Zhao Song's current gymnasium still has more Asians.

Therefore, some white people who originally lived here were dissatisfied, and some white people came to provoke.

There are even violent ones who come directly with weapons.

If it weren't for the blade fighter, Frank would be more powerful.

These people will bring certain casualties to the Gym.

Zhao Song got the news and found it very interesting. He was sitting in the gymnasium, and he didn't see anyone making trouble. In just one night, he went back to the apartment for one night, and the problem was exposed?

In just a few hours, the children of neighbors in the community, some simple-minded rednecks, and the community priest all came to the door.

Isn't this a bit too coincidental?

The meaning of this is too obvious.

In the early morning of the next day, Zhao Song called the gymnasium friends to come to some special skills, and repair the house first, and he went back to deal with things.

In one night, Zhao Song's gymnasium was brought to the forefront.

It is said that there are still reporters coming in the morning, and Matt Murdoch is ready to fight.

It's not a fight, it's another way of fighting.

There was a war of words.

Before leaving, Zhao Song called Tony Stark.

After answering the phone, Zhao Song first asked: "Tony, may I ask, does your family have a public relations department?
Very good, I will borrow your public relations department for two days, and I will return it to you when I run out. "

　Backache, back pain, wrist pain, and empty head.

　　I am so sorry after writing it.

　　It turns out I'm not a tentacle monster.

　　I feel terrible.

　　Add three more, for the brothers who gave me a reward before it was put on the shelves, and the previously agreed to add more.

　　The third shift will be completed within a week.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)