The night has completely invaded the city, with boundless darkness surrounding the city, and brilliant light radiating 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 was revealed, which was a bit strange.
Just like the deep-sea arowana that is 1,500 meters deep under the sea, 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 got in.
"You are late."
The voice was so low and hoarse that it was almost inaudible. 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."
Lenno stretched out his index finger and pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses slightly, 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, and are more like the Death Eaters described by J.K. Rowling.
"How much goods did you bring this time?"
Facing the flickering light of the lights, Leno directly found an empty bench and sat down. His blond hair combed back made him look like a lion with all its hair, giving him the majesty of a king. @·No mistake first~~
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 is one of the reasons why he left France to work abroad since he was a child. As for the manager of Dormammu Foreign Trade Company in Chicago, it was just one of the legal identities he forged for himself.
"A total of thirty-two special medicines are 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.
Leno's passionate gaze almost penetrated the glass lens and turned into substance and stuck to the potion. The slightly rippling milky white bubbles make it look like a cocktail prepared at a bar. It is charming and tempting, and 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 the cloak.
"Have all the buyers been contacted?"
The man whose entire face was hidden under the hood suddenly raised his head, revealing an ordinary cheek without blood. A long and narrow red line clung to his face like a winding snake, reaching from the sky to his chin, looking ferocious. And ugly.
In this city, members of the Renovan organization must always be cautious when selling evolutionary drugs. The so-called cunning rabbit has three caves, 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 Renovan 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 people wearing wide hoods all showed mocking smiles under the gloom, looking at Lenno like a pitiful man.
These wild hybrids have not realized that they are about to become sacrifices to the gods and become one of the white bones paving 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. But no.
No matter when, 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. This is how people are, 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 gracefully.
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 reached a deal on goods, a dull knock on the door aroused the vigilance of everyone in the room.
"You brought someone else here."
The man with the red snake pattern 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.
Leno'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, looking like you would believe it or not.
"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's.
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 crawling snakes ready to strike a fatal blow at any time, their golden eyes glaring.
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 windbreaker with a vertical collar simply grabbed his baseball bag and appeared directly in front of them.
Be blunt 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 van.
"Nine, go deal with him."
The man with the little snake on his face had muscles bulging across his face, and he looked fierce. .
