Bill looked at the portrait of Kennedy in his hand and frowned: "I should have seen him..."
Sean became a little nervous, and the spiritual essence spread out, guarding against whether the magic of erasing memories would be triggered again.
However, nothing unusual happened.
"I remember he was fundraising or promoting immigration..." Bill frowned, "But there were too many people who came to see me that day, and I couldn't talk to him."
"Fundraising? Immigration propaganda?" Sean's mind raced. "Are you preparing for the Utopia? Under the rule of the Divine Court, he dares to act so blatantly? Is he fully confident in his own strength and ability to escape? ?”
Bill picked up an envelope from the table and put the portrait in: "I will arrange for my people to conduct a secret investigation on Kennedy as soon as possible. After you solve the matter on Thirteenth Avenue, I will inform you once there is any progress in the investigation. Yours."
After bidding farewell to Sean and Moonlight, Bill tidied up his appearance and cheered up to receive guests.
Under the guidance of the housekeeper, Sean and the two quietly left Bill's mansion through the back door.
The two took off their masks when no one was around and stopped a taxi on the side of the road in Long Island. Sean asked Moonlight to go first. Before getting in the car, Moonlight said: "Winnie wants me to ask you to come to my house for dinner on Wednesday."
Sean was a little surprised: "In what capacity? Reporter friend or Explorer teammate?"
Moonlight sat in the carriage: "Winnie is smarter than me. I can't hide anything from her, so I might as well tell her everything - she knows that we are destined partners."
Sean smiled: "Okay, 'Dead Partner', then Wednesday."
Watching the taxi carrying the moonlight drive away, the lights on the bridge on the Long Island Sound side were like a line of stars.
Feeling a little relieved and a little complicated, Sean let out a sigh of relief in the night wind.
After returning home and passing by the room where the "mist of grief" had been injected into the male owner before, Sean casually extended the ectoplasm into it.
The man who used to be an alcoholic and a violent man is now sitting obediently on the sofa, holding his head with one hand. His body is filled with depression. It seems that he has been in depression. Even drinking can't relieve it. The mist of grief in his body can only Very little is digested.
"The impact on people is much greater than expected..." Sean climbed up the stairs, mentally estimating the reasonable dosage of using the Mist of Grief on people...
Sean arrived at the Explorer Center alone. After paying the deposit, he issued a personal recruitment order on blue paper in the mission hall on the tenth floor. The recruitment order stated the mission situation. In order to improve the recruitment success rate, Xiao En's recruitment requirements are explorers of Queen level or below.
"It's very difficult for Jack-level recruiters to recruit Queen-level recruits. It would be great if we can find a suitable Jack-level recruit."
After issuing the recruitment order, Sean went to the "Quest Supplies Company" located on the fifth floor of the building and decided to commission a batch of ectoplasm bullets and upgrade the sacred pattern dagger.
"Randy's Arsenal" is a department under the supply company. The locked windows here display many arms, including the Thompson submachine gun used by Carlos, and compact and very reliable carbines.
The temperature here is obviously high. After Sean proposed to make small-caliber ectoplasmic bullets, the forger took out a special crystal that was like a small ice brick from the cabinet. Sean took it with some confusion.
The blacksmith was a woman wearing goggles, with strong arms and dark skin. Looking at Sean's unfamiliar look, she pointed at the "little ice brick" impatiently: "Pour the ectoplasm into it."
Sean suddenly thought of something: "Can spiritual matter with special properties be forged into bullets? Can bullets maintain their properties?"
"Okay." The female blacksmith didn't expect a Jack-level person to ask such a question. She glanced sideways at Sean and said, "You have to pay more."
"Ectoplasm bullets with vicious characteristics will cause pain and vicious infection to the target!" Sean's eyes lit up and he asked for two crystals - one infused with pure ectoplasm, and one with rust. An ectoplasm with "malicious" attributes.
As for the "Elixir Mist" and "Grief Mist", the current concentration of spiritual matter is too low, making it as big as a warhead would not be effective, so Sean did not infuse it.
The blacksmith raised his goggles and received the two crystals with some surprise in his brown eyes: She didn't expect that Sean could actually convert the rare attribute of "maliciousness".
"Six ordinary ectoplasmic bullets and six vicious ectoplasmic bullets, please."
"Okay, you can pick it up tomorrow." The blacksmith's attitude was obviously better.
When paying, Sean felt a little sad: "It costs 2 New Zealand dollars to make an ordinary ectoplasm bullet, and 1 yuan more for special properties..." Thinking of the "thug" Carlos who used 100 rounds of drums to pour out ectoplasmic bullets. ...He seemed to see that what popped out of the magazine of the Thompson submachine gun in Carlos' hand was not a bullet casing, but the smashed New Zealand dollar...
"Although it costs a lot, I also make a lot of money." Sean thought, "No wonder this industry is so dangerous and there are still so many people involved in it..."
The "Ritual Weapons Forge" is another large department on the same level. Although the patterns on Sean's sacred pattern dagger are complicated, only the most basic "sacred" patterns are engraved.
According to different needs, Sean can also add different sacred patterns on the dagger. He looked at the cold weapons engraved with different patterns displayed in the window:
"Leather's holy pattern can give cold weapons a certain electric shock paralysis effect and a hysteresis effect on organisms."
"The burning holy pattern can cause physical high temperatures and is suitable for various scenarios..."
"Intermediate sacred pattern, has stronger exorcism effect."
"The Holy Pattern of Nailing Spirits can weakly absorb spiritual power when attacking a spiritual target."
"Conduction sacred patterns can directly reflect different spiritual attributes..."
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Thinking that his spiritual essence already had several different characteristics, Sean originally planned to engrave the conduction holy pattern on it, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt it was wrong: "The attack range of the vicious blade is much longer than that of the dagger, and the other two characteristics are transmitted to the dagger. It’s useless…”
After much deliberation, Sean chose the most expensive spiritual-absorbing holy pattern: "Spiritual power is the key. Although the primary holy pattern's effect of absorbing spiritual power is relatively weak, it may be effective at critical moments. And I will choose If you use the Holy Spirit Pattern, the effect will be very impressive..."
Looking at the cost of 500 New Zealand dollars to engrave the intermediate Naling Sacred Pattern, and not knowing when it would be realized, Sean smiled bitterly: "I'm really an optimist."
After paying the 80 New Zealand dollar fee for the primary Naling Sacred Pattern, Sean still had 100 New Zealand dollars and some change: "Basically spent all the income from the last mission..."
"I still hope I can have more money on hand to meet unexpected needs..." Sean felt a little dry. However, I feel a little more at ease about the mission with an uncertain future.
"I still have to find a way to make some extra money..." With this thought in mind, Sean, who had just finished spending money, decided to go somewhere.
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An hour later, Sean came to the "Daily News" newspaper office again.
When he walked into the editor's room, Edward Smith stood up suddenly when he saw Sean: "Sean, I thought you wouldn't come!"
Without waiting for Sean to respond, he spoke quickly: "I'm really sorry. People from the Divine Investigation Bureau found me because of the report involving Bishop Howard..." Edward, who had always been vigorous and resolute, actually seemed a little embarrassed at this moment. Uneasy, he rubbed his stubby fingers, "I heard that they didn't mean to hold you accountable, so I said your name."
Sean waved his hand: "It's okay - we must cooperate with the investigation."
The confusion on Edward's face dissipated a lot. He was originally worried that Sean would no longer cooperate with the "Daily News". He breathed a sigh of relief when he found that Sean was more understanding and the worries in his heart had dissipated a lot.
After exchanging the questions and attitudes of the Divine Investigation Bureau, Edward's frown was relieved. He opened his hands and looked particularly excited: "What did I say? It's just as we expected - public opinion itself It has the power to protect us!”
Sean smiled and shook his head: "Don't be too optimistic - in the face of powerful institutions, public opinion may also fail. Specific issues must be analyzed in detail."
Sean sat on the swivel chair opposite him and said directly: "Actually, I have some inside information...
"It's about the last terrorist incident in Lewin Town..."
