Do you think you sent two and asked me to choose one of the two and use one of the magical objects with one left, and I would use it?
hehe.
I, Baker Raphael Morton, am able to come from nothing to where I am today, all because of my extraordinary ability and excellent quality.
Plug-in?
spoiler?
It's just the icing on the cake, not the so-called help in times of need.
Unless you give me two more.
Plug-in: "..."
Baker was thinking this in his mind, guessing the psychological activities of the plug-in at this moment. At this moment, Irene's voice sounded from below.
Go downstairs.
I happened to meet Eileen running up hurriedly on the second floor of the spiral staircase.
Eileen was stunned for a moment when she saw this, and then lowered her voice and said, "Brother, were you responsible for the incident at the Merrick Building?"
Baker glanced at Erin: "Is there any evidence?"
Erin shook her head.
Baker nodded and went downstairs: "That's not me."
This is a modern civilized society, and evidence is required to convict people. Do you think that relying on connections, I just said that I recruited you truthfully?
Erin was in a trance.
A good while.
Eileen turned around and followed Baker downstairs: "The director got angry, in broad daylight, and in Manhattan. The director said he would solve the case in three days and give the New York citizens an explanation."
Baker said oh.
Erin thought for a while and whispered: "Are you sure you didn't leave any evidence?"
Beck stopped, lowered his head and sighed.
My stupid sister, although you have been working as a law enforcement agency for a long time, you have no experience at all in Chicago, ah, the countryside.
Baker turned around, thought for a moment and looked at Erin: "Shall we make a bet?"
Erin was slightly startled: "What?"
Now we are talking about the FBI getting angry. Did you leave any evidence? If so, I want to find a way to clean it up. Why did the topic suddenly turn to betting?
"I bet..."
Baker smiled slightly, looked at the time on his watch and said, "It's now half past five in the afternoon. I'll bet that before eight o'clock tonight, the FBI will announce that the murderer has been captured and the case has been closed."
Erin felt a little unscientific: "How is that possible?"
Baker reached out and stroked Irene's head. Looking at Irene's confused expression, the corners of his mouth curved: "This society is still very dangerous. Remember, in the bureau from now on, talk less and do less. The less you do, the more wrong you are." Less is the way to survive for New York law enforcement agencies.”
He knew his friend's character very well.
Erin frowned and slapped away Baker's claws, showing that she didn't believe what Baker said.
but……
"Click!"
On the big TV screen, the spokesperson of the New York FBI Press Office had held an emergency press conference at the Federal Building.
at the reception.
The blond, beautiful, and long-legged young news spokesperson told the reporters attending the reception in a serious and serious tone that the murderer of the attack on the Merrick Medical Group Building this afternoon had been found.
It was a brazen attack launched by a dynamic organization in Hell's Kitchen called "Naughty Tiger" in order to obtain the latest patented invention of Merrick Medical Group, which is a gene therapy machine.
Half an hour ago, the FBI raided [Naughty Tiger's] stronghold in Hell's Kitchen and found a map of the Merrick Group's buildings and President Merrick's itinerary for the past few days.
During the battle, [Naughty Tiger] not only did not surrender, but launched a brazen attack on the FBI. Especially due to the intensity of the battle, the FBI used large-scale weapons in order to avoid losses.
Although the three identified masterminds died in the crossfire, several [Naughty Tiger members] were willing to be tainted witnesses after being interrogated by the FBI.
As for the body that the staff of the Merrick Group said was not there one second but appeared the next second, after analysis by federal psychologists, most of the staff of the Merrick Group are white-collar workers, and the work mode of 007 often appears when they are nervous. Hallucinations are normal.
at last.
The beautiful press spokesperson quoted the words of the New York Federal Director, that is, the FBI is confident and capable of maintaining federal order, peace and stability.
Finished.
Baker pressed down the remote control in his hand, then stretched out his right hand and raised his eyebrows at Erin, who was not far away.
Eileen couldn't come back to her senses for a long time.
This was not what she heard about the FBI when she was in the Chicago Police Department.
Although the people in the police station hate the FBI who sometimes comes to snatch cases, it is undeniable that if they can be transferred from the police station to the FBI, it will be a promotion for them and a huge breakthrough in their careers. progress.
Erin came back to her senses, opened her mouth and looked at Baker: "How..."
With a smile on his face, Baker moved his right hand: "Give me the money first."
Erin rolled her eyes, took out her wallet from behind her butt, looked at it, then looked up at Baker and said, "I don't have Franklin anymore."
"Not one?"
"Before I came here, I gave Nadia two thousand. When I got here, I basically didn't spend much money, and then I forgot to take it out."
"...How many do you have?"
"There's only one Grant left."
"also!"
"..."
Baker stood up, took the fifty-dollar knife handed over by Erin, folded it and put it in his pocket, then picked up a green bean on the plate with a fork.
Boiled mung beans with salt and pepper taste just like seasoning, but they are healthier.
Baker missed Barbara very much at this time.
At least the dinner Barbara cooked contained beef, and although Nova could also cook, she mainly focused on vegetables.
Andy and her two men, Nicky and Joe, were also eating together. To be honest, they often hung out in third countries, so it was probably a long time since they had had dinner in such a high-end and magnificent home.
After dinner.
Baker thought for a while, then walked to the terrace and called Barbara, who should be in Washington at the moment.
If Barbara didn't come back and had this kind of dinner for three days in a row, Baker would probably be thinking of killing her.
The call is connected.
"Hello."
"where?"
"Washington."
"When are you coming back?"
"Back to where?"
"……New York!"
"New York is big."
"……my home."
"Why should I go back to your house?"
"..."
Baker took a deep breath. Sure enough, dealing with women requires a lot of strategy. He shouldn't take the initiative to make this call: "820 Fifth Avenue."
Barbara on the other side of the phone smiled. At this time, an agent came out of the conference room and shouted. Barbara put down the phone and said something to the agent, and then said: "Give me I have to finish what I’m looking for, it won’t be that fast, it will be good to go back at the end of the year, be good, do you think Nova’s cooking is not delicious?”
Baker: "..."
Baker listened to the slightly smiling voice on the phone and opened his mouth: "It's not a question of whether Nova's food is delicious or not."
"what is that?"
"I'm a carnivore."
"I see, the herbivore type doesn't have as powerful an attack as you, but unfortunately, I have to hang up. I'm very busy recently. Maybe you can come to Washington, as long as you don't stage the third attack and three flying Just pretend to be a drama."
"……never mind."
"goodbye."
"goodbye."
Baker hung up the phone.
Going to Washington to mix up SHIELD and HYDRA in order to have a meal of pastrami that was said to be the specialty of Barbara's Texas grandmother?
Baker refused.
The next second.
Baker repeatedly used his right hand and took out the Zaun Fury Beast Warwick Blood Tracking Talisman.
Get the tracker.
It's cold, and it also has a bit of a wolf's breath.
"use!"
"Following Josie Michael."
"Using!"
"Used successfully!"
The Zaun Angry Beast Warwick Blood Tracking Talisman in his hand began to decay and turned into ashes, and then, the ashes began to slowly spin in the palm of his hand.
Not long after.
A mini tornado formed from ashes appeared in Baker's hand.
A tornado roared through.
Immediately afterwards.
A blood-red line suddenly appeared in the tornado, and then, the tornado gradually disappeared and turned into a federal map composed of ashes.
The red line connects from the direction of New York to another direction.
Baker looked and memorized the last position of the red line.
Return to the study.
Baker opened the satellite map and found the location where the red line had just been connected.
Arizona, Tucson, Rio Rico?
A desert border town near Mexico?
Baker touched his chin. Indeed, such a small town was very suitable for Uriel to house his army of sons and daughters.
Thinking.
Baker took out his phone, found a phone number and dialed it.
Half an hour later.
Baker went downstairs and walked toward a few people who seemed to be having a tea party in the living room. He walked out the door and said, "Don't wait for me."
Nova looked up and asked, "Aren't you coming back?"
Baker opened the door without looking back: "I'm on a business trip. I'll be back in a few days."
Finished.
There was a bang.
Baker closed the door from the outside.
There are mushrooms at the door of the house. Even if a group of people comes, they will probably overturn. And this time, Baker not only placed mushrooms at the door of the house, but also placed mushrooms on the porch after entering.
so……
There is no need to worry about the safety of Nova and Irene. Besides, there are three free bodyguards at home who are top-notch in fighting skills.
Go downstairs.
A limousine was waiting at the door.
The attendant in the lobby of Apartment 820 looked at Baker who came out of the apartment, adjusting his sleeves, and opened the back seat of the car: "Mr. Morton."
Baker hummed and got in the car.
The attendant closes the door.
The driver drives.
Half an hour later.
Located somewhere in Manhattan at a private airport not open to the public, a Gulfstream business jet took off directly into the sky.
the next day.
Baker had a good sleep on the private plane. When he got off the plane, a staff member who had already picked up a Chevrolet car had been waiting there for a long time.
Baker took the keys and got in the car.
launch.
Then after tinkering with the navigation system, we headed towards this time's destination, the desert border town Rio Rico.
The town does not have an airport.
Therefore, the business plane of Apartment Management Company No. 820 landed at Tucson Airport. There is still about two hundred kilometers from Tucson to Rio Rico.
on the way.
Baker opened the car window and lit a cigarette for himself. Although Rio Rico was relatively remote, there was still an interstate highway connecting it.
So don't worry about anything else, just step on the accelerator and blast past it, and that's it.
Quick victory.
Two hours later, Baker, who regretted not bringing a driver, finally saw Rio Rico's sign on the side of the road.
ten minutes later.
A typical western desert town, inferior to even third-tier towns in third countries, appeared in Baker's sight along with the yellow sand.
Baker reduced his speed.
Not because there is no one, but because there seem to be too many people in this town to be a small town.
It's a scam!
Baker raised his eyebrows, turned directly to a side road, and then stopped the car after driving about ten kilometers.
The moment he got off the car, he took the bamboo dragonfly with him, and then directly entered the state of [Incoming Void], flying into the air and turning Leo Rico.
On the one hand, western towns like this have been eliminated in today's modernization process, and the total population of the town does not exceed a thousand people at most.
This is still the largest town with various tourism options. Compared to ordinary towns, the population is no more than 600.
After all, is it a joke to say that there are few adults in the West?
But here?
It is also a desert town, and it is close to Mexico. Logically speaking, the population should not exceed 500 at most.
but……
Baker, who flew directly into the sky, looked at the number of people active in the town. Although he did not count, Baker was sure that it was at least more than five hundred.
Are they all children of Uriel?
Baker's eyelids twitched. At this moment, a message from a friend in the FBI arrived.
Take out your phone.
"Brynn Kozak, female, 30 years old, from Tucson, Arizona, orphan, parents unknown."
"..."
Baker raised his eyebrows, looked at this information, and then thought of his family history, then thought of the history of angels, and then thought of a certain possibility.
Talk.
Could it be that Dr. Kozak, who was shot in the head by her before, was both Uriel's wife and Uriel's daughter?
Jesus God.
Thinking about it carefully, this possibility is not impossible, but it is only possible. After all, it was out of deterrence that Kozak was not given a chance to react and his soul was destroyed.
So the probability of Buzak being a descendant of angels is 50-50.
Baker tends to be.
Think about it.
Baker took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, a blood-red line started from him and spread crookedly toward somewhere.
Keep up.
Not long after.
Baker saw a dilapidated windmill. The windmill was so dilapidated that he probably didn't even want to collect the rags. Next to the windmill, there was a wilderness bar with the characteristics of a dramatic desert town.
Blood lines spread into it.
Baker found an inconspicuous corner and landed. Then, the moment he emerged from the invisibility state, it was not the black-haired, ordinary Hero Moulton who appeared, but Hero Moulton's brother, who had a long hair. Blonde, decadent style Constantine Moulton.
"my name……"
"It's called Constantine!"
Baker tried his accent, and after adjusting to a thick London accent, he smiled to himself and walked towards the shabby bar.
…
Jingle Bell!
When Baker opened the door, he realized that this was not a bar. It looked like a bar, but in fact it was an ordinary fast food restaurant.
Come in.
Standing inside the checkout counter was a woman with blond curly hair, a swollen belly, and about four or five months of pregnancy. She looked up at Baker, who was standing at the door wearing a cowboy hat, but wearing a casual suit and leather shoes.
The restaurant is a bit large, but it's only around ten o'clock in the morning, so there are only a dozen small town locals sitting in the restaurant.
These locals paid attention to Baker when he came in.
Baker also looked around and showed his friendly smile.
It is still unknown whether these people are purely innocent, so Baker said he must stick to his principles.
Approach the service desk.
A smile appeared on the corner of Baker's mouth, he pressed the bell on the stage, and then spoke to the blond girl Joe... who had changed her appearance and was even pregnant.
The Josie in his memory was dead and looked different. Josie was barren.
A thick and authentic London accent.
"Hello, I'd like to order something."
"……certainly."
An ordinary-looking blond woman came back to her senses, closed the cash register, and walked over: "What do you want to order?"
Baker said, "Is there any bourbon?"
The blonde woman's eyes changed inadvertently, after all, bourbon? This was someone's favorite in the blonde's memory.
"Ahem!"
Sitting in the restaurant, wearing a security uniform, a man in his forties or fifties with a beard and a belly who should be the local police chief of the town stood up and tapped the badge on his chest towards Baker: "Sir, I can see Can you give me your ID?"
"cannot!"
"……Feel sorry."
The police chief was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't quite hear it clearly. Are young people these days so aggressive? I'm the police chief.
but.
Just when the police chief was about to ask another question.
Baker looked at the blonde woman inside and shook his head lightly: "Forget it, role-playing or undercover work is not suitable for me at all."
Say it.
Baker stretched out his hands, and dark magic surged instantly.
Press with both hands instantly.
boom!
Click!
The entire restaurant was instantly resounded with the sound of gears, and with the rumbling sound, the restaurant was quickly dismembered and reassembled like pieces of a mold.
Not long after.
The restaurant folded directly into a square and rolled to one side. As for everyone in the restaurant, all the people in the restaurant were exposed.
Baker's appearance returned to his true self, the blond, handsome and majestic Baker Morton.
The next second.
Baker moved towards the service desk without blocking him. Chi Guoguo stood in front of him with a changed appearance, but the trace of blood fell on the blonde woman's head. Her tone was cold and without any emotion: "Hello, it's been a long time... ...This must be the first time we meet, are you ready to die?"
Death may come late.
but……
Will never be absent!
The blonde's eyes shrank when Baker revealed his true identity.
There was a bang.
The blond woman ran towards the back quickly, and bang, in an instant, the angel wings came out instantly, and the female angel's weapons instantly covered the blond woman.
"kill him!"
When the blonde woman took to the air and prepared to run away, she roared at the dozen locals on the ground, but they were actually descendants of Uriel.
The sergeant closest to Baker struck first.
but.
"puff!"
"Bah!"
A big head instantly flew into the air. Baker held the Daxia Dragon Bird Knife in a sword dance, and directly revealed the missing self-gem with one hand.
Queyi's self-gem shined brightly, and without looking back, Baker struck back with another knife, directly cutting off the soul head of the police sergeant.
look up.
Baker looked at the blond woman who had flown to the border of the mirror space, and slowly walked towards the dozen or so people in front of her: "You'd better think about it quickly, what other reasons can prevent me from killing you."
Said.
Baker braked instantly, accompanied by the sound of the Iron-Blooded Swordsman's suit being put on. By the time Baker appeared in the crowd, the Predator was already out.
"The Infinite Sword Master Yi Plateau bloodline!"
"Turn on!"
There were bursts of sword light and screams.
Angel?
A group of people who don't even have wings. Apart from having the ability to live forever, their combat effectiveness is at best a piece of trash with the level of a SEAL.
There is some yarn for use.
five minutes later.
Baker broke away from the plateau bloodline mode and stood on the spot, slowly retracting the suit. What he saw were broken corpses.
This skill is really useful.
Thinking this, Baker seriously doubted whether Ancient One had used the Time Stone to peek into the future, and then in order to prevent Baker from making more and more noise, he simply did not pass on what Kama Taj was not allowed to teach unless he was a Supreme Mage. The secret mirror world was given to him.
The purpose is to prevent Baker from completely changing his job from an assassin of the assassination series to a master assassin of the unparalleled series.
The more Baker thought about it, the more likely he felt that it was possible. Otherwise, the Supreme Mage knew so many spells, such as the spark portal that drew a circle and let anyone do it, and the finger seals that were like a monkey hair with millions of them. The shape of Archon.
Why don't these two teach them, instead of teaching them a skill called Mirror World, which is actually a skill to beat a dog behind a closed door?
With this thought in mind, Baker looked up and looked at the blonde woman who was holding a scorching sword and striking at the edge of the mirror world, trying to break through and escape with a cold smile.
Want to break his mirror world.
Very simple.
When the attacker's power is strong enough to shatter the caster's maximum magic limit in one fell swoop, it's enough.
but……
Does the blonde have this ability?
Let alone the blond girl, Baker was sure that even Ancient One would not be able to break through Baker's mirror world without Master Ancient One borrowing the power of the dark dimension.
Don't forget where Baker got his magic.
Her Majesty Queen Syndra, the Head of Darkness!
As the head of darkness, Her Majesty Queen Sindra can be said to be the darkness, but she is not dark, because Her Majesty Queen Sindra controls the darkness instead of submitting to it.
See, absolute control!
The queen is the queen after all, and she speaks so domineeringly.
On the continent of Valoran, the only one who can compete with Queen Syndra is the Angel Queen Kyle.
Thinking.
Baker looked at the blonde who was still doing useless work, shook his head, and the Daxia Dragon Bird Sword in his right hand moved instantly.
hold high.
Swing.
Show no mercy! !
"Ah!"
"Come down!"
"boom!"
In an instant, after Baker instilled dark magic into the Daxia Dragon Bird Knife, the Dragon Bird Eye at the handle of the Dragon Bird Knife opened instantly.
The sword light appeared.
Coming roaring.
The blond woman on the horizon turned around subconsciously, and in an instant, the sword light shot out, accompanied by a scream.
The blonde, who had one of her wings cut off, instantly fell towards the ground.
boom!
…
