Jack? Graham methodically retied his tie and returned to the handsome, sunny agent, listening intently for a moment before driving the Chevrolet back on the road and continuing in the direction of Washington. To make up for the delay, he sped up and honked his horn at one of the FBI agents who had been overtaken.

Jack is in a very good mood, although he doesn't need to eat to replenish his strength, but he has always been unable to resist the temptation of delicious youthful food, especially the kind of fresh vitality and moving emotions, which fascinates him.

So occasionally, he will not refuse the prey sent to the door.

Half an hour later, Black Copache arrived at Adams Morgan (adams_man) at the intersection of 18th Street and Columbia Road on Washington's Northwest Side, which is filled with rows of houses built a century ago and repainted in bright colors in recent years.

This immigrant neighborhood of more than 40 different ethnic groups is secluded and sparsely populated during the day, just like any other Washington neighborhood. In the evenings, it's all lively, with exotic restaurants, bars and nightclubs that attract countless people who enjoy the nightlife.

Jack parked his car and walked to a blue-and-white building with a large porch with a small sign that read in bright red oil: Secret Ladder Club, non-members are not allowed to enter.

It seems to be an ordinary font, but it has a mysterious meaning, and people who are more timid are probably afraid to approach.

When Jack walked up to the porch, there seemed to be some kind of tacit understanding, the heavy door happened to open, and the big man guarding the door saluted respectfully. After he entered, he closed the door again, completely cutting off the bustle and human voices outside.

This unremarkable building on the outside has a hole on the inside, passing through the old corridors. Suddenly, you can see a spacious hall with a long circular bar counter occupying the center, surrounded by many luxurious sofas and chairs, sitting or lying, gathering tall and athletic men and women. It's just that his expression is more weird than ordinary people.

The naked, ** hostess walked through with wine, and the dancers who performed silently, and a vague and chaotic atmosphere came to the face.

To this club that he built himself, Jack? Graham was all too familiar to look around. Instead, he walked through the hall with a blank face and stepped up the staircase that snaked upwards at the bottom of the hall, and where he passed, all the men and women bowed respectfully, showing their incomparable dignity.

Ascending the circular staircase to the second floor, there is only a carved wooden door erecting deep in the hallway, which opens to reveal a lavish living room with ancient and mysterious paintings of gods and demons on the walls, and a huge fireplace burning in the fireplace. And the cadres who had been waiting in the living room all stood up and saluted respectfully:

"Lord Agaros!"

This is Special Agent Jack? Graham's real name is "Blood" Agaros.

This ancient name has wandered through the abyss for nearly a thousand epochs (1 epoch is equivalent to 127 years), and has witnessed countless wars, rises and falls. Now the underground world that has appeared in Washington has only been two or three years, but it is already the most noble existence. The Lord who shall not be disobeyed.

In the living room in front of him, there were more than thirty demons, all of them hiding in Washington as humans. Among them were three members of Congress, the assistant chief of the Washington Police Department, key figures in key departments such as the Pentagon, as well as individual gang leaders. It has penetrated almost every aspect.

What if Jocelyn? McCaskey is also here, and may understand why he capsized in the gutter. The Philadelphia jobs proposal failed. Because Republican Congressman Turner, who squeezed her out? Marbury also appeared in this weird club - with superhuman energy and all kinds of weird methods, how could there be a lack of a way to overthrow the whip of the female party.

"Ralph can't make it for the time being. He was out on a mission. ”

The report is reported by Sarixia, a middle-aged man with a calm appearance, whose human identity is the chief agent of the chief prosecutor's office of the Ministry of Justice and the confidant of the chief prosecutor.

Ralph was a CIA operative who often traveled around the world, which Jack had anticipated and didn't care. A body in a fiery red tight long skirt threw himself into his arms, as soft as boneless, his eyes were hot and seductive, this is a super stunner, any man sees it, it is enough to be ignited in his heart, fascinated by it, and willing to give everything.

"I found a fresh face."

"Oh? Dear Siffany, it must be a powerful new kind that makes your heart sprout, otherwise how could you bring it up? Agaros smiled and caressed her cheek. The red-clothed Siffany's face changed slightly, she knew that although this powerful lord was always smiling, he was actually violent and cruel far better than ordinary demons, so she could only gently stretch out her dexterous tongue and lick Agaros's lips, and said charmingly:

"It's just an ordinary character, but from him, I feel the breath of soul remembering."

Agaros stopped what he was doing, and the pupils of his eyes were slightly red:

"Interesting, can you help me invite this kid to come up and talk? Siffany. ”

On the bottom floor of the club, Clyde sat alone in a corner, seemingly relaxed but cautiously observing the club. Since his assignment to Washington, his snooping skills have been put to good use, and Rig simply made him resident in this political center, forming a city-wide news network and trying to obtain more useful information.

Clyde soon stumbles upon this stronghold of the same kind, which warns him that it will be difficult for the demons to gather without a powerful person in charge. In this club, called the Hidden Staircase, only demons can enter, and the demons inside are not as cautious and careful to hide their aura as they are in the outside world, and Clyde can clearly sense that there are many strong characters.

He didn't expect that he was already a very low-key himself, and he was targeted by Siffany for the first time, a witch who is good at keen perception. He is extremely sensitive to the aura of a strong soul in Clyde's body.

So when Clyde found that the witch with an obviously unusual status was walking straight towards him, he already felt that it was not good, but he was helpless, because there were multiple powerful auras locking him at almost the same time, and he had lost the initiative.

In such a situation. Obviously, revolting is not a good option.

"I didn't do anything against the rules, did I?"

Clyde suppressed his uneasiness and looked coldly at this extremely enchanting woman, although the guys around him had been fascinated by her, but they didn't dare to show covetous eyes, which showed that they were definitely not the object to be messed with.

"There's an adult who wants to see you, please come with me."

The red-clothed Siffany put her hands lightly in front of her. The devil's figure was in full view, and the sexy lips spat out the words, and then turned and walked upstairs without giving him a chance to answer.

And Clyde, despite the hatred in his heart, did not dare to make any moves, so he could only follow behind her helplessly.

However, the closer you get to the second floor. He became more and more frightened, because in his senses, behind the seemingly ordinary carved wooden door, there were many powerful auras, and I am afraid that none of them would be inferior to himself, and he could engulf himself in it almost at any time.

The wooden door opened automatically, and Clyde stepped in, only to find a tall, handsome man smiling at him. But my heart sank. In his perception, he couldn't sense the man's breath at all, and the other party was clearly standing in front of him. But it didn't seem to exist at all, whether it was the smell, the sound, or the magnetic field, there was no trace of it, but the powerful ones around it were more eye-catching than the other.

He has only encountered a similar situation with Li Jie, what does this mean?

"You seem to be afraid of me?" Agaros stepped forward. He closed his eyes and sniffed slightly, then opened his eyes happily. "Don't worry. I have no interest in ants like you. However, I feel the breath of power in you. Which powerful being are you? ”

Clyde's face turned pale, and fine beads of sweat oozed from the pores of his forehead and ran down his cheeks. It is undoubtedly ridiculous that such a situation appears to a demon who can control himself to a high degree, but all the demons are not surprised, because no one can calmly face Agaros's gaze.

Even so, Clyde restrained his fear, gritted his teeth, and said, "Great existence, please forgive me for not being able to reveal the identity of the master. ”

"Bold!"

"Falsehood!"

"Demon, you have chosen to perish!"

The surging killing intent and aura of the demons swept in like a storm and waves, making Clyde even more difficult to resist, and he almost couldn't resist it, but he had to resist the impulse. The world of demons does not believe in weakness, and if you show your cowardice and retreat, it means that you are showing the key points and standing on the verge of being slaughtered.

On the contrary, Agaros did not show the slightest anger, but nodded suddenly in realization: "Ah, yes, yes. Of course, a loyal servant cannot casually reveal the identity of his master. ”

He stared at Clyde, then smiled meaningfully, walked to the desk at the back of the room, picked up the pen and began to write on letterhead.

Although it was only a few strokes, it took only a few tens of seconds for Clyde to sit on pins and needles, and for centuries, he fully tasted the torment of waiting.

Fortunately, soon, the witch Siffany carefully pinched the beautifully sealed envelope in her fingertips and handed it to him.

Agaros sat down in the central seat, untied his tie lightly, half-leaned on the armrest, and raised his hand gentlemanly: "Then be sure to convey my sincerity to the one, and perhaps he will know my name." ”

Clyde took the envelope and bowed his head: "Your will will surely bring to my Lord." ”

It wasn't until he walked out of the club that he let out a long breath, realizing that his muscles were still in a high degree of tension, and even the cement floor under his feet was unable to withstand the pressure, and it sank slightly, revealing clear cracks.

Clyde steadied and continued to walk dozens of meters without squinting, until he walked around the street, and then he had time to lift the envelope in his hand.

I saw a small round red mark printed on the seal, so thick that it was as dazzling as blood. (To be continued)