Do you think that if you send two of them, you can let me choose one of the two and use one of the magic objects left, and I will use it?

Hehe.

I, Baker Raphael Morton, have been able to come from scratch to where I am today, all because of my extraordinary ability and excellent quality.

Plug?

Spoiler?

It's just the icing on the cake, not the so-called charcoal in the snow.

Unless you give me two more.

Plug-in: "......"

Baker thought so in his heart, guessing the mental activity of the plug-in at this moment, and at this moment, Irene's voice sounded below.

Downstairs.

I happened to meet Erin on the second floor of the spiral staircase, who was running up in a hurry.

Erin was stunned for a moment when she saw this, and then said in a low voice: "Brother, you did the matter over there in Merrick Mansion?" ”

Baker glanced at Erin, "Is there any evidence?" ”

Erin shook her head.

Baker nodded and went downstairs: "Then it's not me." ”

This is a modern civilized society, and the conviction of people is based on evidence, do you think that by relying on relationships, I will say that I have recruited it truthfully?

Erin was in a trance.

Good for a while.

Erin turned around and followed Baker downstairs: "The director is angry, in broad daylight, Lang Lang, and it is still in Manhattan, the director said, solve the case in three days and give an explanation to the citizens of New York." ”

Baker sighed.

Erin thought for a moment and whispered, "Are you sure you didn't leave any evidence?" ”

Baker paused, looked down and sighed.

Oh my stupid sister, although you have not been short of law enforcement agencies, but, Chicago, oh, the country place, has no knowledge at all.

Baker turned around and looked at Erin after a moment's thought, "Let's make a bet?" ”

Erin was slightly stunned: "What? ”

Now I'm talking about the FBI getting angry, did you leave any evidence, and if so, I was trying to figure out how to clean things up, why did the topic suddenly turn to betting?

"I bet ......"

Baker smiled slightly, looked at the time of the watch in his hand and said: "It's half past five in the afternoon, and I'll bet that before eight o'clock tonight, the FBI will announce that the murderer has been arrested and the case will be closed." ”

Erin felt a little unscientific: "How is that possible? ”

Baker reached out and stroked Erin's head, looked at Erin's somewhat confused expression, and the corners of his mouth arced: "This society is still very sinister, remember, in the future, in the bureau, talk less and do less, the less you do, the less you are wrong, this is the way of survival for law enforcement agencies in New York." ”

He knew too well what his friend's personality was.

Erin frowned and slapped Baker's claws away, indicating that she didn't believe Baker's words.

But......

"Click!"

On the big TV screen, a spokesman for the FBI press office in New York was already holding an emergency press conference at the Federal Building.

At the reception.

The blonde, beautiful, long-legged young news spokeswoman 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 has been found.

It is a brazen attack by a dynamic organization called "Naughty Tigers" in Hell's Kitchen in order to obtain Merrick Medical Group's latest patented invention, which is a gene therapy machine.

Half an hour ago, the FBI raided the Naughty Tiger's stronghold in Hell's Kitchen, and found a map of the Merrick Group building and President Merrick's itinerary for the past few days.

In the course of the battle, instead of surrendering, the [Naughty Tiger] brazenly launched an attack on the FBI, especially the intensity of the fighting, and the FBI used large-scale weapons in order to avoid losses.

Although the three masterminds who have been identified died in the course of the firefight, several [Naughty Tiger members] are willing to be tainted witnesses after being interrogated by the FBI.

As for what the Merrick Group staff said was not there in the last second, the corpse that appeared in the next second After the analysis of federal psychologists, most of the staff of the Merrick Group are white-collar workers, and it is normal for 007's work mode to hallucinate when they are nervous.

At last.

The beautiful press spokesman paraphrased the words of the New York Federal Commissioner, that is, the FBI has the confidence and ability to maintain order and peace and stability in the Federation.

After speaking.

Baker squeezed the remote control off his hand, then stretched out his right hand and raised an eyebrow at Erin, who was not far away.

Erin couldn't come back to her senses for a long time.

When she was at the Chicago Police Department, she heard that the FBI wasn't like that.

Although the people at the police station hate the FBI who sometimes comes to rob cases, it is undeniable that if they can be transferred from the police department to the FBI, it will be a promotion for them and a huge career advancement.

Erin came back to her senses and opened her mouth to look at Baker: "What......"

Baker smiled and moved his right palm: "Give the money first." ”

Erin rolled her eyes, pulled her purse from behind her ass, looked at it, then looked up at Baker and said, "I don't have Franklin anymore." ”

"Not a single one?"

"Before I came, I gave Nadia 2,000, and when I got here, I basically didn't spend much money, and then I forgot to take it."

“…… So how many do you have? ”

"There's only one Grant left."

"That's fine!"

“……”

Baker got up, took the fifty dollar knife that Erin handed him, folded it and put it in his pocket, and then picked up a green bean from the plate with a fork.

Boiled mung beans with salt and pepper taste only seasoning, but it is better than health.

Baker missed Barbara a lot at this time.

At least Barbara's dinner has beef in it, and Nova, although she can also cook rice, is mainly vegetable.

Andy and her two men, Nicky and Joe, were also eating alongside, and to be honest, they often mingled in third countries, and it had been a long time since they had dinner in such an upscale and palatial home.

After dinner.

Baker thought about it, walked over to the terrace, and called Barbara, who was supposed to be in Washington right now.

If Barbara doesn't come back and eats dinner like this for three days in a row, Baker will probably have the intention of cutting people.

The phone is connected.

"Hey."

"Where?"

"Washington."

"When will you be back?"

"Where?"

“…… New York! ”

"New York is big."

“…… My home. ”

"Why am I going back to your house?"

“……”

Baker took a deep breath, and sure enough, dealing with women requires strategy, and he shouldn't have taken the initiative to make this call: "820 Fifth Avenue." ”

Barbara on the other side of the phone smiled, and at this time, an agent walked out of the conference room and shouted, Barbara put down the phone and said to the agent immediately, and then said: "What you found for me, I have to finish it, it's not so fast, it's good to go back at the end of the year, good, don't you think the food made by Nova is not delicious?" ”

Baker: "......"

Baker listened to the voice on the phone with a hint of laughter, and opened his mouth: "Nova's food is not a question of whether it is good or not. ”

"What's that?"

"I'm a carnivore."

"I can see it, the herbivore department doesn't have such a strong attack power as you, but it's a pity, I'm going to hang up, I've been very busy lately, maybe you can come to Washington, just don't stage the third strong attack on Sanfei."

“…… Never mind. ”

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Baker hung up.

In order to eat a meal of pastrami, which is said to be the exclusive family of Barbara's grandmother in Texas, she went to Washington to mix Aegis and Hydra?

Baker refused.

The next second.

Beck repeated his right hand and took out the Zuan Fury Beast Warwick Blood Tracker.

Trackers.

It's cold, and it has the smell of a wolf.

"Use!"

"Track down Josie Michael."

"In use!"

"Success!"

The Zaun Wrath Beast Warwick Blood Tracker in his hand began to decay and turn to ash, and then the ashes began to slowly spin in the palm of his hand.

Not much.

A miniature tornado of ashes appeared in Baker's hand.

A tornado roared and swept through.

Followed by.

A blood-red line abruptly appeared in the tornado, and then, the tornado gradually disappeared into a map of the Federation made of ashes.

The red line leads from New York to the other direction.

Baker looked and remembered where the red line was last hooked.

Back to the study.

Baker opened the satellite map and found the location where the red line had just been hooked.

Riolico Rico, Tucson, Arizona?

A desert border town near Mexico?

Baker touched his chin, indeed, a town like this would be a good place for Uriel to house his army of sons and daughters.

Thinking.

Baker pulled out his phone, found a phone number and dialed it.

Half an hour later.

Baker went downstairs and said to the group of people who seemed to be having a tea party in the living room, and as he walked towards the door, "Don't wait for me. ”

Nova looked up and asked, "You're not coming back?" ”

Baker opened the door without looking back: "On a business trip, I'll be back in a few days." ”

After speaking.

Bang.

Baker closed the door from the outside.

There are mushrooms at the door of the house, even if a team of people comes, it is estimated that the car will overturn, and this time, Baker not only put the mushrooms in front of the house, but also put the mushrooms in the entrance after coming in.

So......

Nova and Erin don't have to worry about their safety, besides, there are three first-class bodyguards at home who don't need money.

Downstairs.

A limousine was already waiting at the door.

The attendant in the lobby of apartment 820, looking at Baker, who came out of the apartment and straightened his cuffs, opened the back seat of the car: "Mr. Morton." ”

Baker hummed and got into the car.

The attendant closes the door.

The driver drives.

Half an hour later.

In a private airport somewhere in Manhattan that is not open to the public, a Gulfstream business jet takes straight into the air.

The next day.

Baker slept beautifully on the private jet and stepped out of the plane, where a staff member who had already fetched a Chevrolet had been waiting there for a long time.

Baker took the keys and got into the car.

Launch.

After tinkering with the navigation system, it was time to head towards the desert border town of Riolico, which was the destination this time.

There is no airport in the town.

So, the business plane of Condominium 820 Management Company landed at Tucson Airport, a distance of about 200 kilometers from Tucson to Riorico.

On the way.

Baker opened the window and lit a cigarette for himself, although Riorico is relatively remote, it is connected by an intercontinental highway.

So don't worry about anything else, just kick the throttle, blast it over and you're done.

Quick.

Two hours later, Baker, who regretted not bringing a driver, finally saw the Riorico sign on the side of the road.

Ten minutes later.

A typical western desert town, which is not even as good as the third-tier cities in the third country, appeared in Baker's sight along with yellow sand.

Baker slowed down.

It's not because there's no one, it's because the people in this town seem to be a little bit like the number of people in the town.

There is fraud!

Baker raised an eyebrow, turned straight to a fork in the road next to him, and then drove about ten kilometers before stopping.

At the moment of getting off the bus, the bamboo dragonfly was brought on, and then directly entered the state of [Void Attack], and took off to turn Riorico in the air.

On the other hand, this kind of western town has been eliminated in the current process of modernization, and the total population of the town does not exceed 1,000 people.

This is still the largest, with all kinds of small towns that can be traveled, and ordinary towns, with a population of no more than six hundred.

After all, is the saying that there are few adults in the West a joke?

But here?

It's a desert town, and it's close to Mexico, so it stands to reason that it should have a population of no more than five hundred.

But......

Beck, who flew directly into the sky, looked at the number of people in the town, and although he didn't count, Baker was sure that it was at least more than five hundred.

Are they all the children of Uriel?

Baker's eyelids jumped, and just then, a message from an FBI friend arrived.

Pull out your phone.

"Bryn Kozak, female, 30 years old, native of Tucson, Arizona, orphan, parents unknown."

“……”

Baker raised an eyebrow, looked at the information, then thought of his own family history, then thought of the history of angels, and then thought of a possibility.

Saying.

This Dr. Kozak, who was shot in the head by her before, can't be both Uriel's wife and then Uriel's daughter?

Jesus God.

If you think about it carefully, it's not impossible, but it's just a possibility, after all, it was out of deterrence at that time to directly not give Kozak a chance to react and destroy her soul.

So the probability of Buzak being a descendant of angels is five to five.

Baker tended to be.

Think about it.

Baker took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, a blood-red line spread crookedly towards a certain place, starting from himself.

Come on.

Not much.

Baker saw a dilapidated windmill, the windmill was so dilapidated that he probably didn't even want to collect the rags, and next to the windmill was a wilderness bar with the characteristics of a sharp desert town.

Bloodlines spread into it.

Baker found an inconspicuous corner and landed, and then, at the moment of breaking out of invisibility, it was not the black-haired, ordinary Jairo Moulton who appeared, but Jairo Moulton's older brother, with blonde hair and a decadent Constantin Moulton.

"My name ......"

"It's called Konstantin!"

Baker tried his accent, adjusted to a thick London accent, smiled to himself, and walked towards the shabby bar.

……

Jingle bells!

When Baker opened the door, he realized that this was a bar, a bar that looked like a bar, but was actually an ordinary fast-food restaurant.

Door.

Standing inside the cash register, a woman with curly blond hair and a small belly, about four or five months pregnant, looked up at Baker, who was wearing a cowboy hat but a casual suit and leather shoes.

The restaurant is a bit large, but it's only past 10 o'clock in the morning, so there are more than a dozen locals in the restaurant.

The natives saluted Baker as he entered.

Baker also looked around and smiled his friendly.

It is not yet known if these people are pure innocents, so Baker said that he would stick to his principles.

Approach the help desk.

A smile appeared on the corner of Baker's mouth, and he pressed the bell on the table, and then turned to Joe, who was even pregnant inside...... The blonde spoke.

The Josie in his memory was dead, and the appearance was different, and Josie was barren.

A thick and authentic London accent.

"Hello, I want to order a meal."

“…… Of course. ”

There was an ordinary-looking blonde woman who came back to her senses, turned on the cash register, and walked over: "What to order?" ”

Baker said, "Does Bourbon have it?" ”

The blonde's eyes changed inadvertently, after all, Bourbon? This is someone's favorite in the Blonde's memory.

"Ahem!"

Sitting in the dining room, wearing a security uniform, a man in his forties and fifties who should be a local sheriff in the town, with a beard and a small belly, got up and nodded the badge on his chest towards Baker: "Sir, can I take a look at your ID?" ”

"Can't!"

“…… I'm sorry. ”

The sheriff was slightly stunned and seemed to have not heard too clearly, are young people like this now, but I am the sheriff.

But.

Just as the sheriff was about to ask another question.

Baker looked at the blonde woman inside and shook his head lightly: "Forget it, role-playing or undercover or something is not suitable for me at all." ”

Let's talk about it.

Baker's hands stretched out, and the dark magic surged endlessly.

Hands pressed instantly.

Rumble!

Click!

The whole restaurant instantly resounded with the sound of gears, accompanied by a rumbling sound, and the restaurant quickly dismembered and reassembled like a piece of mold.

Not much.

The dining room folded into a square and rolled to the side, revealing all the occupants inside.

Baker's appearance was restored to his real form, the blonde, handsome, and majestic Baker Morton.

The next second.

Baker changed his appearance towards the blonde woman who was standing in front of him without the help desk, but the blonde whose blood line fell on her head had a cold tone and no emotion: "Hello, it's been a long time...... It's the first time we're meeting, you, are you ready to die? ”

Death may be late.

But......

Never be absent!

The blonde's eyes shrank the moment Baker revealed her true nature.

Bang.

The blonde ran quickly towards the back, and boom, in an instant, the angel's wings came out instantly, and the female angel's armament instantly covered the blonde woman.

"Kill him!"

The blonde roared at the dozen natives on the ground, but in fact they were all descendants of Uriel, as she was about to run away.

The sheriff closest to Baker was the first to strike.

But.

"Poof!"

"Whew!"

A good head took off in an instant, and Baker danced a knife flower with the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow Knife in his hand, and directly showed the missing self gem in one hand.

The missing self gem shone brightly, and Baker's backhand without looking back stabbed him again, directly chopping off the sheriff's soul head.

Rise.

Baker looked at the blonde woman who had flown to the edge of the mirror space, and walked slowly towards the dozen or so people in front of him: "You'd better think about it quickly, what else is there to give me a reason not to kill you." ”

said.

Baker braked instantly, accompanied by the sound of the Predator's suit, and by the time Baker appeared in the crowd, he was already a Predator.

"Infinite Sword Saint Yi Plateau Bloodline!"

"Turn on!"

There were bursts of swords and screams.

Angel?

A group that doesn't even have wings, and other than has the ability to live forever, at best its combat power is just a garbage of a seal soldier's stats.

There's a yarn for it.

Five minutes later.

Baker broke away from the plateau bloodline mode and stood in place, his suit slowly retracted, and when he saw it, there were all fragmented corpses.

It's a really useful skill.

Baker thought so, seriously doubting that the Ancient One had used the Time Stone to peek into the future again, and then in order to prevent Baker's movements from getting bigger and bigger, he simply gave him the Mirror World of the Unpassed Secret that Kama Taj was not allowed to teach by the Supreme Mage.

The purpose was to prevent Baker from completely changing from an assassin to a Master Assassin of the Musou line.

The more Baker thought about it, the more he felt that this was very possible, otherwise, the Supreme Mage would have so many spells, such as a spark portal that draws a circle and lets me go, and a finger seal that looks like a monkey hair in the shape of a thousand Aikon.

Why don't these two teach, but teach a skill called mirror world, which is actually a skill to beat the dog behind closed doors?

Baker thought so, looked up, and looked at the blonde woman holding the scorching sword to the edge of the mirror world, trying to break the escape, and smiled coldly.

Wants to break his mirror world.

Very simple.

When the attacker's power is so strong that it shatters the caster's maximum mana limit at once, it's fine.

But......

Does a blonde have what it takes?

Not to mention the blonde woman, Baker dared to be sure that even the Ancient One would not be able to break Beck's mirror world without borrowing the power of the dark dimension from the Ancient One.

Don't forget where Baker's magic came from.

Her Majesty Queen Sindra, the Dark Führer!

As the head of darkness, Her Majesty Queen Sindra can be said to be the darkness that is her, but she is not the dark, because Her Majesty Queen Sindra controls the darkness, not submits to it.

See, absolute control!

The queen is the queen after all, and she speaks so domineeringly.

On the Valoran continent, the only one who can compete with Queen Sindra is the angel queen Kyle.

Thinking.

Baker looked at the blonde woman who was still doing useless work, shook his head, and the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow Knife in his right hand moved instantly.

Aloft.

Swing.

Without mercy!!

"Huh!"

"Get down!"

"Boom!"

In an instant, after Baker instilled the magic of darkness and poured into the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow Knife, the Dragon Sparrow Eye at the handle of the Dragon Sparrow Knife instantly opened.

The sword appeared.

Whirring and coming.

The blonde woman on the edge of the sky subconsciously turned around, and in an instant, the knife burst out instantly, accompanied by a scream.

The blonde woman, who had one of her wings cut off directly, instantly fell to the ground.

Rumble!

……