Mexico, a country bordering the United States. Many people believe that the United States is a beautiful place, a paradise of freedom, and countless people flock to it. And if the United States is the 'paradise', then Mexico is the closest country to paradise.

The closest to heaven is not lucky. It's more like a misfortune, because no matter how close you are, you are not heaven.

The number of people who smuggle people into Mexico every year is innumerable, and Americans are torn apart by this. But no matter how severe the punishments, the smugglers continue to be smuggled.

Today, somewhere along the 3,169-kilometer U.S.-Mexico border, a skinny figure in red stood in front of the border power grid, head up.

In the years when the border wall was not built, the power grid was the only obstacle to Mexicans, and hundreds of thousands of U.S. border guards guarded every year against all smuggling.

The wishes are wonderful.

The border where the man in red is located is desolate, and on the opposite side is the endless desolate desert Gobi. There is no difference between smuggling and death here.

Of course, this is for ordinary people, and the man in red is not an ordinary person.

His legs were slightly bent, and the man in red jumped up to the ground. The five- or six-meter-high border power grid jumped over with ease.

His face was blank, and the man in red had no expression after landing on the ground.

Run, tireless running. The man in red is like a perpetual motion machine, he never stops until he reaches his destination.

The sun rises and sets.

Finally, a highway appeared in front of his eyes. A straight road divides the desert in two. There was a highway sign on the side of the road, and the man in red stood under the sign, looking into the distance.

Follow the highway down. I don't know the time, but when it was close to noon, a small town finally appeared in front of me.

At the edge of town is a motel where a middle-aged man walks out, talking on the phone as he walks. When he walked to his car again, the middle-aged man found the man in red across the street.

His eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he said softly, "Damn."

"What's wrong, Charlie." On the phone, a gentle voice asked in surprise.

"Nothing, see a homeless man. Probably another guy who smuggled in. The middle-aged man said indignantly.

On the phone, a gentle voice said with some concern: "Forget it, don't meddle with things, these people are very dangerous."

"Got it." The middle-aged man replied with some displeasure, if it had been decades earlier, he would have sent these damn smugglers to the police station. It's all these guys who are causing the United States to become worse and worse at public order.

Still muttering, the middle-aged man walked to the car, opened the door and sat in, "Honey, I'm leaving, I won't say anything, I'll see you later." ”

On the other end of the phone, the woman said softly: "Well, be careful on the road, wait for you to come back."

"Well, love you."

"I love you too."

After hanging up the phone, the man was about to drive away, holding the steering wheel with both hands, when he suddenly thought of something and picked up the phone again.

"These damn stowaways don't know what those people at the border are doing." Muttering, the man dialed the phone.

"911, how can I help you?" On the phone, a young voice said.

The middle-aged man was a little indignant and said, "I found a stowaway, you can send someone over to deal with it."

"Okay, what's your location?"

"328 Vess Street, Red Roof Motel." The man said and looked into the rearview mirror of the car, his eyes frozen.

'What about people? The man in red, who had been across the street a second ago, was gone.

Just when the man was surprised, a figure suddenly appeared outside the car, and it was the man in red before.

"You...... What's ...... you?" the man was startled, and asked a little guiltily.

Before he finished speaking, a strange scarlet flashed in the eyes of the man in red outside the car.

"Bang~Bang~"

The glass shattered in an instant, and the man in red grabbed the man's throat with his right hand.

"Ahem~" The middle-aged man struggled desperately, but the other party's strength was completely unequal to his size. All his efforts were to no avail.

"Click!"

There was a crisp sound, and the man's throat was choked alive. In the moment before he lost consciousness, the middle-aged man's heart was full of chagrin, "I should have listened to Nicole and ignored him if I knew it." ’

Holding this remorseful thought, the man closed his eyes forever.

The man in red opened the car door and threw the man to the ground. The dove got into the car like a magpie's nest.

In the passenger seat, a hurried Q&A voice came from the man's mobile phone: "Sir, sir?" Are you still there? What happened? Mr?! ”

The redmi man's face was grim, he picked up the phone and pinched it casually. Phone smash. It looks like a broken eggshell.

Throwing the broken shell out of the window, the man in red started the car and walked off the road.

The road behind him was just a sign that clearly said - Los Angeles, 544 miles.

……

On the same endless road, a wild horse galloped.

"Master, six hours to go." Tourni said flatteringly.

"Hmm." Tang Shi responded, looking out the window is the highway scenery with American characteristics, the land is vast and sparsely populated.

Tang Shi and the others have been away from Los Angeles for a whole day, just driving aimlessly, where is the destination? Tourni didn't know anything, and Donshi only gave him instructions at every fork in the road.

Turni, who was confused, wanted to ask Tang Shi where he was going and what he was going to do. In the end, though, the words were held back in his throat.

There was another fork in the road ahead, and before Tourni could ask, Tang Shi said, "On the right."

"Yes, master." Tourny replied respectfully. The car pulled into the right lane, and the moment it staggered, Tourni memorized the words on the sign.

"Melonard, fifty miles ahead."

……

The glass beads in his hand reveal a colorful refracted light under the illumination of the light.

Of course, this is not a glass bead, this is a condensation of Elizabeth's soul. This is Tang Shi's trophy in Elizabeth's dream.

Elizabeth and Angela are powerful twin psionics, and they are the best props for demon reincarnation. In order for Mammon to be reborn, she must choose one of the two.

It's just that now Elizabeth's soul has been taken away, and Mammon can only choose Angela. And this is also the result of Tang Shi's deliberate actions.

Freddy obtains a page of the Book of Death, and in addition to gaining the ability to alter some of the laws of reality, he also acquires some dark magic, dark magic exclusive to demons.

Take control of the Demon Mark of Tourni, the Demon Funeral that repatriates Yuma, and the Demon Orb that strips Elizabeth of her soul. While Tang Shi has the identity of Freddy, he also has these black magics.

The Demon Spirit Bead can create a soul with the Tang Shi Demon Imprint, and everything in this soul will receive Tang Shi's left and right. Unlike the souls of ordinary demon temptations, the souls in the Demon Spirit Orb are more free.