Bucharest is the capital of Romania, but also the economic and cultural center of the whole country, known as "Little Paris", it is located on the banks of the Danube tributary of the Dembovica River, the northern suburbs of the famous Bonyassa Forest, historically, this beautiful garden-like city, was the Ottoman Empire and Tsarist Russia and other European powers fiercely contested strategic points.

At Otopeni International Airport, Sean, wearing a leather jacket and sunglasses, walked out of the crowded hall with a tourist map in his hand, like a tourist. Behind him was the sturdy Mo Du, whose dark face was unsmiling, like a dutiful bodyguard.

"Where should we go now?" Mordo looked at the young man holding the tourist map and said in a low voice: "I know that Carrigan lives in a manor house on the outskirts of Bucharest, where there is a secret underground casino, and we can rush to it immediately. ”

Sean stared at the black mage with strange eyes, turned his head after a while, and said with a faint smile: "Then I won't get in your way." ”

"I booked the Hilton Garden Inn in the city center, the top suite, and was ready to take a break and enjoy a French dinner, and maybe a sightseeing tour of the Romanian People's Palace, which I heard was the second largest building in the world after the Pentagon, and it was worth seeing."

Mordo's eyes widened, and then a wave of anger swelled up, he rushed from the London Temple to Romania, not for a vacation, thinking of the many crimes he had witnessed in the documents, and the black mage who had been deeply influenced by Kama Taj was eager to rush to Carrigan's estate to execute the righteous judgment for God.

"Why do you mages always have muscles in their heads?"

Sean sighed helplessly, and said softly: "The London Temple sent a lot of mages and witchers before, why did they all return in vain, and some of them were reduced to food for the mouths of the blood clan and werewolves?" This is Carrigan's territory, a black area that the Templar forces can't reach, even if you are Rambo, if you act rashly, I am afraid that you will be beaten into a sieve. ”

Mordo frowned and thought for a moment, feeling that the young man had a point, Eastern Europe was a land of alien creatures, those expelled blood and werewolves, as well as angels and demons who walked the material world through human shells, they regarded this place as the last paradise, isolated from the monitoring of the temple forces, full of barbaric whirlpools, and sin and corruption emerging under the beautiful surface, which was undoubtedly an excellent soil for survival.

"So what are you going to do?" The only merit of a black mage is probably his willingness to listen to advice.

"Like I said, enjoy the best of the city and think of yourself as a tourist." Sean put away the tourist map, and a black Bentley was parked outside, which was the hotel's shuttle bus for the purpose of picking up and dropping off distinguished guests.

After a brief hesitation, Mordo chose to keep up with the young man, he had seen Sean's extraordinary talent in Kama Taj, and the Supreme Mage seemed to have reached some kind of subtle tacit understanding with the other party, in this seemingly peaceful city, if you were alone, you might not be able to deal with a bunch of vicious thugs and villains, not to mention the hidden Bloods and werewolves.

"I see, you want to wait until after dark to sneak into Carrigan's manor and capture that bastard who made a deal with the devil in one fell swoop!" Mordo, who got in the car, seemed to suddenly understand, suppressing the excitement in his heart.

Sean was quite speechless, it stands to reason that a mage should not add intelligence first? Why is this black mage from Kama Taj, an authentic academic school, full of recklessness and recklessness, similar to a berserker, no wonder the Supreme Mage finally chose Strange as his successor.

"Carrigan will find me on his own." He said lightly. "As the head of the city, he should know for the first time that a rich young man from New York is worried that he has no money in his pocket, and that the leader of a mercenary-turned-crime syndicate should not be stingy in providing me with warm service."

Looking at the dumbfounded black mage, the young man smiled and patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "As long as you have money, no matter which city you go to, you will be God." ”

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On the outskirts of Bucharest, a sprawling old manor house that is said to have once been the residence of an Ottoman nobleman, was bought by Carrigan and converted into a heavily guarded base after Romania had been freed from a long period of foreign rule.

Even in the daytime, heavily armed gangsters can be seen patrolling back and forth, not afraid of being spotted, and Bucharest, known as the City of Joy, is almost their territory, and the mayors of the six districts are frequent visitors, even the national police will not intrude at will.

And the big people behind them are far more than that, what really serves as Carrigan's backer is a hidden existence that is unimaginable to ordinary people, those so-called immortals sit behind the scenes, covering up their own traces, in fact, the whole of Eastern Europe is a paradise of blood and werewolves, they infiltrate the top of the country, control government power, and can easily cause huge turmoil.

As Sean guessed, behind the huge chain of interests, it will definitely not be as simple as a mercenary-born criminal group leader, and a few gangsters with private arms, what really controls the overall situation are the alien creatures that often appear in film and television dramas, they are entrenched in this chaotic place where order collapses, and they dare not go beyond the thunder pool of the temple, and they can only slowly develop their power and reproduce the race through this kind of covert operation.

"Did you find that?"

As the head of the land, Carrigan was furious at this time, he swept the things on the table, his eyes spewed boiling anger, he grabbed one of his subordinates by the collar, and asked viciously.

"For the time being...... No. ”

After hearing his man's trembling reply, Carrigan calmed down, he let go of the other's collar, and straightened it with his hands, and changed the face of the owl to a gentle smile, but this abrupt change made his men feel even more frightened.

"Throw it into the club tonight, those elites are tired of abusing and killing ordinary people, it's time to give them something fresh." The ruthless former mercenary waved his hand, letting the two big men next to him drag the ineffective subordinate out.

Wails and pleas for mercy echoed over the manor, but no one would come to save him, it was a living hell that even demons admired, and endless sin and blood piled up into untold riches.

"Keep sending someone to find it, I'm going to see that and Danny tomorrow morning, the big customer has already been designated, if I don't see anyone, I'll be very unlucky, and you'll only be more unlucky." Carrigan twitched his nose, and his pale face combined with a gloomy look made his men tremble.

They had seen with their own eyes that the moody boss threw a Ukrainian girl who tried to escape from three floors and then threw it to the werewolf in the iron cage for food, and the list of similar brutality was too numerous to mention.

Carrigan withdrew from his men and lay down on the large couch, his godless eyes swelling with a strong longing, and like an addict, he took out a delicate iron box from his pocket with trembling hands, and took out a reagent with a flowing scarlet liquid, and plunged it directly into the veins of his arm.

His body trembled a few times like an electric shock, and his listless pale face suddenly rose with a blood, feeling the power surging in his body, and Carrigan smiled with satisfaction.

"These vampire stuff really work." The former mercenary leader threw away the needle in his hand, his eyes full of strong ambition, "It's even more enjoyable than drugs, as long as it can be mass-produced, it is far more promising than now!" ”

"But before we do, we have to find Nadya's little and her bastard." Carrigan's mouth was full of foul language, and he couldn't help but shudder at the thought of the old man who called himself "Mephisto."

One of the well-known drawbacks of trading with demons is that when you don't complete your mission, the end will be miserable.

The reason why this former mercenary leader was able to climb to the entire position now is not unrelated to the old man with mysterious powers, otherwise where would the blood clan and werewolves look down on a small role like themselves, as the spokesperson of the demon, Carrigan easily obtained a huge wealth unimaginable to ordinary people, but he was also reduced to a puppet.

"the devil!" He cursed fiercely in his heart.