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Rather than its dull exterior, the sanctuary is as clean as new in its traditional English structure, with precious mahogany accents reminiscent of the ancient aristocracy of centuries ago, and a spacious foyer with two curved mahogany staircases leading diagonally to the second floor.

Deep on the second floor, in a large, empty quiet room, Morton and Master Drum, the guardian of the New York Temple, sat cross-legged opposite each other.

"The time and place have been decided! Tomorrow night at twelve o'clock in Brooklyn! Master Drum's voice was deep, he pondered for a moment, put his left hand into his robe, and when he took it out again, he took out a crimson iron chain belt composed of iron bars, and said, "This Crimson Magic Belt of Setolak is one of my collection of magic weapons, and it can help you capture the person who cultivated the Field Decree." ”

Master Drum's expression was cautious, as a veteran mage, he knew what cruel magic was recorded in the "Field Decree", and it was difficult for Mordo to control the law alone, and as the guardian mage of the New York Temple, his duty was to never leave this temple.

"Thank you for the gift!" Mordo's excited nose instigated, this famous magic weapon, which is said to be able to lock up all the demons of hell, bowed deeply to Master Drum, and with a slightly trembling hand, he picked up Setorak's crimson magic belt and wrapped it around his waist, "With your blessing, I will definitely kill that traitor to the wizarding world." ”

Master Drum frowned slightly, was silent for a while, and then said, "Being able to cultivate the Field's Decree shows his talent, if you can, you can catch him!" I think the Ancient One would be willing to accept this mage as well. ”

Mo Du, who was murderous and cold in his eyes, was slightly stunned, and there was silence in the room for a while, and then he said in a deep voice, "I know!" However, the battle between life and death, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to control! If nothing else, I'll go get ready! ”

Waving his hand to signal Mordo to leave, Master Drum looked at his back and sighed secretly, wondering if he should talk to the Ancient One Mage about Mordo, Mordo is extremely talented and has a very high understanding of magic, but his murderous intent is too strong, and his obsession is too strong, so it is easy to get on the wrong path and go on the wrong path.

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At midnight the next day, a warehouse in the ninth block of Brooklyn, the territory of the Italians, the most important place after the family's house, stored the sesame oil and tobacco sold by the Italians from the mainland.

At night, a round moon loomed in the clouds, Yan Yan took Erica and the others with a cigarette in his mouth, found the best place to watch early, and waited for the show to be staged, although it was night, the moonlight was enough for them to see anything that happened within a kilometer.

When it was close to twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, a tattered convertible car staggered to the agreed place of trading, and five Italians in old black suits, armed with pistols or long knives, jumped out of the car, cautiously looked around, and after confirming that there was nothing unusual around, they sneakily walked towards the agreed place.

"It's coming! Here it comes! It's those Italian thugs! Anthony squatted on the eaves of the roof like a big monkey, holding a thousand books in his mouth, and grinned happily, "These arrogant Italians, this time I have to teach them a lesson." ”

"The goal is coming, if I were you, it would be better to sit down now! If it's because of you, a big monkey, that you ruin the boss's plans! I swear I'll make the rest of your life very enjoyable! Sisina rolled her eyes and said softly with a smile.

Sisina's slightly hoarse voice was like a hundred claws scratching people's hearts, but to the terrible Anthony, who had already seen her, it sounded like a thunderclap, and her smile suddenly stiffened, and then she simply rolled over from the cornices and jumped down to hide herself.

At the same time, on the roof of the building near the trading place, the evening breeze blew, and Hattori Masanari, dressed in a black ninja suit, appeared silently and suddenly with four Hattori ninjas, the red shawl was hunting and flying behind him, his hands were clasped in front of his chest, and his cold eyes silently looked at the few sneaky Italians under him.

"My lord! It's just a few ordinary people, how can they bother you to do it yourself! Just leave it to us people! The fat and round body held the ninja suit tightly and jumped up, Ishikawa bowed his head and stood behind Hattori, and said humbly and flatteringly.

Hattori was silent when he heard this, turned his head slightly, and his gaze like a cold star seemed to penetrate a distance of thousands of meters, and he silently looked at Yan Yan on the roof of the building in the distance, and then nodded slightly.

He was meticulous, if he just killed a few ordinary people, a lowly-level Hattori ninja could easily do it, but what he wanted was not the lives of these people, but their source and the buyer of this batch of goods.

Hattori's gaze swept lightly, Yan Yan smiled in return, but the few people around him could not bear this momentum, and suddenly a shudder, Anthony, who was originally hippie and smiling, trembled all over his body, and moaned in a low voice, "Hell! This man has such a terrible gaze, and I feel that he can kill me with his eyes. ”

"He's really strong! Not! But the stronger he is, the happier I am! …… Hey! The corners of Yan Yan's mouth hooked up a smile, his voice was not loud, but it carried a strange magic power, like a warm sun, instantly sweeping away the coldness on their bodies.

As midnight approached, a few Italians waiting at the place of trading looked anxiously around, but the buyer never appeared, the cigarette in his mouth flickering on and off, and occasionally uttering an angry curse or two.

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, three black modified pickup trucks drove in, and the bartender of the Papa's Tavern carefully got out of the car with a dozen stout men with guns with suitcases, and did not rush forward, but cautiously looked at the Italians and became vigilant.

"Hell! You're late! Is this the sincerity of you Americans doing business? The leader of the Italian gangsters, turning his head and spitting, took half a step forward vigilantly, and shouted angrily at the stout bartender, "I brought what you wanted!" What do I want? ”

Anthony suddenly had an extremely proud smile on his face, and he raised his eyebrows at Sisina very stinkly, the "holographic image sensor" developed by S.H.I.E.L.D. can make people change their appearance, although it does not work for the able, but it is enough to deal with ordinary people, and at the same time as Yan Yan and the bartender placed an order, he also became the appearance of the bartender, and made a deal with these Italians.

"Ishikawa! Solve them! Remember to leave a live mouth! Hattori Masari's eyes narrowed slightly, and he whispered, Ishikawa, who was cautious, keenly grasped a trace of anger, and an incomparably bright smile suddenly appeared on his face, waved his hand, and jumped from the roof of the building with three Hattori ninjas, sweeping out like ghosts.

Yan Yan smiled and watched Hattori move, took a deep breath, white faint smoke erupted from his nose, and said with a smile, "Remember!" We're here to see the fun! Wait, no matter what happens, you are not allowed to do it! ”

Ignoring the disdainful gazes of Sisina and Yuriko, Anthony nodded again and again, that Japanese man is simply a monster, since the boss has an order, he will not come out at such a time.

"Italians?"

The stout bartender frowned slightly, he remembered very well that the person who ordered the frost crystal in his store a few days ago had a very faint Japanese accent, but before he could react, Ishikawa took three Hattori ninjas, like a nightmare in the dark, thin knife light flashed, and among the stout Vikings and Italians, two of each were separated, blood shot into the sky, and four headless corpses fell to the ground.

"It's a ninja! Back to back! Shoot! The stout bartender roared angrily, these despicable Japanese mongrels dared to eat black, picked up their spears, and shot wildly at the Hattori ninja.

A few poor Italian insects were in different places in the blink of an eye, and the Vikings had a lot of strength in the local area after all, after losing four more people in succession, the rest of the people relied on each other, with the help of powerful firepower, they were crazy in the surrounding darkness, and the bullets flying in the darkness were scattered, even the ninjas did not dare to ignore them, and while dodging sideways, they were blocked alive.

"Eight Tooth Road!! Die......" was blocked by a group of ordinary people, Ishikawa, who originally wanted to please Hattori, had a very ugly face, a yin and bloody aura poured out from his fat body, and the black crow's wings stretched behind his back.

Ishikawa roared angrily, his heavily flapped wings rolled up in the wind, and his body flickered with a dozen afterimages, flying through the air like a nightmare, directly into the center of the Vikings' defensive formation with the help of the barn complex, just as the large group of virgin souls around his body screamed and scattered like a swarm of tadpoles, chasing the smell of blood.

In the Vikings' defensive array, a brilliant firework-like golden-red light suddenly rose, forming a huge magic array with a diameter of three meters, and with Mo Du's low roar, hundreds of feather-like white-gold light blades shot out, densely whistling through.

Ishikawa had just released a terrible scream of the virgin soul outside his body, and was cut and shattered by one light blade, and at the same time, the light blades like golden fish were endless, and they bombarded Ishikawa fiercely, only to hear a "crackling" collision and crisp sound.

Ishikawa was careless for a while, it was too late to dodge, so he could only wrap his body with black wings and a rich evil aura, but the black evil qi around his body was still offset by the continuous grinding of the light blade, and puffs of foul-smelling green smoke came out of his body, and Ishikawa let out a terrible scream from his mouth.

"Learned a new trick! It seems that your strength has also improved a lot! Morton!! Yan Yan watched from afar, an incomparably bright smile appeared on his face, and he could already feel the anger of Hattori Masanari in the gradually heavy air.