The full moon hung high, and a few faint dark clouds swirled around the moon. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

On the dark sea, the sparkling water is glowing with moonlight, and a giant freighter from Japan is sailing at breakneck speed towards New York Harbor.

In the middle of the freighter, a spacious and comfortable room is arranged in a traditional Japanese style, with a faint incense rising from the incense burner, and a young man in a red kimono with an extremely wonderful appearance sits his katana across his legs and closes his eyes to meditate.

It is said that he is wonderful because his facial features are really delicate and handsome to the extreme, his skin is as white as cream, and he presents a bewitching charm against the background of a scarlet kimono, and his waist-length long black hair is cut straight down, and his whole body is full of a cold and noble suffocating feminine beauty.

In the tranquil and heart-stopping atmosphere, there was an abrupt and gentle knock on the door, followed by a shrill and extremely humble and respectful voice outside the door, "My lord, Ishikawa has taken the liberty to ask to see you!" ”

"Ishikawa! Didn't I say that while I was cultivating, no one was allowed to disturb me? His eyes were opened, shining like stars in the night sky, his brows furrowed slightly, and a look of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

"Hattori-sama, it's Mr. Yan Yan's news from the Patriarch of the Truth Child, and it's about the Iga treasure, so I take the liberty to disturb you!" Outside the door, Elder Ishikawa's fat palm wiped the beads of sweat on his head, and said in a low voice.

"Yan?" Frowning slightly in confusion, Hattori Masanari casually grabbed the face covering from the side, blocking his delicate facial features, only a pair of cold eyes, still hugging outside, and then whispered, "Come in!" ”

The door slowly opened, and Ishikawa, who was obese like a ball of meat outside the door, bowed his head and shrugged his shoulders cautiously, put a piece of paper in front of Hattori to record the report, and said in a low voice, "According to Mr. Yan Yan, he found a tool that may have been passed down from the Iga treasure in the black market in New York. ”

"When did the message arrive?" Hattori's cold eyes suddenly lit up, and the momentum that erupted in an instant made Elder Ishikawa's fat tremble all over his body, and strands of cold sweat flowed down his face like a stream.

"It's... It's the message I received tonight! Ishikawa took two long deep breaths, and his rapidly beating heart calmed down slightly, "The villain didn't dare to delay, and as soon as he received the message, he immediately came to tell you!" ”

Hattori Masanari was silent after hearing this, he didn't care about the props and gold in Iga's treasure, but the First Heavenly Demon King was a famous sword passed down from generation to generation by Iga-ryu, and it had to be retrieved, and if there was any possible clue, he would definitely be able to give up, but what made him wonder was Yan Yan's attitude, how could a person like him give benefits to himself in vain?

"How long do we have to get to New York?" After pondering for a moment, Iga Masashi raised his head and asked, although he couldn't figure out what Yan Yan was thinking, but it was about the First Heavenly Demon King, and this matter must not be sloppy.

"I'll ask the captain to increase the speed of the boat to the extreme, and in three days at most, we will be there!" Elder Ishikawa is a clever ghost, and when he heard this at this time, he immediately nodded very sensibly.

"I'll give you two days! Also, help me meet Yan with you! Hattori Masari said in a low voice that could not be disobeyed, and then slowly closed his eyes, no matter what Yan Yan's plans were, or if he just wanted to sell him a favor, it was about the Iga treasure, and he had to find out.

"Yes! My lord!! Ishikawa smiled humbly and flatteringly, and when he saw that Hattori had closed his eyes and recuperated, he cautiously withdrew and closed the hatch.

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On a rainy night, the dark clouds are thick, and the dark clouds that press on the city are not flashing a dazzling tear, the cold wind blows the drifting raindrops, crackling head-on, the ground is slippery, and a man with a trench coat collar walks quickly in the rain on the 30th Avenue of Brooklyn, the underground black market of New York, and stops from time to time to look around vigilantly.

After a dark, dirty, foul-smelling alley, the man first looked around vigilantly to make sure that there was no one around, and then turned his head and walked into the shadows of the alley, at the end of the alley full of foul smell and sewage, there was a narrow and dark oblique downward passage.

The four red lights of the Daddy Bar are weakly lit, and walking down the corridor, it is a bar with a narrow time, only six simple wooden tables and an oak bar full of age atmosphere, such a ghost world, obviously this kind of bar will not have any business, a stout Nordic man with a full face is wiping the large mug in his hand with a towel.

"We're not open today! This damn weather of the damn! The bartender glanced sideways at the man who entered the door, pouted and said indifferently.

"I want a drink... Viking Tomahawk..."The man who walked in the door silently flicked the rain on his body, the raindrops on his trench coat fell to the ground along the corners of his clothes, and the bubbling pocket within the wind deeply blocked his face, and walked to the bar and said in proficient English, "If you don't welcome guests, I can go to the Caribbean Captain's Bar!" I think they'll be more than welcoming visitors like me on a rainy night. ”

The bartender paused, walked over and closed the door to the bar, then pouted, "Sit down!" Friend, say it! Whatever you need, as long as it exists with the treasures of this earth, the great Vikings can find it for you! Provided, of course, that you have enough banknotes! ”

He didn't need to see the face at all, he just had an ear to hear that the man who couldn't see his face was from Japan, and although his English was very authentic, there was still a hint of unchangeable Japanese emphasis in his tone.

In the underground world of New York, Daddy's Bar and Captain Caribbean's Bar are the two most unique forces, they originated from Vikings and Pirates of the Caribbean, although their power is far less powerful than the New York giants, but they monopolize the underground treasure and antique market in New York.

"Frost Crystal!" The man silently took out a photograph from his arms, the pattern on the photo was obviously a page in an ancient book, and on the slightly yellowed paper at the corner, a hexagonal crystal like frost was outlined with refined brushwork.

"Frost Crystal! It's something to be cherished! The bartender's thick eyebrows furrowed, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and then without a trace, he picked up the photo and put it in front of him to take a closer look, "But you are really lucky, my great ancestors have stored countless treasures, and I happen to know that there is a person who has a frost crystal in his hand!" Not! $100,000 for a standard hexahedral crystal, how much do you want? One? Or ten? ”

"All! As much as I want! Without a moment's hesitation, the man said in a deep voice.

The bar's eyes widened in surprise, completely thinking that there was something wrong with his ears, and after three or four breaths, he suddenly came back to his senses, with an incomparably bright humble smile on his face, reached out and pulled out a mug and rum from the bar, and slowly filled Yan Yan with a large glass, and then cautiously continued, "Warm up with a glass of wine, my friend!" Not! Do you mean how much you want? I can find two hundred! So we're talking about a $20 million business, right? ”

"How much money you can make is up to you!" The man nodded indifferently and said in a low voice, "My boss has prepared a fund of 100 million US dollars to purchase a large number of frost crystals, if you can't provide enough supplies, then obviously you will have to let the Pirates of the Caribbean get a piece of the pie!" ”

The bartender's eyes lit up with gold, and he grinned, "You can eat it!" Eat it! Whatever you want, I can provide it to you..."With a humble smile on his face, the bartender rubbed his hands vigorously and smiled, "But how do you assure me that you have the strength to pay $100 million?" ”

"You don't need to believe, just need to prepare buyers! There's nothing to lose from you! Under the pocket that leaked out half of the Oriental face, a pair of cold eyes shot out, and the danger made the bartender shiver involuntarily, "In three days, I will inform you of the time and place of the transaction!" ”

After the man finished speaking, he didn't wait for the bartender's answer, he got up and turned his head and walked quickly into the stormy darkness, and the bartender, who was stunned by his gaze, let out a long breath, and then gradually came back to his senses, and when he ran to the door, the man's figure had already disappeared into the night.

"Frost Crystal!" The bar took the photo on the table to his eyes and looked at it carefully, his facial features were distorted, his face was full of entanglement, and he paced back and forth in the small bar for more than a dozen laps, and finally made a decision in his heart, sighed a long time, and said helplessly bitterly, "A big business!" Damn it! But the kindness that we Vikings owe must also be repaid...... What the hell ......."

The bartender carefully took the photo into his arms, then put on rain boots and raincoats, and did not go out through the main entrance of the bar, but got into the dark passage behind the oak bar, walked through the long corridor, and then came out of a small alley next to a telephone booth on 29th Avenue, looked vigilantly left and right, and walked forward for more than half a block, before reaching out to block a yellow taxi, all the way straight to Brick Street in Manhattan.

It's just that although the bartender was cautious, he didn't notice that in the heavy rain drifting night, at the top of the tall building behind him, a figure stood silently in the torrential rain and watched him get in the car and leave, and the drifting rain would be ejected by an invisible barrier when it reached a distance of about a foot to him, and the collar of the black windbreaker was erected, which was the man who had just come to his shop.

As if in the dark clouds overhead, a dazzling thunder suddenly flashed, and then there was a loud thunderous sound of "boom...", and on the top of the floor that suddenly illuminated, the man in the black windbreaker was not Yan Yan, who could it be?

Watching the taxi boarding the bar leave quickly, the corners of Yan Yan's mouth hooked up a faint arrogant sneer, and he muttered softly, "The game has begun!" Morton! ”