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Gary walked out of the outside training ground and cleared his throat loudly. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Mark was leaning against a floor-to-ceiling mirror, and when he heard the noise, he turned his head, and he immediately narrowed his eyes, because of the serious expression on Old Gary's face, the priority of the matter was clear.

"What's wrong?"

"The person I was looking for appeared. Gary handed the note over first, and continued, "It's not easy, for the sake of a common enemy, can the 'Japanese sword' and the 'Chinese sword' actually abandon their previous suspicions and fight the enemy together?"

Alexandra also came over and said, "He's the number one killer of the Russian gang, it's not easy to deal with, let me help you too!"

Mark tilted his head almost imperceptibly, apparently vetoing the offer. Old Gary has been tracking people who have been hard to find for decades, and it has only been a few days before he can be easily found?

The killer swaggered and appeared, and also caused bloody crimes everywhere, three gangsters were brutally killed, and a shot was shot in the head, he was like branding the corpse with the mark of "executioner", showing the world his existence, obviously waiting for the opponent to find him.

He must be the one who wants to defeat Mina in a while!

As for Alexandra being the one they wanted to catch all along, Mark couldn't let her risk it. In his opinion, Arisandra's superpowers are inseparable from 'Kryptonite', which is an important clue to find Chris. He shook his head and said, "I don't need your help this time, and I remember you mentioned to me that your mentor told you to go back this afternoon." ”

She nodded, but reluctantly, as if somewhat frustrated by his refusal, and stopped looking at his face. Think about the fact that the mentor always told everyone to be cautious, cautious, and cautious. Like Mark, when he fought against a powerful enemy with a mortal body, he showed courage and courage that made her admire, and she wanted to fight side by side with him at all costs, which is probably the leadership temperament and charm that Mark has.

What else Alexandra wanted to say, Mark said in the softest voice, "Please believe that I did it for a reason. ”

Her gaze stopped flickering and stared straight at him, "That man is so elusive that we don't even know what kind of abilities he has. Even if the entire San Francisco gang goes out together, they may not be able to deal with him. She shook her head as she spoke, not knowing whether to convince Mark or herself.

Mark said confidently, "Although you have your own organization and extraordinary abilities, don't forget that we also have our own organization, and we also have people with extraordinary abilities. As he said this, he turned his eyes to old Gary.

Alexandra was taken aback, and after thinking for a moment, perhaps figuring out something, she nodded firmly and said, "I see." ”

Turning his head, Mark reconfirmed the address: "What is 'East 21st Street'?

"If I'm not mistaken, this is the most legendary house in Auckland. As I tracked him down, I found that most of the places he stayed were Victorian buildings, which confirmed my words again that he was 'nostalgic enough' because he was 'old enough'!"

Hearing these words, Arisandra immediately understood that Mark and Gary must have information about the killer - information that she didn't even know.

Mark asked, "What about the appointed time?"

"Twelve twenty in the morning. Old Gary replied with the same expression, "It's a tough battle, and you should be prepared, especially you." ”

"Okay. Mark looked at his watch and said with a joke, "There are still hours to go, maybe need a meal, a shower, and a good dress......

Alexandra looked at him relaxed, without a hint of hesitation on her face, as if she was going on a sweet date.

Mark urged: "Then what are you waiting for, let's go." ”

Alexandra sent the two out of the gym.

Mark said, "I'm afraid we're going to be separated for a while, so please wish me good luck!"

She unconsciously mixed her hands together, controlled her panic, and finally said, "Please be careful!"

"Gary will let you know as soon as the outcome of the battle comes. Mark smiled at her, opened his arms, and gave her a brief hug.

Alexandra hugged him back, wanting to say a few more words, but in the end she didn't do anything. She slowly took a few steps back, and Mark opened the car door and jumped onto Gary Sr.'s Ford Mustang.

The car started, and Alexandra's figure slowly disappeared into the rearview mirror.

"What's wrong?" asked Mark.

"That girl likes you. Old Gary made a smack-smacking sound, "Hero save beauty, she will remember you for the rest of her life." ”

"She's a lovely girl. ”

Gary nodded, "The buttocks are really upright." ”

Mark shook his head and sighed, "That's not what I meant. ”

Gary glanced at him and asked, "Although you look like your mother on the outside, you are exactly the same as Timmy on the inside, and even better than blue." Honestly, you're going to beckon, what kind of girl isn't smitten by you?"

Mark knew where the conversation was going, and he just smiled helplessly.

"I really don't understand what's so good about men? Timmy just indulges you too much, you're his only son, what about the next heir?"

"When I came out, I had already explained to my father that my sperm had been frozen, and I would like to find a surrogate for a child in the future, so there is no problem you said?"

"Hmph, if you were my son, I would have put a gun to your head and let you make a man obediently. ”

Mark grimaced: "So fortunately you are my good uncle, it is terrible to be a father." ”

The red light ahead is on. Old Gary pulled the car to a stop, he stared at the road, frowned and asked, "What do you think of that killer?"

Mark pondered for a moment, "Do you think that I obviously provoked him?"

Gary turned to look at him, "You must have annoyed him by disrupting their plans and running that 'red girl' away. Otherwise, it would not be so fanfare to create dead bodies throughout San Francisco, and it is clear that it is a war letter. ”

"It means he's confident. "But from what you've shown me, and what you've told me, it doesn't seem like a bad thing to mess with him." ”

"You're going to deal with it," the word was hard to say, but Gary said it anyway. "Probably a monster that has lived for hundreds of years. ”

"Why are you worried about me?" said Mark, with a grimace on his face, "I can't say why, but my gut tells me he's not invincible, and besides, I haven't been so eager for a real fight in years!"

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A couple of teenagers shoot basketballs on the asphalt next to the driveway, and the baskets are picked up from the garbage dump, and they can be used if they are repaired. There are broken cars parked along the road, as if they have been left for a long time, and the dilapidated streets are the characteristic of this neighborhood. The children played for a while and went home, and as in the rest of Oakland, the neighborhood was extremely unsafe, with gangs having their own territory and dangers everywhere, and parents had set a fence for the children. The sun finally set, and the sky grew dark. The night was filled with the smell of all kinds of food, and from time to time there was a shrill and rough barking sound in the courtyard, which made people shudder. Here, every family has a fierce dog to watch over the home, but what can it do? In Oakland, which has the highest crime rate in the United States, it is strange who has not had their home burglarized four or five times.

In a dilapidated complex of wooden houses, there stood a large mansion. It is distinctive, quaint and luxurious, the house was built in 1888 by the famous architect of the time, Augustus Ravel, in the typical Victorian style. The mansion has long been a landmark in the city of Auckland, and it has a storied story of the owner's ex-husband being the owner of the Comstock Silver Mine (2) and one of the four families of the West (3). He was rumored to have been murdered by an unknown gunman, although it was rumored to be a plot by his silver mine partners, but there was no evidence. His wife, Alan, returns to San Francisco, destined for her to meet a new love, Patrick Kenner. The young Irishman's life is even more legendary, as he was born as a baby in a caravan in the midst of a chaotic shootout in the West, the most famous story that took place on the way to the Gold Rush. Alan herself was born into a wealthy family, and her marriage to Kenna surprised everyone. She also invited the most famous designers of the time to choose the city of Auckland to build a mansion that shocked the world. After the mansion was built, the couple moved here from San Francisco, and the house was named after its hostess, the Alan Kenner Mansion, and at its most glorious time, the mansion was served by hundreds of servants.

Time has passed, and the rich have moved out of the area. With the influx of immigrants from all over the country, and various gangs have settled in Oakland, they have organized drug trafficking **** social security has dropped sharply, and it has become the darkest corner of the United States, and several mayors have not been able to reverse the situation, which is really a vicious disease.

After Allen's death in 1925, the house was purchased by the Pacific Social Security Organization and converted into a shelter for infants and runaway girls suffering from syphilis; After the discovery of penicillin and the spread of anti-bacterial drugs, the shelter was no longer in operation, and it was reverted to a private residence. As for who the owner of this ancient mansion is, no one knows. It is in a state of repair and maintenance all the time, with workers coming in and out during the day for repairs, gardeners regularly coming to maintain the plants, and exclusive servants coming to work every day.

The weirdest thing is that it has never been visited by thieves. I don't know if it's because of some rumors of haunting, but the night thieves don't seem to want to approach this ancient mansion, and even their favorite barking dog will not bark when he walks through the mansion with his owner.

In the backyard of the old house, there is a row of beehives and chicken coops, which are carefully watched by servants on weekdays. No one had ever seen the owner of the house, neither had the servants, and if the only occupant of the house was a rooster, his name Charlie-the-Roster, who lived in a cage in the corner of the parlor of the feast, and was so quiet that he had never heard it croaking.

For most of the residents in this neighborhood, 10 a.m. is already the time to fall asleep.

At this time, in the silence of the night, footsteps suddenly sounded.

A figure came from the depths of darkness, dressed in a black gown, shiny leather shoes, and holding a cane, like an aristocratic gentleman who had just finished a masquerade.

Canes and soles strike a rhythmic, crisp sound on the concrete walking path.

On the long staircase, the main entrance of the old house was tightly closed, and scaffolding was erected on it as the foyer was being repaired. Winding to a path that led to the backyard, he walked past rows of white lacquered wood beehives, and then passed the chicken coop, which was quiet, and I wondered if the hens were all sleeping. Finally the figure turned up the steps of the back door, and he put his hand on the door, but with a slight push, the door creaked.

The door was not locked.

He walked to the back kitchen. Hanging his cane on the dining table and taking off the black gloves he wore on his hands, he remembered a movie called "The Pianist", in which many women said that his hands were like the main characters in the movie, slender, powerful, and more passionate.

Opening the huge refrigerator door, his face is illuminated by the pale yellow light inside, and the figure is the "No. 1 Killer" that Alexandra has encountered, and the same man sitting in Union Square drinking coffee.

He took out a bottle of Evian mineral water from it and took a few sips.

The whole ancient house is silent, and the atmosphere makes people feel oppressive and uncomfortable. Since the main and auxiliary halls have been renovated, the furniture in the hall has been emptied, and it has been vacant for a long time, looking empty, lifeless, and has a stale smell peculiar to old buildings.

He walked from the back kitchen to the hall, which now looked strange and strange. He heard some kind of sound, very faint.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, the house he hadn't been back to for decades was visited by unknown guests late at night.

Without making a sound from his feet, he crept through the ornate corridor and into the banquet room. There is an extra-long dining table here, and in addition to the master seats at both ends, seven people can sit on each side, and "7" is the luckiest number in Western culture. A huge fireplace with a huge landscape painting hanging from it. The chandelier on the dining table, the black light stand, the pure crystal pendant, there are four layers, the candles on the lamp are real, not a bulb controlled by a switch, and the servants need to light the candles one by one. Of course, there are no servants now, only "Charlie".

In the corner sat a cylindrical shelf of solid wood, as thick as a man encircling it, and on top sat a huge metal cage, covered with fluffy wood-scented confetti, which the owner had prepared especially for Charlie, and beside it a basin and dinner plates. The cage was as clean as a chicken's bedroom, and Charlie was as deep, calm, and elegant as his master, and a gentleman. It likes to be on its own, and only when it needs it, it will go to the stupid hens in the coop.

However, Charlie's behavior today seemed to be a little abnormal, the cockscomb was glowing red, and his head kept bobbing back and forth, looking very excited.

Probably because it knew that its master was back. (To be continued.) )