Shadow trail of the beautiful world

Chapter 57 15. Mad Dog Morris

Generally speaking, the power of demons is mostly related to flames, which is probably caused by the environment in which they live.

Using fire to deal with demons is undoubtedly stupid, because demons' fire resistance is generally high to insane.But as the carrier of demonic power, the half-demon before Merlin's eyes was not completely immune to the damage of the flames.

He stood up from the flames of the explosion, his whole body was ignited, and his body was smashed to pieces by the flying fragments, looking extremely miserable.

But the dark magic power is quickly filling his wounds, allowing him to persist in this extreme pain.

Unfortunately, Merlin's weapon experiment has come to an end.

"Wow"

The moment the guy stepped out of the flames, a cloud of dark smoke wrapped around his body like a gust of wind.Merlin stuffed two things into the half-demon's shattered body, and then backed away at an extremely fast speed.

2 seconds later...

"boom"

The movement of the grenade explosion was no smaller than the explosion of the grenade just now. This time the explosion really shattered the body of the half-demon in front of him. This time, no matter how strong his resilience was, he couldn't stand up anymore.

The flames of the explosion dissipated quickly, and Merlin appeared.

He walked to the wreckage in front of him, squatted down, and took out a piece of burned and blackened bone from the dancing flames.

He could feel that there was a faint dark magic power in this bone, but what made Merlin feel bad was that although this dark magic power did exude the smell of Sangong Mo, it was not difficult to find out that this dark magic power Power is not pure.

It doesn't look like the magical power in his body is completely given by the Sangong Mo, but more like... a hand turn.

There is another breath in this magic power.

"Snapped"

The blackened bone was thrown back into the flames, and Merlin flicked the ashes from his fingers.He frowned, and walked towards the motorcyclist's motorcycle. He rummaged through the motorcycle, and finally found some emblems that resembled the organization's logo. He took those things in his hand, and then sat back in the car.

Merlin drove out of the parking lot before the police arrived.

Merlin could probably guess that the guy he killed probably wasn't the real half-demon that Constantine told him to treat carefully.

This guy should be a subordinate of that half-demon, or a follower.

Something like a cultist.

He was just a pawn sent to die, or a bait, just to lure Merlin into the bait and expose himself.And the real half-demon should still be hiding in the darkness, maybe even hiding nearby, watching the battle between Merlin and his followers to assess Merlin's strength and threat.

It won't really make a move until that cunning half-devil finds out what's going on with Merlin.

This made Merlin feel threatened. After experiencing the previous pursuit and escape, he was once again regarded as a prey.

But this time, Merlin won't run away with nothing.

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"The photos, and the names, the search history."

Early the next morning, when Merlin returned home from his morning run, Hitterwell was already ready for work.Merlin gave Hitwell his camera disguised as a cigarette box, pointed to the photos on the computer screen, and told Hitwell the name of each photo.

He patted the trainee agent on the shoulder and said to Hitterwell:

"Collect their information and addresses in the database, and complete their personal files as much as possible. Can they be sorted out before tonight?"

"Well, yes, it's not difficult."

Hitwell pushed his glasses, and his hands were typing on the keyboard quickly. This young man of Indian origin has obviously entered the working state.

"Very well, then I won't bother you."

Merlin bid farewell to Hitwell who was working. He walked into the room, made a phone call, changed into casual clothes, put on a baseball cap and sunglasses, and walked out the door.

Ten minutes later, Merlin waited for his guests in a cafe in Hell's Kitchen.

Tucker, a black boy who had met Merlin once, walked into the cafe. With a flattering smile, he sat on the chair opposite Merlin. He said:

"Boss Merlin, what do you want from me?"

"Just call me Merlin, Tucker, I came to you because I need your help with something."

Merlin ordered two cups of coffee, then handed the badge he found on the biker last night to Tucker, and he said:

"You said last time that you are very familiar with people in Hell's Kitchen. Have you seen this thing around?"

Tucker held the emblem in his hand and only glanced at it, then he nodded and said to Merlin:

"Of course I've seen it. This is the sign of a hell dog."

"Hell mad dog? What's that?"

Merlin had never heard of this name before, so Tucker explained to him:

"It's ostensibly a fraternity of long-distance truck drivers."

"The members in it are very mixed, they all like motorcycles, and occasionally organize motorcycle parades, but in fact, they also do some illegal business. I heard that Hell Mad Dog controls a X-trafficking channel from Mexico to New York. Manhattan 20.00% of the poison here is sent by them."

"They're based in Hell's Kitchen, not far from Josie's Bar. You go out there and you'll often see a group of guys in biker jackets partying."

Tucker returned the badge to Merlin, and he said cautiously:

"Hell Rabid is very powerful in Hell's Kitchen. Since they took down the Irish gang a few years ago, not many people want to provoke them anymore."

"Ah."

Merlin nodded. The half-demon he met last night was also dressed as a motorcycle rider. He is most likely the person in this hell dog.

Merlin thought for a while, then asked again:

"Among the members of Hell Rabid, are there any... um, guys who look like cultists? Praise the devil, hold a sacrifice or something."

"I've never heard of this."

Tucker said to Merlin with a tangled expression:

"Merlin, you have also seen the situation in Hell's Kitchen. There are all kinds of people here, and there are more people who claim to worship the devil."

"However, I did hear some gossip. It is said that the boss of Hell Rabid Dog is a very mysterious person. He regularly visits the base camp to meet with the members every month. On that day of each month, their base camp will be closed. The gate does not accept any business. Indeed, some old people say that they may be running a cult, but there is no evidence."

The black boy shrugged and said to Merlin:

"Other than that, there's nothing unusual about them. In recent years, Hell Rabid has been expanding in Hell's Kitchen, and many of my friends have joined them. After all, they have an official identity as a cover, and the local police rarely look for them. Trouble, joining them is also a good choice."

"What about you, Tucker."

Merlin unfolded his dark perception, looked into Tucker's eyes, and asked:

"Why don't you join them?"

"I don't like motorcycles, I was almost killed by a drunk motorcycle maniac when I was a child."

Tucker curled his lips and said with a dissatisfied face:

"Besides, the work of Hell Rabid Dog is very dangerous. People go missing every month. X trafficking is a risky business after all. I don't like taking risks either."

"Does anyone go missing every month?"

Merlin nodded thoughtfully, he ended the topic, and then said to Tucker:

"I want to buy some more 'self-defense items' from you. Is there something more powerful?"

"Have!"

As soon as Tucker heard that there was a business coming, he immediately smiled and said to Merlin:

"I'll take you to my warehouse to have a look. If you're not satisfied, I can also contact Boss Yuri for you. He can even get second-hand land vehicles and tanks there, er, although those things are not suitable for driving. Hell's Kitchen."

"Look, there! That's the base camp of the hell dog."

A few minutes later, Tucker drove his pickup truck, and while passing by a relatively remote street, he pointed to a building on the side of the road, and said to Merlin:

"It can be seen that all the motorcycles parked in front of them are high-end goods. Although I don't like motorcycle riders, I have to admit that these guys are indeed very famous."

"Oh, I see."

Merlin looked back at the slightly old building, which should have been a warehouse originally, but now it has been converted into a place similar to a bar.

On the walls of the four floors, with red oil paint, there is a fierce hound logo with its head surrounded by flames.

And just as Tucker said, there are more than a dozen high-end locomotives parked outside the warehouse. They show off their financial resources in this simple and rude way.

Well, it's really a lot of cards.

Merlin memorized this position, and behind the sunglasses, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

He is very suspicious now, the half-demon that Constantine reminded him to be careful of is probably the mysterious boss behind the hell mad dog.As for the organization of hell mad dogs, it is also likely to be something similar to a cult created by that half-devil.

Like the guy who was sent to die last night, there should be some in this place.

"Speaking of which, Tucker, do you know a guy named Constantine?"

Merlin sat in the co-pilot, shared a cigarette with Tucker, and asked casually:

"Maybe a detective, wearing a yellow trench coat, short blond hair, always looking decadent, and speaking with a British accent."

"Hmm...let me think about it."

While driving, Tucker frowned and thought hard. After a few minutes, he shook his head:

"No, I don't think I've seen it. But if you need it, Merlin, I can ask my friends to help you find it. They also know people in other neighborhoods, but... it's not free .”

"Then go find it!"

Merlin, who holds the project funds in his hand, is now rich and powerful. He entrusted this matter to Tucker without even asking the price.

The latter doesn't care either. Although Tucker is young, he has been hanging out in Hell's Kitchen since he was a child. What kind of things has he never seen?

It's just looking for someone. This is simply the easiest way to make money.

While the two were talking, they came to Tucker's private warehouse. This place is at the edge of Hell's Kitchen, on a small pier near the shore. There are many containers stacked here. Tucker's private warehouse is in one of them. .

"Come in, Merlin."

Tucker opened the heavy lock and made a gesture of "please" to Merlin. The black local snake said proudly:

"Search all over Hell's Kitchen, and you will never find a place with a better selection than mine! Even in Brooklyn, there are people who come here to buy things from me. Believe me, you will never be disappointed!"

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That night, Merlin drove outside the base camp of the Hell Mad Dog Brotherhood.

He parked the car two blocks away, and under the cover of night, he came to the building alone.

It was already midnight, but the base camp was still buzzing with people. It seemed that the guys from Hell Rabid were preparing to party all night.Merlin walked around to the back door, and saw a drunk muscular man, who was kissing a beautiful woman in the dark.

The back door was left open, as if they weren't worried that someone would sneak into their house.

Merlin didn't disturb the tryst between the big man and the lady, and with the cover of the shadow cloak, he easily entered the four-story building.

The interior of this building is decorated like an out-and-out fraternity, like a bar, the harsh music is so loud that people's ears hurt, a group of muscular rough guys are drinking and chatting, and they also called a group of clothes. Scruffy ladies danced for them.

It was extremely corrupt!

Merlin slightly despised this group of drunken guys, and he headed towards a higher level in the dark.

The second floor is an open space, where there are many tools for repairing motorcycles. There are also a few motorcycle riders who are sitting here, transforming a cool black flat-shovel motorcycle.

There was also nothing here that Merlin wished to see, and there were no fluctuations and residues of magic power.

He continued to go up, and the third floor had a layout similar to that of a dormitory.After Merlin entered here, he finally smelled a hint of impure dark magic power, which was exactly the same as the motorcycle rider he killed.

It took Merlin a few minutes to check over a dozen dormitories. In several houses, he found sleeping half-demons.

Or called, the semi-magic of double transformation.

They were all ordinary people, forcibly infused with dark magic power in a special way, and then imprisoned on the bed, enduring the pain of the dark magic power invading their bodies.

Merlin has personally experienced that kind of pain, and it is difficult for ordinary people to bear.

No wonder the half-demon he killed looked irrational, like a beast.Being transformed in such an inhumane way, anyone would be tortured to the point of madness.

Merlin knew that he had guessed right, the Brotherhood of Hell Mad Dogs was indeed a cult formed by the "son" of San Gongmo.

But Merlin still has doubts in his heart, why did that half-demon transform so many defective products?

What purpose does it serve?

With this kind of doubt, Merlin stepped up the stairs to the fourth floor. He put all his energy on maintaining the shadow cloak. He didn't know whether the half-demon was here, and whether it could sense Merlin's existence. .

And at the moment when Merlin stepped into the fourth floor and sneaked into the luxurious living room through the opened glass, the watch with the BP machine function on his wrist suddenly vibrated.

This sudden sound startled Merlin to immediately stop the infiltration and stop the vibration of the watch.

And the closed door in front of him was suddenly pushed open at this moment.

A fierce bald man with a full face and naked upper body poked his head out and looked towards where Merlin was.

That's Morris, nicknamed Mad Dog!

The mysterious boss of Hell Rabid.

The moment he appeared, a strong and violent breath that made it impossible to breathe came to his face.This is indeed a half-demon!A mighty half-demon!The true "son" of Sangongmo, the son of the devil!

And at this moment, in this quiet room surrounded by darkness, the two "sons" of the Sangongmo faced each other.

I fell asleep, sorry, everyone.

(End of this chapter)