Chapter 155 Troll Black Market Encounter

Author: Zhu Bajie who pursues dreams

Chapter 155 Troll Black Market Encounter

"Red-skinned boy, I said, can you calm down for a while?"

Kate Kerrigan was giving instructions to the agents of the New York branch, while Anu N Rama was hanging around behind him.

Especially his restless hands, touching this and hammering that from time to time, making some ping-ping-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong sounds.

Anu En Rama, the tall Hellboy, shrugged his shoulders innocently and complained to the bald supervisor:

"Kate, I don't understand why Liz doesn't like CDs and cats. Those CDs are all collector's editions. Those cats are so cute and fluffy."

Listening to Hellboy's chatter and mother-in-law's complaints,

The expression on Kate Kerrigan's face was gradually losing control. He was sent to New York to urgently coordinate emergencies in New York.

Rather than listen to this red-skinned boy complaining about his girlfriend.

The group of agents who were originally standing in front of the bald supervisor, waiting for punishment with panic-stricken expressions, looked at the tall and ferocious Hellboy, complaining about their girlfriends like angry little daughters-in-law.

This huge contrast made some female agents even burst into laughter.

"Hey, man, maybe you should put more energy on the CD and the cat on Liz. You know, women are for companionship!"

The insignificant fish-man Abel, who had been standing behind Hellboy, looked at the ugly face of the bald supervisor and the expressions of the New York branch agents who couldn't help but laugh.

He coughed, walked over and patted Hellboy Anu on the arm, and then walked up to the group of agents.

"Hey, everyone, I'm Abel, you should have heard of me-"

All the agents from the New York branch nodded. For the agents from the Paranormal Defense Agency,

Hellboy Anu, Fire Girl Liz, and Fishman Abel are some of the most famous investigators in their bureau.

Even better than their supervisor Alexander who never sees the beginning or end of the dragon!

"Headquarters sent us here not to punish everyone, but our supervisor Alexander caused big trouble. We want to take him back to investigate, so we need to find his whereabouts as soon as possible!

Otherwise he will be in danger."

The green-skinned fishman wearing a pair of aviator-style sunglasses faced everyone, and his eyes under the strange-looking sunglasses looked at everyone present.

At the same time, he used his super sensory ability to observe the heartbeat frequency and blood flow rate of the agents present.

"Detective, do you know the whereabouts of Director Alexander?"

Abel quickly used his senses to locate a middle-aged man whose heartbeat was racing and whose body was nervous and sweating.

"He is the deputy director of the New York branch, Elsie George," Kate Kerrigan told the fishman Abel about the identity of the middle-aged man.

At the same time, he glanced at the lush hair on Elsie George's head with a slightly malicious look.

"Okay, Director George, come to the office with me, it seems we have to talk!" Kate Kerrigan waved to the middle-aged man.

"Although I am the deputy director of the New York branch, you also know that Alexander is not only the director of the branch, but also the most senior investigator and one of the founders of the bureau!"

In the office of the director of the New York branch of the Paranormal Defense Agency, the deputy director of the branch complained to Kate aggrievedly:

"The entire New York branch field agents, as well as several special service teams, only accept his leadership. As for what he actually did, I really don't know!"

Kate took a cup of coffee, waved her hand, indicating to him to relax, and comforted:

"George, no one is holding you accountable now. What I want to know is the whereabouts of Alexander? Do you know where he is hiding?"

"Alexander rarely comes to the branch. Our New York branch has had a decommissioned destroyer of the Federal Navy for a long time. He has been working at sea——"

"At sea?" Kate heard the deputy director's words and quickly took out an encrypted phone from her arms.

"Hey, I'm Kate, let's move our satellite and find a destroyer in the waters near New York!"

"What model?" Kate asked the deputy director, covering the phone!

"Fletcher-class destroyer!" the deputy director replied.

"Fletcher class, the hull of the ship is painted black?" The voice on the phone was a little strange.

"Yes, yes, it's because Alexander likes black, so he had someone change the color of the ship's hull!"

The deputy director of the New York base next to him faced Kate's questioning look and said quickly.

"Director Kate, I regret to inform you that just last night, a retired Federal Navy Fletcher warship was found sunk in New York Harbor!"

"Black?" Kate touched her bald head and walked around the office anxiously.

"Yes, the entire ship was painted black, and no casualties were found on board!"

"Shet!" Manager Kate cursed angrily.

"Maybe this is also a good thing!" Abel, who was looking at the office items in the office to find some clues, turned around and said.

"How do you say that?" Kate looked at the fish-man Abel with some confusion.

"Our mission is to capture him and bring him back to the headquarters, imprison him, give them an explanation, and at the same time prevent the leakage of the information Alexander possesses!

We can't find him, which means it will be difficult for others to find him, so we don't have to worry about him leaking the bureau's intelligence!"

"Director George, I need you to mobilize all the people in the New York branch to find Alexander's whereabouts as soon as possible!"

Kate looked at George, the deputy director of the New York branch, and emphasized the word director.

"No problem. I have a good relationship with some senior officials in the New York Police Department. I can mobilize their efforts to find Alexander together!"

George, who had been the deputy director for so many years, obviously heard the meaning of Kate's words. His eyes lit up and he almost jumped up from the sofa.

After saying hello to Kate, he hurried out of the office.

"What should we do now?" Hellboy Anu was sitting on the sofa, and his big body made the sofa collapse.

He smoked a cigar and looked at Kate and the fish-man Abel.

"Alexander has been operating in New York for so many years, but the headquarters has never been able to get involved.

They are the only manpower we can use in New York, so we can only wait!"

Kate shook her head as she listened to the voice of the deputy director making phone calls outside the office.

"Before that, Anu, maybe you can accompany Abel to the troll black market to find out the whereabouts of Urnos!"

Continental Hotel New York

A piece of news hangs high in the hotel where the reward is most visible.

Photo Image, Name: Alexander Corvinus, Living or Dead,

If you find the traces, you will get 5 million US dollars. If you bring back the intact body, you will get 10 million US dollars. If you capture him alive, you will get 20 million US dollars.

From time to time, a waiter from the Continental Hotel came forward to replace the bounty note with a new one. Within an hour, Alexander Covinus' bounty increased by nearly 5 million.

Of these bounties, only part of them were released by Lane through the Continental Hotel, and some of them were increased by the major gangs in New York as a sign of goodwill to Boss Tang.

Of course, there are also some people who are afraid of unreasonable disaster and want to pay to prove to Boss Tang that the attack has nothing to do with them.

The remaining financial components are much more miscellaneous, including remittances from the Continental Hotel in Italy, which are said to be bounties from the Gambino family.

There is also a certain fried chicken restaurant that followed suit and invested bounty money.

The amount of money that appeared on the mainland hotel's reward list is only part of it. It is said that there is a bounty no less than here hanging on other intelligence black markets.

In the manager's office of the Continental Hotel, the hotel manager opened a bottle of whiskey and poured it for the stubbled man in front of him.

"I heard you went to Italy, but I didn't expect you would come back to New York!"

"Winston, I have reconciled with your Continental Hotel. Besides, the high table has changed two seats. Why haven't they sent out the judge?"

John Wick picked up the whiskey in front of him and drank half of the glass, and said to his old friend with some dissatisfaction.

Winston, the manager of the Continental Hotel in New York, raised his glass and curled his lips: "Of course it's because they can't afford to offend that guy——"

"That Tang has replaced Kingpin as one of the twelve seats at the high table. Oh no, he holds two seats!"

"John, if you have the strength to kill any of the companies behind the high table, you can also replace them——"

"This damn world!" John Wick picked up the whiskey bottle on the table and poured himself another glass of whiskey.

"This is the way the world is. The weak are the strong. I see you have encountered difficulties in Italy?" Winston looked at John Wick:

"If you have any trouble, just speak up. As long as it doesn't violate the rules of the Continental Hotel, we are all old friends. Just speak up!"

"Find me some big deals?"

John Wick's words stunned Winston: "John, haven't you retired and want to return to your old career?"

John Wick drank a glass of wine sullenly.

He shouldn't have taken the snake girl to Italy in the first place, not to mention meeting the disaster star named Tang.

As a man, he seemed not to have expected what kind of place Italy was.

In the fashion capital, many luxury brands have their headquarters in that damn place. Letting a woman without self-control go there is equivalent to completely emptying a man's wallet.

After a few months, the little pension he had left was empty and turned into a pile of useless luxury bags and big-name clothes.
To be continued...