Chapter 150: Misleading, Dirty Deal, Idea of Setting Up an Altar

But even after turning off the instrument, the further they walked in, the more the captain sweated.

Their Administration people were used to supernatural events and knew very well the difference between evil spirits, demons, and those monsters. The flashing lights of the instrument just now actually had a meaning.

Green is safe, yellow is dangerous but not fatal, likely some ordinary evil spirits and monsters, which can be dealt with by firearms and special bullets.

Pale red is a situation where even they will have casualties, which are relatively powerful evil spirits and monsters.

Bright red means there are traces of demons or demon incarnations. At this time, they need to be on high alert, and it is best to call for reinforcements, otherwise the losses will be very large.

Deep red... a real demon!

The deep red of the urgent alarm is even more of a gathering of multiple demons!

So, what is going on with this prison? And this Kano family, weren't they just a gang before?

Could it be that they are also playing with cults?

The more he walked and thought, the more he sweated. Before long, he was sweating like rain.

Yassen was walking beside him. He had long noticed the abnormality of this official figure, but it didn't matter. The more pressure the other party was under, the better.

That way, it would be easier to fool them when talking later.

Yassen's eyes behind his lenses were full of sharpness.

Soon.

Sitting on a chair, the captain wiped his sweat and tried to maintain his demeanor as he looked at Yassen. "Mr. Yassen Kano, I think you understand why I came here, right?"

"Oh~ no, I don't understand. I just think I should welcome the brothers from the official side. And aren't you here to inspect the prison?"

Yassen asked with a strange expression, seeming not to understand what they were saying at all.

"By the way, I haven't asked what your name is, Captain?"

The captain's expression was calm. He was used to these capitalists. They were just lying with their eyes open, something everyone possessed.

"Michael Chandler, you can call me Michael."

"Alright, Mr. Yassen, don't say these meaningless words. These are the evidence."

Michael laid out the resident list, neighbor relationships, license plate numbers, surveillance videos, etc.

"So, can you invite that girl out? We need to understand the truth. Otherwise, who should be responsible for such a big loss?"

Yassen narrowed his eyes, highlighting the point: loss, who should be responsible.

And, the truth... It seems they didn't know Carrie's true situation. Combined with what his nephew Louis had just told him, in an instant, Yassen, who had been wandering in the underground world for many years and was good at weaving lies, had a strategy in his heart.

"These... I don't want to lie to you. The girl's state is very unstable now, she's almost going crazy. She is also a victim, so it's best not to see her now. As for the truth, I can tell you."

Michael's team members behind him heard him admit that it had something to do with this, and the girl seemed to be right here. Their eyes widened and they wanted to say something.

But Michael said first, "Oh? Tell me."

Next, under Yassen's vivid description.

The outline of the matter gradually appeared.

In his description, after Carrie's family moved to the new home, Carrie often felt something was wrong, but what could a student do?

Today, something happened in the apartment where they lived. The landlord who rented the house to them cheaply was actually a cultist who wanted to use their mother and daughter as sacrifices.

In a panic, her mother Margaret fought with the landlord to buy time for her to escape. Carrie called his nephew for help. As a neighbor, as a good teenager with a sense of justice.

His nephew naturally chose to save people at the first time, and then, the timing was just right. He saved the mother and daughter. As a result, the landlord was backlashed by the ritual and drained, and a giant moth ran out.

Then...

"Heh, you know, our kind of family always has some self-preservation means. My nephew used this means, and then successfully ran away with the girl, completing a perfect hero saving the beauty."

"As for that apartment and street? Maybe it was that moth venting its anger."

Yassen said vaguely in the last part.

Michael nodded slightly. What the other party said was about the same as what he guessed, and the moth monster summoned was indeed a supplement to his guess.

But the other party definitely had concealment, and they probably didn't know what happened after they left.

In Michael's guess, the moth summoned from the ritual was probably some kind of monster, and then the boy and girl used some kind of fire means to escape, and the Mothman on the first floor had a fight with that moth monster.

The street ground and fire hydrant were probably caused by the attacks between them, and the figure in the sky that the nearby residents talked about would likely be that Mothman.

Why would he think so?

Because Mothman is such a creature. It appeared decades ago and has traces in various states. They can disguise themselves as humans, like to travel at night, and people who see them are usually unlucky. And they sometimes do eat people, but the main purpose is to find their own kind and then fight, as if they are absorbing or completing some ritual.

Now it seems that the Mothman might have been eyeing the moth monster summoned by the landlord's ritual.

However, that's what he thought, but the things Yassen concealed shouldn't be small, otherwise he wouldn't not let him see Carrie.

Thinking of what the female sheriff told him, the school bathroom incident.

Michael had some guesses in his heart, but these were not important. There are countless existences with special abilities in this world, and some are even active openly.

The Warrens' Paranormal Society is very active. Two years ago, the church also sent people over because of a monastery, and his relative's friend, a bastard who often pits friends, is also very active, as well as the psychics everywhere...

And what does it matter if these capitalists covet a person with special abilities? Anyway, the things they do behind their backs are more disgusting than this.

Since it is determined that they are not holding a cult ritual, then no matter what hidden truth there is in this matter, it is irrelevant.

The truth is not important, the result is important.

But you can't say that. If you say that, how can you make money?

So, Michael looked embarrassed. "Mr. Yassen, you understand, we are field agents, we can't just go back like this..."

Yassen smiled.

He reached his hand under the table.

He took out a document.

Michael smiled instantly, including his colleagues and soldiers behind him, all showing happy smiles.

That's right, wouldn't it be better to come early?

Only the female sheriff, seeing this, her mouth twitched, and finally decided to ignore it. This matter was not something she could intervene in.

But when Michael took it and read it once, his face changed slightly. "Is Mr. Yassen thinking too much?"

Colleagues and soldiers raised their guns immediately upon hearing this.

*Roar~*

More than a dozen fierce dogs took an attacking posture, their white teeth mixed with blood, and the strong men next to them also touched their belts.

The atmosphere instantly became solidified.

Yassen waved his hand with a smile, calm and composed. "Don't misunderstand, look back."

Michael paused slightly and continued to read. The more he read, the more subtle his expression became. When he finished reading, Michael's entire expression didn't know how to describe it.

"I think the offerings of more than 70% of the capitalists in Orlando can satisfy your appetite, right?"

Yassen said so, gently raising his glasses, elegant and easygoing.

"Of course, there is nothing better than this. I think we need a party to celebrate now, and by the way, discuss how to do it. What do you think? My dear Yassen brother."

Michael's expression smiled into a chrysanthemum.

The atmosphere also eased at this moment, becoming friendly.

Soon.

A party started in the prison.

With this, Yassen and Michael reached a dirty deal.

After Michael left with his people and returned to the hotel in the city, Yassen breathed a long sigh of relief and took off an earphone.

He returned to the previous table, took out the second document under the table, which was clearly some of the Kano family's industries. He looked at this piece of paper, and a windproof lighter was thrown out.

*Slap! *

The flame slowly ignited it. A cigarette appeared at his mouth at some point. He held the cigarette and used the burning document to light it.

He leaned back comfortably in the chair, swallowing clouds and spitting fog.

In the white mist, Yassen smiled.

After listening to what Louis said, he made two plans in a short time. One plan was to sell other capitalists in the city, and the other was the one in his hand, his own assets.

It all depends on the situation when talking specifically, and then gamble to see which one is correct. Fortunately, what he thought before was correct.

He didn't lie when he said it just now, he just selectively said a part, and it seems he bet right.

Because of the industry he is engaged in, he has understood two truths for a long time.

One is that a truly clever lie is not half-true and half-false, nor is it nine-true and one-false, but all-true, but not fully said, let him think for himself! Explore!

Because people are always more willing to believe what they find out.

The other is that no matter if you are a capitalist elite or a homeless person on the street, everyone loves money. As long as you give enough money, even if you see something you shouldn't see, you will choose to be selectively blind. After all, working is just for others, and money in hand is your own!

Especially when there is extremely high danger here, it is even less worth it to sell your life.

This point was guessed from the instrument and expression when he came in.

"It seems that this matter can finally come to an end."

"No, I have to teach Louis a lesson. He didn't like to cause trouble before, why is he causing trouble all day long now? This time he even provoked a mysterious agency."

Yassen took a deep breath of smoke, spat out a huge smoke ring, and walked toward the basement.

On the other side.

Michael, who was driving away from Rebirth Prison, suddenly lay down in the car.

"Captain? Captain?!"

"Don't, I'm fine, let me rest."

They didn't know how much pressure they had just now, and how much sense of proportion they had when talking to that guy. Otherwise, if there was a real conflict, or if they used the old method to get to the bottom of it and then blackmail, most of them would be wiped out there.

That's right, wiped out.

Those dozen fierce dogs and those strong men, if his eyesight hadn't declined, should have been strengthened by some mysterious power. And when he went in, he clearly felt an indifferent gaze, extremely dangerous.

And that prison made his hair stand on end, as if he had entered a demon cave. He didn't know what was hidden inside. This level shouldn't be participated in by their ordinary field team at all. It should be the business of those ace teams!

Swearing by the reputation of the Chandler family, this feeling won't be wrong.

So, some of the things he said just now were actually following the other party's words.

Of course, the consensus he reached with the other party is also true.

So he didn't think about going back to inform. The incident can end here. There are too many secrets in this world. Even their Sacrifice Administration is not clean, so don't look for trouble.

At this moment, Michael felt exhausted. Although he made a lot of money, this kind of thing is really too dangerous. With his means, I'm afraid it's not enough. Should he go to that bastard Constantine to study?

As soon as this thought appeared, the fate of his relative Chas Chandler, who was still in the orthopedic hospital, flashed in his mind, and he shivered.

Forget it.

That guy is a pit, he doesn't want to die yet.

Thinking of this, Michael turned on the instrument, but as soon as he turned it on, *bang! *

The small light bulb of the instrument exploded directly.

Michael was stunned, and the team members next to him were also stunned.

"Fuck! Shit! Drive! Drive quickly!"

*Vroom!! *

The Humvee's power increased sharply, and it disappeared into the distance.

Below the prison.

Underground base.

Yassen was chasing Louis. Although Louis felt he could beat him, he obviously had no reason to fight his second uncle, so he could only run around.

Yassen chased while calculating his nephew's current physical fitness, and came to a satisfactory answer.

Soon, both of them stopped.

"Second Uncle, if you can't catch up, don't chase. You're old, it's better to save some energy to have children and add a younger brother or sister for me."

Yassen curled his lips slightly. "Alright, come here."

The uncle and nephew walked together in the underground base. Yassen looked at the things Louis collected and said, "This matter is considered over. A blessing in disguise, the family might be able to reach the top in this city faster, but it will probably provoke many enemies."

"So next, you also have to contribute to the family and use your means to deal with the enemies that follow."

"After all, the family is not just yours."

When saying this, Yassen's tone was meaningful.

Louis nodded. He knew his second uncle's meaning very well. His second uncle was right. In fact, his grandfather being able to help him this time was definitely under great pressure.

He was moved in his heart, but at the same time, he had an idea.

Should he have a force that belongs entirely to him and can be mobilized at will?

Especially now that he is already in the Yin Spirit Realm, going to ancient times is also a True Person or high-ranking practitioner, qualified to establish branches and lineages.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 151 =====