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Chapter 145 Tricks
The full moon hung high, and a few faint dark clouds lingered around the moon.

On the dark sea, the sparkling water waves glowed with moonlight, and a huge cargo ship from Japan was sailing towards New York Harbor at an extremely fast speed.

In the middle of the freighter, there is the largest and most comfortable room, which is arranged as an elegant small hall in traditional Japanese style. The faint incense rises from the incense burner. A young man with a very good appearance in a red kimono puts the scabbard With his katana across his legs, he closed his eyes and meditated.

He is wonderful because his facial features are so exquisite and handsome to the extreme, his skin is as white as fat, and he is coquettish and evil against the scarlet kimono, his waist-length black long hair is split straight down, and his whole body is full of aura. Cold and noble, suffocating feminine beauty.

In the tranquil atmosphere, there was a sudden knock on the door, and then a thin and extremely humble voice came from outside the door, "My lord, Ishikawa dares to see you!"

"Ishikawa! Didn't I say that no one is allowed to disturb me when I am practicing?" The lightly closed eyes opened, shining like stars in the night sky, the brows were slightly frowned, and a look of displeasure flashed in the eyes.

"Master Hattori, the news from Mr. Yan Yan was forwarded by the patriarch Mariko. It is related to the treasure of Iga, so I take the liberty to disturb you!" Elder Ishikawa wiped the sweat from his head with his plump palm outside the door, and spoke softly. said in a low voice.

"Yan?" Frowning slightly in doubt, Hattori Masari grabbed his mask from the side, blocking the delicate facial features, only a pair of cold eyeballs were still hugging outside, and then whispered, "Come in!"

The push-close door opened slowly, and outside the door, the obese Ishikawa, who was like a meatball, walked in carefully with his head bowed and shrugged, put a piece of paper recording the report in front of Hattori, and whispered, "According to Mr. Yan Yan, he is in New York. In the black market, a tool that may have been handed down from the Iga treasure was found."

"When did the news arrive?" Hattori Masamari's cold eyes lit up suddenly, and the momentum that erupted in an instant made Elder Ishikawa tremble all over his body, and cold sweat ran down his face like a stream. The downfall flows down.

"Yes... the news I received tonight!" Ishikawa took two long deep breaths, and his rapidly beating heart calmed down slightly. "I don't dare to delay, I will report to you as soon as I receive the message!"

After hearing this, Masanari Hattori remained silent. He didn't care about the props and gold in the Iga treasure, but the Great Demon King is a famous sword passed down from generation to generation by the Iga-ryu. He must find it, and there is any possible clue. , can absolutely give up, but what makes him puzzled is Yan Yan's attitude, how can a person like him give himself benefits for nothing?
"How long are we going 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 planning, but it was related to the number one demon king in the sky, so this matter must not be sloppy.

"I will ask the captain to increase the speed of the ship to the extreme, and we will be able to arrive in three days at most!" Elder Ishikawa is a smart ghost, and when he heard this, he immediately nodded in a very sensible manner.

"I'll give you two days! And make an appointment with Yan for me!" Masashi Hattori whispered in an undeniable tone, and then slowly closed his eyes, regardless of whether Yan Yan had any plans or just wanted to sell him a favor , it was related to the Iga Treasure, so he had to find out.

"Yes! Your Excellency!!" Ishikawa smiled humbly and flatteringly. Seeing that Masanari Hattori had closed his eyes to rest, he carefully exited and closed the hatch.

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On a rainy night, dark clouds covered the city, and in the dark clouds over the city, there was not a dazzling tear. The cold wind blew the drifting raindrops, crackling, and the ground was wet and slippery. Black Market, No.30 Avenue in Brooklyn, walking quickly in the rain, stopping from time to time, looking around vigilantly.

Behind a dark, dirty and foul-smelling alley, the man first looked around vigilantly, and after confirming that there was no one around, he turned his head and walked into the shadow of the alley. At the end of the alley full of stench and sewage, was A narrow, dark corridor slanting downwards.

The four red lights of Papa's Bar are weakly on. Walking down the corridor, it is a bar with only six simple wooden tables and an oak bar full of the atmosphere of the times. Obviously, this kind of bar is not There will be any business, a thick and fleshy Nordic man, holding a towel and vigorously wiping the large mug in his hand.

"We don't open the door today! This kind of damn weather!" The bartender cast a sidelong glance at the man who entered the door, and said indifferently with curled lips.

"I want a cup...Viking Tomahawk..." The man who walked in silently flicked the rain on his body, the raindrops on the windbreaker fell to the ground along the corners of the clothes, and the pockets in the wind deeply blocked his face. Fluent English said, "If you don't have guests, I can go to the Caribbean Captain's Bar! I think they will welcome rainy night guests like me."

The bartender stopped, walked over and closed the door of the bar, then curled his lips and said, "Please sit down! Friends, tell me! Whatever you need, as long as it is a treasure that exists on this earth, the great Vikings can give it to you." You found it! Of course, the premise is that you have enough banknotes!"

He didn't need to see the face at all, he just heard that this man who couldn't see his face was from Japan. Although his English was very authentic, there was still a trace of Japanese emphasis in his tone that could not be changed.

In New York's underground world, Papa's Bar and Caribbean Captain's Bar are the two most unique forces. They originated from Viking pirates and Caribbean pirates. Although they are far less powerful than New York giants, they monopolize New York's underground treasures and antiques. market.

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

"Frost Crystal! This is a precious thing!" The bartender frowned thickly, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and then he picked up the photo and looked at it carefully "But you are really lucky, I The great ancestors stored countless treasures, and I happen to know that there is a person who has a horse of frost crystals in his hand! Hmm! A standard hexahedron crystal costs $[-], how much do you want? One? Or ten?"

"All! I want as much as I have!" The man said in a deep voice without a moment's hesitation.

The bar widened its eyeballs in astonishment, completely thinking that there was something wrong with its ears, and it took three or four breaths before it suddenly came back to its senses, with an incomparably bright and humble smile on its face, and stretched out its hand and pulled it out from the bar counter. Mug and rum, and slowly filled a big glass for Yan Yan, and then continued cautiously, "Have a glass of wine to warm up, my friend! Well! Do you mean as much as you want? I can find two hundred So we're talking about a $2000 million deal, right!?"

"How much money you can make depends on yourself!" The man nodded indifferently and said in a low voice, "My boss has prepared a fund of [-] million US dollars to buy a large number of frost crystals. If you can't provide enough supply, then obviously Let the Pirates of the Caribbean take a share!"

The bartender's eyes were shining golden, and he grinned and said, "You can eat it! You can eat it! No matter how much you want, I can provide it for you..." With a humble smile on his face, the bartender rubbed vigorously He folded his hands and smiled, "However, how can you assure me that you have the strength to pay [-] million US dollars?"

"You don't need to believe it, as long as you need to be ready for the buyer! It won't do you any loss!" A pair of cold eyes shot out from under the hood with half of an oriental face exposed, and the bartender couldn't help but slapped him so dangerously. A shiver "In three days, I will notify you of the time and place of the transaction!"

After the man finished speaking, without waiting for the bartender's answer, he got up and turned his head and walked quickly into the stormy darkness. The bartender, who was stunned by his eyes, let out a long breath, and then gradually regained consciousness, waiting for him When he ran to the door, the figure of the man had already disappeared into the night.

"Frost Crystal!" The bar took the photo on the table and looked at it carefully. His facial features were distorted and his face was full of tangles. He paced back and forth in the small bar for more than a dozen laps, finally made a decision in his heart, and sighed. With a helpless tone, he said bitterly, "It's a big deal!! Damn! But the kindness owed by us Vikings must also be repaid... What a hell..."

The bartender put the photo in his pocket carefully, and then put on his rain boots and raincoat. Instead of going out from the main entrance of the bar, he got into the secret passage behind the oak bar, walked through the long corridor, and then went from No.20 Ninth Avenue, He got out of a small alley next to a telephone booth, looked around vigilantly, and walked forward for more than half a block. Then he reached out to block a yellow taxi and drove straight to Brick Street in Manhattan.

It's just that although the bartender was cautious, he didn't notice that in the night of heavy rain, on the top of the tall building behind him, a figure stood silently in the rainstorm and watched him get in the car and leave. When he was about a foot away, he would be ejected by an invisible barrier. The collar of the black windbreaker was turned up. It was the man who had just entered his shop.

As if in the dark clouds above the head, a dazzling thunder flashed suddenly, and then there was a loud "boom..." thunder, and on the top of the suddenly illuminated floor, the man in the black windbreaker was not Yan Yan, who could it be? ?
Watching the taxi boarded by the bar leave quickly, the corner of Yan Yan's mouth curled into a faint arrogant sneer, and he murmured softly, "The game has begun! Morton!"

(End of this chapter)