Shadow of the Beautiful World

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When people are busy, time always passes quickly.

Almost in a blink of an eye, time has come to March 1998.

Three years has been enough for the ups and downs of New York City to happen, and more high-rise buildings have risen up to replace those old buildings. New technologies are constantly being invented and applied. In an era of rapid change, weird things are happening all over the world almost every day.

And people are used to it.

"Uh"

In the afternoon, in the evening sunlight, a black Ford car painted with a black and white eagle logo parked on the street on the edge of Manhattan.

The door opened, wearing a black uniform, wearing sunglasses, and a serious attitude of Agent Melinda came out of the car. Beside her, there are also two agents who also wear sunglasses.

"Jimmy, you stay outside to guard."

Melinda told the two agents behind him in the tone of the chief:

"Ross, you follow me."

"Okay, Chief Melinda."

The two agents responded. The yellow-skinned agent leaned against the car and watched the other two men approach the nightclub in front of them.

At this point, the nightclub has not officially started business, but many cars have been parked at the door, including some expensive sports cars. Worker Rost followed Melinda. He looked at the nightclub in front of him. He couldn't help but whispered:

"Sir, I heard that this is New York's largest heterogeneous neutral zone, and there is a mysterious gangster behind it. Let's just break in, will it cause some trouble?"

"Yes."

Melinda replied calmly:

"This is Dad's site at midnight. He is known as the "King of Voodoo on the East Coast." He is an outright ruthless character. Anyone who dares to make trouble in his site will eventually die unclear. But Ross, those are Troublemaker, we... are here to carry out our mission."

She reached out and shook her short hair, and there was a hint of coldness in her tone:

"The murderous **** is hiding here, and we must catch it before it creates more blood."

In the speaking room, the two walked to the entrance of the nightclub. It was the bald man in a vest. He picked up a card from the side and placed it in front of Melinda. He said calmly and almost indifferently:

"What is the card face?"

Melinda reached out and pushed her psychic sunglasses. Under the sunglasses, she vaguely saw a pattern. She said:

"soldier!"

The strong man turned sideways and made a "please" gesture.

At the moment she walked into the nightclub, the strong man lowered his voice and said in a warning voice:

"Miscellaneous members of S.H.I.E.L.D., take your claws away. If you make trouble here, no one can save you!"

"This is what we need to worry about."

Melinda responded lukewarmly. She took Worker Rost along the gorgeous aisle and walked into a slightly deserted nightclub.

The best performances here will not start until midnight. It is said that it is the craziest and most curious alien show that can be seen in New York. Every day's performances attract a lot of aliens to watch, and even some stupid chasing crazy ordinary people.

They are eager to see "the truth of the world", but here, they can find nothing but thrill and madness.

Melinda raised her wrist and looked at the ladies watch. On the dial of the watch, a red dot was beating, quite close to them.

She gestured to the companion behind her, and the two followed the aisle, all the way to the box deeper in the nightclub.

I have to say that although Daddy Midnight is a voodoo sorcerer, he still keeps up with the trend. The door locks of all the boxes in this nightclub are electronic locks, which require a specific ID card to open.

But this will not fail the agents of SHIELD.

Outside the small box in the corner, Melinda looked around, then moved her watch close to the electronic lock, and gently pressed it on the watch, accompanied by a low whine, the light of the electronic lock instantly Extinguished.

She opened the door, and in the box in front of her, there was an extremely erosive scene.

Several disheveled guys are sleeping together on their sides, a muscular man and three women dressed up in flirtatious look, judging from the wine bottles and suspicious syringes scattered on the ground, these guys should be hi last night one night.

"Look, werewolf and succubus, they really can play."

Melinda was no stranger to the scene in front of her. In the dim light, she stepped on the stained ground and approached the sleeping guy. When the distance between the two sides was only 3 meters, the sleeping man suddenly opened his eyes, a pair of animal pupils shining in the darkness.

"You shouldn't be here!"

He sensed the danger and rushed over with a roar. But the stun gun in Melinda's hands was obviously faster.

"Uh"

Something like a small fishing net hit the werewolf. Before this guy could complete the beastization, the blue current that madly flew up and down his body quickly paralyzed him.

In the exclamation of the three awakened succubus ladies, Melinda rushed forward, withdrawing a metal syringe from her waist, and stabbed precisely into the paralyzed werewolf's neck.

Under the action of a special high-strength sleeping agent specially made for aliens, this brutal guy tried to counterattack, but as soon as he swung his half-beast's claws, Melinda kicked it in his heart. The whole person They all fell towards the back, slammed into the corners of the sofa, and then their eyes rolled, and they were unconscious.

Behind Melinda, Worker Rost, armed with a gun, saw that the werewolf was stunned. He inserted the pistol back into the holster, took a pair of black, specially-made handcuffs from his waist, put it on the unconscious werewolf, and then some Struggling, grabbed the heavy guy from the ground.

"mission completed."

Melinda flicked her hair happily, waved to the three frightened succubus ladies, and beckoned them to leave quickly, and then planned to leave the nightclub with the captured prisoner.

But just as she walked out of the box, five strong men with various weapons were in front of her.

The skin of those strong men shone abnormally dark blue under the light. Their stretched muscles were so strong that they did not look like normal people at all. Their expressions were almost indifferent to almost facial paralysis, and their eyes were a lot of people. Frightened pale, as if there were no pupils at all.

The most important thing is that these strong guys exude a strong, mixed smell of strange and pungent herbs.

"It's a carrion."

Melinda quickly pulled out a pistol filled with holy silver bullets, she was guarding her team members, and he took out his ID and said sharply to the carrion monsters:

"I'm Melinda May, a fourth-level agent of the Strategic Crisis Intervention and Logistics Support Bureau! I'm on an arrest mission! Please don't hinder official business, let us leave!"

As the name implies, carrion monsters are corpse warriors made of voodoo. They have no thinking and wisdom.

Melinda, who has been in S.D.O.L.D. for three years, is well aware of this. What she said is not to these hard-worn carrion, but to the voodoo warlock who manipulates the carrion behind.

This is an indication of self-identity and a warning.

However, Melinda's warning didn't seem to work. The five carrion monsters stood there, neither forward nor backward, as if completely trapping two agents.

In the higher part of the nightclub, in a large decorated room like a palace, the owner of the nightclub, the most ferocious and frightening voodoo king on the East Coast, the midnight dad was sitting on the sofa in front of him On the table, five chess soldier pieces are shining, representing the voodoo warlock's control of his warriors.

Dad at midnight, this is a black man in his 40s.

He was strong and almost bloated. He wore a black plaid suit with an exaggerated top hat, with exaggerated decorations of gold or gemstones on his neck and arms, and there was a mosaic on his hand. Gilded cane with large crystals.

It's like a trendy uncle doing hip-hop music.

But his eyes, those with green and shiny eyes, represent his true identity.

He came from an ancient voodoo family in the Mediterranean. In his father's generation, his family moved to New York to avoid war. This nightclub is not only a legacy left by his father at midnight, but also a new stronghold for the midnight family.

It took two generations of his family's time to make a name on the entire East Coast, returning the family to the ranks of the powerful wizard family.

For midnight, the meaning of this nightclub is more valuable than any money or treasure.

And now, the two young men broke into his base camp and tried to take away his guests. It was like a slap in the face of midnight. How could a long-known voodoo sorcerer Calm acceptance?

But midnight was not a reckless person. He did not control the carrion to rush up and divide the two agents.

Instead, he trapped them there. He knew that these agents were not afraid, and the real trouble was the person standing behind these agents.

In the last three years, the Auror of the United Magic Congress, the detectives of the New York Police Department and the forces from other departments of the government have used all means to successfully put a layer of shackles on the alien world of New York.

"‘Raven’ Merlin..."

Silently reading the name at midnight, he was playing a knight chess piece, and he knew that there must be a meeting today.

He met with Merlin.

"Oh!"

A few minutes later, with a sharp raven chirping, the dark red guardian spirit flew from the open window into the midnight box.

The illusory spirit bird gathered its wings and landed on the emerald pendant chandelier at midnight. It stared at midnight below with its dark red eyes, watching it at midnight.

He knew that this was Merlin's messenger. In the past three years, every time a heterogeneous group was destroyed by a fierce blow, this bird would appear on the scene.

It is Merlin's eyes.

"Om"

In an abrupt twist of light, Merlin came to the box at midnight through a shifting spell.

His appearance is almost the same as three years ago.

A gray casual suit, frameless glasses, and a black worn hand carrying a slightly worn handbag.

Compared with three years ago, Merlin was more mature at this time. There was a little sharpness in his eyes, a little more gentleness and calmness, full of wizards' unique book gas, and it looked gentle and gentle.

But at midnight I knew that this young man was not as simple as it seemed.

As he pushed forward the new order of aliens in New York, his hands were already covered with alien blood, from low-level inferiors and demon to high-level vampires and werewolves, even rare goblins and dwarves.

Hundreds of heterogeneous small groups were destroyed under his command, and thousands of heterogeneous groups were thrown into the "solitary island prison" of SHIELD. There are many more rebels who lost their lives under the joint attack of his commanding S.D.O.L.D. and the Ministry of Magic.

This is a guy who can be extremely ruthless when necessary.

"You want to meet me?"

Merlin raised his wrist and looked at his watch. He pushed his glasses and said softly:

"I'm coming."

"sit!"

Waving at midnight, a beautiful girl stepped forward and placed a chair beside Merlin.

There was no strange smell on this girl, but Merlin didn't need to see it, she could feel that it was a specially treated body... her body should be a beautiful and noble elf.

But Merlin did not care about these things. He sat in a chair and looked at midnight, he said:

"Leave my agents, they are just performing tasks. Then we have a good chat."

"They rushed into my site and took my guests without saying hello."

Rubbing his chin at midnight, the black man stared at Merlin with his dreadful eyes. He said:

"A few years ago, when you needed help the most, I helped you! It turned out that you paid me back this way? Is this humiliating me? Or is this a signal that SDOLD, which represents'terrible', finally wants to I started?"

Facing the depressed anger at midnight, Merlin's expression was calm, and he said slowly:

"First of all, that's not your guest. The werewolf killed five ordinary people in Brooklyn in the past week and robbed millions of precious items. He is a criminal, he needs to be punished, Or is it that your neutral zone has become a hideout for criminals?"

Merlin looked at midnight, he stood up, he said softly:

"Your midnight, you used to help me. I have never forgotten. I hope we can maintain a friendly relationship between us. This is also the reason why I have been avoiding your nightclub in these 3 years. I believe, You can’t feel my kindness."

"You can catch him anywhere! I don't care about that messy life and death!"

At midnight, he pointed to the floor under his feet. He said in a deep voice:

"But I can't be here. I'm going to do business, Merlin, you have to understand that once the reputation is bad, my business is all over!"

"You see, this is the problem."

Merlin flicked his finger, he said:

"That jumble killed someone and fled to your site all the way, hiding for 3 days. He knew that you could shelter him. He knew that S.D.O.L.D. would deliberately avoid your nightclub...Do you understand what I mean?"

"My midnight, I am helping you! If this happens constantly, even if I can tolerate it, do you think the Magic Congress that has made up its mind to reshape the order of the wizarding world in North America can tolerate it?"

"Maybe, it's not me who will talk to you next time."

Merlin says:

"The Aurors who have finally released their hands are probably not going to chat with you so calmly, Lord Midnight."

At midnight, Dad didn't speak somberly, of course he knew what Merlin meant.

But he also has something to value, which seems irreconcilable.

After nearly a minute of confrontation between the two sides, Merlin sighed and took something out of the handbag and put it on the table in front of midnight. He said:

"This is a proof of my good faith. The Magic Congress and SDOLD decided to set up a few different kinds of reserved areas in New York, so as not to force them to jump into the wall. This is the official document established by the reserved area. As long as you sign, your nightclub is a formal neutral Zone."

Merlin handed a pen to midnight, he said softly:

"Think about it."

"We want to be real friends with you, so, what is your opinion?"

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