Recently, more and more reporters have gathered in front of the Martinez home, to the point where it has affected the lives of surrounding residents.

And John Martinez was becoming more and more anxious.

How could he not see that he was being targeted?

First, he targeted his youngest daughter Jennifer's career and used music to block Jennifer. Then he targeted the Blood Turban Gang, the backer of his eldest son John Jr., and even wiped out all the top brass of the Blood Turban Gang.

In his opinion, that vigilante Li Ming was just a trick played by the person behind it.

He already knew the mastermind behind the current attack on their family, but the old guy had not yet confirmed whether the young man was actually the mastermind behind the attack, or whether he was a target pushed by the person behind it, so he did not launch the attack.

Your own trump card.

"It's just that now it seems that it's impossible not to use it. I need to let those people see that even though the tiger is old, it still has the power to fight back. I can scare those guys with strong counterattacks. Hey, I want to throw me, a tool that has been used, into the

Even the big shots in the garbage heap think too simply!"

Withdrawing his gaze from the hidden window where he liked to peek outside, John Martinez walked towards his study with a ruthless look on his face.

Night is getting darker, and darkness covers the land.

In Los Angeles, which is like a city that never sleeps, except for areas with dense entertainment venues such as West Hollywood, most blocks only have dim street lights, and the rest are dark areas where light cannot shine.

The neighborhood where Martinez's home is located is between middle-class and ordinary neighborhoods, but the security is similar to that of ordinary neighborhoods, or even worse, because there are many African-American residents in this neighborhood, although they are the kind who have serious jobs in the eyes of black people.

Brother Ni, there are many people who pursue a stable and peaceful life, but their nature cannot be eliminated, so the crime rate is higher than that in ordinary neighborhoods. This is the result of the efforts of so-called black leaders such as John Martinez to suppress it.

In this way, these people seem to have a certain degree of benefit to society.

But those who have studied this aspect will know that this is just an illusion given by those black equal rights activists.

Although these people do not seem to have committed any crimes, and even if they have criminal records, they are typical examples of reform, but people must know that it is through repeated racial conflicts and riots, and games with the government and other classes that they have washed their feet.

He went ashore and became a good citizen now.

In fact, every one of the leading black equal rights activists is the root cause of cholera, but compared to the black people who personally engage in zero-dollar shopping, vandalism, and looting, they are vested interests and the conspirators behind the scenes.

As the leader among them, John Martinez now wore a completely different look from his usual amiable intellectual look.

He was wearing a cloth robe decorated with geometric shapes, plant seeds and flowers, a hand-woven soft hat on his head, and his face was painted with strange paint. He was sitting in front of the dark altar with his eyes closed in meditation.

He is survived by his eldest son, John Martinez Jr.

This is the secret room located under the Martinez family's study. Its space is larger than the study and living room above. It is surrounded by cement pillars for support. It is obvious that secret modifications were carried out when the house was built.

The weirdest thing was the flames burning on a stone altar that looked like a bonfire. The flames were a miserable green, which made people frightened. They couldn't help but think of the will-o'-the-wisps at the mass graves.

John Martinez, who was sitting cross-legged on the dark red carpet, had a low black wooden table in front of him. There were candles, clay pots and other items on it, as well as seven or eight black voodoo dolls that looked chilling.

Among them was a five-inch photo, which was the one taken by Xie Zihao for a fashion magazine.

In addition, there is a photo of Maria Dawson, a new singer in the music scene who has been gaining momentum recently, known as the voice of angels and the singer of God.

After pondering for an unknown amount of time, just as Little John behind him was already making small movements uncontrollably, John Martinez suddenly opened his eyes and said:

"Look, I'm about to start!"

After saying that, he picked up the knife on the table and recited an unknown spell while lightly swiping his wrist. A stream of blood with an old and fishy smell slowly flowed out and flowed into the

In a small bowl on the table.

While chanting a spell, Martinez mashed a live frog into pulp, poured the juice into a small bowl, mixed it with his own blood, and then added some powdered spices and herbs to turn it into a bowl that exuded incomparable fragrance.

Weird, disgusting thing that smells like a putrid corpse covered in spices.

John Martinez himself was getting louder and louder, holding a blood bowl, chanting the name of a certain god, and at the same time picked up one of several voodoo dolls and threw it into the green fire of the altar.

With a puff, the dimly burning miserable green flame burst out violently, as if it had been doused with gasoline, swallowing up the palm-sized voodoo doll instantly. Only a mournful scream was heard coming from it, and then nothing happened.

Made a sound.

The candle ignites spontaneously without fire, but the lighted candle flame is the same color as the green fire on the altar.

The already cool underground space became a little colder again the moment the candle was lit. Little John couldn't help but shiver behind him.

Then an even colder force came to this secret room. It felt like there was some huge poisonous snake entrenched in the darkness, ready to pounce on all living people at any time, which made people's hair stand on end.

"The great Crow God has accepted my sacrifice, and now I want to curse the people in the photo."

After explaining to his son, John Martinez, who was still in the voodoo ritual, then picked up the photo of Xie Zihao, used a knife dipped in his own rancid blood mixture to carve on the photo, and chanted weird inhuman things in his mouth

Spells that can pronounce syllables.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! According to normal circumstances, the power of the gods should appear, and then the photo will be surrounded by green flames and eventually be swallowed up.

But something went wrong at this step, and a white-gold light suddenly erupted from the photo, scalding John Martinez's hand, expelling the rancid blood mixture and the power of the green fire, and

It also made a sizzling sound, as if it were frying fish. It was obvious that this white-gold light was in a stalemate with the power of voodoo and voodoo gods.

"impossible!"

John Martinez ignored the burnt bloody left hand, and his expression changed drastically when he saw this scene and he screamed.

As one of the few voodoo priests next to the high priest in the West Coast line of voodoo sect, according to the international ranking of extraordinary people, he is also the best among B-class extraordinary people. According to his

I thought that even if the target of the curse was the bishop of the Church of Light, a cleric protected by the power of the Holy Light and God, there would not be such a big backlash.

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"Damn it, you scolded Vaco, who is that Lance Sherman?"

Facing his rude father, the strange paint on his face made the old face distorted by anger, pain, fear and other emotions even more terrifying. Little John was frightened and uneasy, and he answered with a trembling voice:

"I, I don't know, he is a new movie actor with Asian ancestry..."

John Martinez suddenly thought of something and said:

"Asians, could it be related to those guys from Hongmen?"

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