After the all-night New Year's party, this world-famous metropolis seems to be still suffering from a hangover. Although Christmas is more important to this country, the New Year's Eve atmosphere is still hyped up.
Occasionally, you can see pedestrians on the street who wake up in the morning and look obviously drunk and confused. There are also some young girls with messy makeup and regret and exhaustion left after carnival on their faces.
A police car parked on the side of the road, and the two NYPD officers in the police car stared at the entrance of a restaurant across the road for a long time.
The policeman in the car was very fat, holding a donut in one hand and coffee in the other.
Well... the NYPD's obesity problem is very famous among police circles around the world.
The person being stared at by these two policemen was obviously a little suspicious.
There's a black-owned restaurant across the road - it's a barbecue restaurant that sells ribs.
However, there was a white man sitting at the table at the door.
He has a clean shaven head, a burly figure, broad shoulders, and muscles that bulge out of his canvas coat. The facial features on his face look very strong.
Let’s put it this way, this is a face that is not surprising at all when the police come to check your documents while walking on the street.
What surprised the two NYPD officers even more was that this was a black area, and in a black restaurant, a single white man was sitting here - and he seemed to be wearing expensive clothes.
Isn't he afraid of being robbed?
as well as……
How can anyone eat barbecued ribs at eight o'clock in the morning?
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"You're causing trouble for me, Varnell."
In the barbecue restaurant, the black boss sighed helplessly, sat behind the counter and spoke angrily.
Varnell grinned, retracted his glance at the police car across the road, and smiled at the black boss: "Don't worry, old friend, I'm not here to cause trouble for you, I just need a little help."
"But you have already caused trouble." The black boss looked old and thin, but his eyes that occasionally turned were liqueur with a hint of cunning and ferocity.
Vanel stared at this guy, then changed his tone and said coldly: "If I remember correctly, you owe me your life."
"...Okay." The black boss breathed out: "What do you want?"
"I heard that Nolan is doing very well in New York recently."
"..."
The black boss stopped talking.
"I just need his contact information, a phone number." Varnell grinned: "A phone number - the phone number itself can't speak, and it won't tell Nolan who gave it to me.
.”
"I have retired." The black boss frowned.
"But you were once a member of the company, and as a member of the B-level field team, I remember that the retirement benefits were very high. I also know that you still have many old friends in the company."
"You also have many old friends." The black boss said coldly.
"So I came to see you - you see, I regard you as an old friend."
The black boss curled his lips and finally sighed: "Okay, I don't have Nolan's phone number right now. I need to ask about it."
Varnell quickly reported a mobile phone number: "This is my phone number in New York. When you have news, send it to me."
"I'll do it as soon as possible - but I hope this is the last time we see each other."
"Don't worry." Vanel has already stood up: "I promise I won't trouble you again."
"Those two police officers are coming, you'd better leave quickly." The black boss frowned.
"Speaking of which... working in this small shop, isn't your life miserable?" Varnell said with a smile: "I bet you might have to pay protection fees to those Niggers every week.
Is this really a comfortable life when you have to endure a bunch of bed bugs that you can crush with two fingers and come to your door every week to blackmail you?"
"Nig? Did you forget that you are talking to a black man right now?"
"Have you forgotten that I paid for your plastic surgery and skin transplantation?" Vanel counterattacked unceremoniously.
"...Get out of here." The black boss rolled his eyes.
Vanel laughed, stood up and left. When he walked out of the store, he turned around with a smile and cursed: "I still like the way you looked when you were white-skinned, old friend, but you are so stupid now."
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Whistling and walking out of the barbecue restaurant, Varnell even took the initiative to wave to the police car across the street.
This action immediately made the two NYPD's faces look unhappy.
Then, the guy whistled, walked slowly across the road, and finally walked around to the police car.
The two policemen suddenly felt like they were facing a formidable enemy and lowered their car windows.
"Why are you two police officers staring at me? I am a law-abiding citizen."
"Abiding by the law?" The policeman sitting in the driver's seat smiled disdainfully: "Here in Brooklyn, we say abiding by the law. You are very humorous."
Varnell shrugged.
Perhaps this dismissive gesture angered the other party, and the police quickly got out of the car - both of them together.
The co-pilot was standing on the other side of the car, his hand on his waist picking up the handle of the gun.
The policeman in the driver's seat got out of the car and stood in front of Vanel, then frowned and took two steps back. Only when he was standing on the ground did he feel that Vanel was at least a head taller than him, and the feeling of oppression was a bit strong.
"Show me your ID."
"Who the hell goes out with that thing?" Varnell smiled.
The policeman said coldly: "Then give me your social security number! Also, raise your hands so I can see your hands."
"Is that correct? I'm white. Did you misjudge my skin?" Varnell was still smiling: "Just because I came out in a black shop? So you suspect that I am a criminal?"
"Hands! I want to see your hands!" the policeman shouted sternly. He had already held down his gun.
Varnell looked up at the sky - the weather today was not very good, it was cloudy and the sun could not be seen.
"It might rain in the morning." Varnell muttered.
"What did you say?"
Varnell stared into the white policeman's eyes: "I said, you are a fucking idiot!"
Before he finished speaking, the white policeman saw a fist appear in front of him, and then his body flew into the air!
The moment his body took off, Varnell had already grabbed the belt around his waist and quickly pulled out the pistol from his gun bag!
The policeman on the other side of the car obviously moved a little slowly - probably because he had eaten too many donuts, and because he was overweight, his movement to draw the gun was blocked by the fat under his arm.
Card!
Hearing the sound of the safety opening and seeing the gun pointed at him, the fat policeman very wisely stopped his action.
"There's no need to work hard for a job, right?" Varnell smiled, and then walked over without even looking at the white policeman who was punched to the ground.
He was very measured with his attacks. If he punched him, the policeman would be unconscious for at least ten minutes.
"You, do you know what you are doing?" the fat policeman said tremblingly.
"I know, attack the police and seize the police gun." Vanel grinned, then walked over, dropped the guy's gun, and punched him hard in the face: "Try it from Su X.
The iron fist of justice, you capitalist bastards."
Seeing the obese policeman falling down without even a groan, Vanel curled his lips and said, "Eat less sweets from now on, it's not good for your health."
He leisurely got into the car, started the police car, and then drove the police car slowly away.
Holding the steering wheel with one hand, and with gusts of cold wind blowing in from the lowered car window, Varnell casually picked up the car radio in the police car.
He repeated this twice, completely ignoring the operator on the other side of the radio who called out in shock, and then smashed the car radio with a punch!
After flipping through the car stereo for a long time and switching between several pieces of music, Varnell couldn't help but curse: "It sucks!"
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A few minutes later, Varnell felt his phone in his pocket vibrate several times. He took it out and looked at it. It was a text message.
The content of the text message only contains a phone number. Read it once and remember it.
Varnell laughed, threw his cell phone out of the car window, smashed it to pieces, and then drove the police car speeding away.
Two minutes later, a siren howled in the distance.
Varnell parked the car on the side of the road with a smile, got off the car and walked to a phone booth on the side of the road.
He took the coins out of his pocket, stuffed them in, and dialed the number.
Dudu...dudu...dudu...
Around the intersection, two police cars have rushed over quickly. The same is true at the other end of the road. There are more sirens coming from the distance...
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I took a look at the caller ID on my phone and saw an unfamiliar number, but I could tell it was from the New York area.
Nolan hesitated for a moment, then picked it up and connected it - not many people knew his mobile phone number, and they were all high-level officials within the company.
"Who?" Nolan asked coldly.
"Oh, it's really annoying to hear your voice!" On the other end of the phone, a familiar voice to Nolan immediately came! This voice made Nolan's face change immediately!
"you you?!
Varnell??!”
"Of course it was me, Chief Nolan!" Varnell said coldly: "Are you surprised? Of course you were surprised. You thought I died in the Antarctic - and you shot me with your own hands.
Is not it."
"..."
"Okay, stop talking nonsense and come to me." Vanel laughed: "I think you will definitely come - I also have a lot to say to you, Chief Nolan."
Nolan squeezed the phone hard and breathed quickly: "How...how can I find you? Where can I meet you?"
"Listen to yourself!" Vanel said coldly.
Nolan heard a lot of noise on the other end of the phone. This guy was obviously outdoors.
Moreover, I heard shouting on the other end of the phone.
“NYPD!
!Lie down on the ground!
"
"Show your hands!
!”
"No unnecessary movements allowed!
"
“Fake!
"
Then Varnell's voice laughed and said: "Did you hear it clearly? With your current identity and status, it is not difficult to find out, so... come to me."
All...all...the phone is disconnected.
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Varnell raised his hands with a smile, and then stood still, letting the NYPD rush up and push him to the ground, with his hands handcuffed.
His whole body was touched and after making sure he was not carrying weapons, he was pulled up from the ground and stuffed into a police car.
In the police car, the NYPD, who had attacked Varnell because his companion was attacked, hit Varnell several times.
Vanel just didn't say a word - for a physical skill user like him, these black hands were not even scratching for him.
He was taken to an unknown police station and pushed into a holding room. Twenty minutes later, Vanel was pulled into the interrogation room. He remained silent and did not say a word.
Because it was an attack on the police, and the NYPD itself was not a good guy, Varnell once again suffered a lot of bad hands in the interrogation room.
But still, he didn't care at all.
After he was thrown into the holding cell again - probably because he attacked the police, snatched the police's firearms, and robbed the police car, which was a relatively serious crime, he was placed in solitary confinement.
However, forty minutes later...
Varnell smiled as he watched the door of the holding cell being opened and the two men in high-end suits standing behind the NYPD outside.
This time, he smiled very happily.
"Long time no see, Sir Nolan."
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After being taken from the detention room to the interrogation room, the door was closed.
Varnell and Nolan were the only two people left in the room.
"It seems that you have indeed become a big shot." Varnell said coldly: "In such a short time, you can find me in the New York police. How about defecting from Noah's Ark to work for the octopus monster?
You've reached a fairly low status, right?"
Nolan's expression was cold and he stared at Varnell.
Finally, he spoke slowly.
"Why, Vanel...why didn't you die? I was pretty sure you were dead at that time - my shooting skills couldn't be that bad. I shot at such a close range. I hit all the fatal wounds. It's impossible for you to still be alive."
Chance of survival.”
Vanel smiled but said nothing.
"Then why did you come to me? And in this way?" Nolan said coldly: "Attack the police in the street, snatch the police gun, rob the police car... Why do you do such things? Ah... I understand!"
Nolan shook his head and smiled: "You are trying to protect yourself. You are afraid that if you come directly to me, I will kill you, so you deliberately commit a felony first, and then get yourself into the police station. Do you think this place is good for you?"
Protective effects."
"Of course." Varnell curled his lips: "There are about fifty police officers with firearms in this police station. I saw them when I came in, and there are at least two teams of SWAT on standby. In the whole of New York, there are no
Where could there be a safer place than here?
Of course, it’s not a problem for the octopus monster to break through here...but it would be too noisy, and it would be hard for you to explain."
Nolan looked at Vanel, suddenly shook his head and said: "No... you just want me to think so.
But in fact, even in a police station, it is impossible for me to mobilize my strength to attack a police station head-on...but I always have other ways.
You just want me to think that's what you planned. You want me to think that you're using the police station as a means of protection.
You're trying to hoodwink me, Vanel."
Nolan said, lightly tapping his fingers on the table twice, grinning: "Your purpose is to paralyze me. Do you think using this method will make me feel, oh, that idiot Vanel can only
I thought of this simple trick, and then I can show up to see you with confidence...
You actually just want to lure me out to meet, you just want to lure me out, right?"
Vanel’s brows raised!
Then, suddenly, the door of this interrogation room was opened!
Outside, a man and a woman walked in swaggeringly.
Seeing the two people coming in, Nolan's expression suddenly changed, as if he said "Sure enough": "Oh, let me see who it is, Your Excellency the Wizard, and the respected Lord Diamond, Your Excellency Lilian. You two.
The top controller came to New York and cooperated with this guy just to get me to show up?"
He wanted to continue talking, but Diamond Lilian had already flashed and stood in front of Nolan. She reached out and grabbed Nolan's neck and lifted him up!
Under the attack of this top controller, Nolan seemed to have no ability to resist - he didn't even have the intention to resist at all.
"Of course you can kill me here. But you can't come just for the purpose of killing me." Nolan blushed and said with difficulty in Lilian's hands: "Your Majesty the Wizard! Think about it!
I clearly knew this was a trap to catch me out, but I still came!"
The wizard sighed and glanced at Lillian.
Lillian frowned, but still put Nolan down.
Nolan crawled back to the table and took a few breaths.
"A top spiritual expert, you can walk into the police station and walk here... you can confuse the consciousness of everyone in this police station. I am not curious at all that you can do this." Nuo.
Lan looked at the wizard: "But why are you looking for me? I don't think my life is important enough for two controllers to join forces to kill me. I don't have the strength either."
"Antarctica, we need to know the truth about Antarctica." The wizard said coldly: "You led the team in the Antarctic operation, and then... we encountered incredible things there... and after we came out, we encountered even more incredible things.
Something! I think you must know something!"
Before Nolan could answer, the wizard said coldly: "You can choose to resist, you can choose not to answer, you can even choose to lie... But you know very well that I am a spiritual system! I can invade your consciousness inch by inch
Space, disintegrating and shattering your conscious space inch by inch, searching your conscious space inch by inch!
After doing all this, I can still get all the answers I want - but your consciousness will be shattered and you will die!"
The wizard's eyes began to turn blood red: "You know very well that I won't have the heart to do this... Mr. Nolan, my son, died in the Antarctic, in that operation."
Nolan took a deep breath.
He adjusted his posture as he sat there, trying to relax his whole body.
Then, he showed a very serious expression on his face and spoke slowly, his tone also unprecedentedly serious.
"I can cooperate with you, and I am willing to answer all your questions... I even have more ideas! But, there is a prerequisite, that is... Vanel, you must tell me one thing!"
Nolan stared at Vanel: "How can you not die!
!”
Varnell frowned.
"No, why don't I ask another way." Nora shook her head, and then said slowly: "Is it true... you encountered a very powerful existence, using an ability that we simply cannot understand and cannot do. Resurrected you! Answer me... Varnell! Isn't that right!
"
Vanel hesitated: "...Why do you ask that?"
"I know the answer." Nolan suddenly let out a sigh of relief, with an expression of joy on his face.
Then, he looked at Vanel, then at the wizard, and then at Lillian.
"Because...behind me and above my head, there is such a powerful existence that is irresistible!
...No! Wrong!
To be precise, there is always such a group of powerful guys above all of us!
"
Vanel raised his eyebrows: "...an octopus monster?"
"That's Ichiro Kamizou!" Nolan directly told a piece of news that shocked Varnell and others: "He is very powerful, very powerful. I guarantee that he is more powerful than any of you... He may even be the one you added." stand up!"
The wizard's face became serious.
"Speak clearly." Nolan suddenly pulled open the collar of his shirt, his eyes full of anger and madness: "I've endured enough! So the first minute when Vanel called me, I I started speculating about this matter.
If he is not dead, then there must be a powerful and terrifying existence who saved him!
I roughly know which group that powerful being belongs to.
And you...
The reason why I know clearly that this is a trap to lure me out, but I am still willing to come, is because..."
He gritted his teeth fiercely, his eyeballs filled with bloodshot eyes: "I've had enough of these inhuman guys, riding on the heads of us human ability users!
I've endured enough! I don't want to endure it for another day!
"
The wizard pondered for a moment: "These existences you mentioned..."
"They call themselves seeds." Vanel said harshly: "So, I am willing to come to see you to see how much you have mastered, and whether it is possible for us to... cooperate together!"
"What cooperation?" It was Lilian who asked the question.