Ten days later.


    Los Angeles.


    The midday sun was dazzling.


    Outside an abandoned factory building, two black youths dressed in hip-hop stood in the shadow of rusty and dilapidated billboards, smoking, whispering furtively, exchanging eyes and monitoring passers-by.


    "DeShawn, do you think that bastard will let us go?"


    "It''s hard to say."


    Throw away the burnt cigarette butts and touch his right hand behind the hidden pistol to feel a little relieved. DeShawn was a little relieved.


    last night.


    Originally, they were trading with a group of Irishmen. After it was done, they could make at least $20000.


    Enough for a while.


    As a result, at the scene of the transaction, a stranger wearing a windbreaker suddenly broke in on a hot day.


    As usual.


    If someone bumps into the illegal transaction, he must catch the other party and beat him up. Only when he is sure that he is not an informant of the police can he be let go.


    result...


    At the thought of here.


    DeShawn took the lighter''s right hand, trembling slightly because of fear, took a deep breath, and the turbid smoke choked into his lungs, calming his fear and panic.


    Compared with the terrible stranger, the means of the gang members active in this block is nothing more than a child''s trifle.


    Estimate.


    The group of Irish people carrying the murder case have now been sent to court by the police and are waiting to go to prison.


    After all, the guy said.


    Before serving his sentence, if he is caught in the street, he will bear the consequences.


    Another young black man raised his head and fiddled with the square scarf on his head. The movement of shaking his legs made the big gold chain hanging on his belt rattle.


    Frown tight, eyes glanced behind from time to time.


    Complaining, his voice was particularly guilty. He kicked the stones at his feet and said to himself, "when will there be righteous police in LA? Shit..."


    In an hour.


    LAPD received an anonymous phone call. A gang suspected of drug trafficking and black gun smuggling were trading in a warehouse.


    Compared with the surprise and doubt when I first received such a call.


    After receiving the call for the fourth time, LAPD sent people to the reporting place and looked for suspicious candidates through the only monitoring around.


    Deploy the police force around to surround the neighborhood with suspicious access.


    In any case, the vigilante behavior of lynching is no different from crime at the judicial level.


    In the police station.


    Sitting in front of the computer, a young policeman who helped the detective check the monitoring said helplessly, "boss, do we really want to make such a big fuss?


    It was just a group of gang members who were injured.


    Moreover, the other party did us a great favor. Now there is an urban legend of "hell detective" in many communities.


    Well... You know what I''m talking about. "


    The detective frowned and didn''t respond positively. He said coldly, "work hard."


    When La police searched the city for the legendary "hell detective", the protagonist of urban legend has now come to a deserted wilderness.


    Throw three huge black bags on the ground.


    It was filled with silver coated bullets with angel remains powder. It was estimated that there were more than 13000 rounds, enough for cole to use for many years.


    Although these bullets can''t resist divine objects with a danger level of more than three.


    But it can be regarded as a means to kill low-level angels and demons.


    besides.


    In the real dream equipment library, Cole kept four cans of skeleton powder, about 2000 grams, for emergency use.


    Compared with the warhead, it needs quenching and casting.


    The scarlet queen and her usual long knife can melt the angel''s remains and bone powder by activating the blood flame secret skill.


    When everything is ready.


    "The system leaves the evil knight movie world."


    ''Start settlement... ''


    "Cole walker, who came from another parallel universe and did not hesitate to fight against heaven and kill St. Michael just to pursue human justice.


    At the end of the day, after the big event, it suddenly disappeared.


    For the Lamb who hated him, he deserved it.


    For those who know the truth, for Johnny blazer, the man who is also a teacher and friend, may have died under the secret Revenge of heaven, just as all mortals die silently.


    But his unyielding will will forever illuminate their way forward. "


    "Although Cole walker, a former evil knight and God killer, is dead, it is widely spread in LA. The urban legend of hell detective has just begun."


    "Final settlement reward: one hundred thousand twelve hundred West pounds."


    "Start returning..."


    The cold system tone suddenly stopped.


    Cole''s eyes fell into darkness.


    After a brief silence.


    The roar of the train suddenly sounded in his ear.


    Look down time: 4:50 p.m.


    The translation assistant, Miss Martha sterling with strange dark red pupils, sat opposite him, with her white right hand holding her chin and looking out of the window.


    Hardy lowered his head and smoked a cigarette with a sad face.


    In his twenties, he looks like a married old man over half a century old.


    The little man really loves his fiancee.


    The two great events lived and died together, so that their feelings were far from ordinary love yu comparable.


    however...


    In a sense.


    Marian, a nurse, sometimes discipline hardy more than his parents.


    Maybe.


    Only she can restrain Hardy betani, a natural prodigal.


    without doubt.


    Miss Martha''s words hurt the little man''s sensitive nerve, so that he began to imagine the miserable life after marriage very seriously.


    His favorite flower and willow Lane in his life seems to be farther and farther away from him.


    Cole exhaled a foul breath.


    Although the time in the real world did not flow after he left, the scenes on the train seat inexplicably made him feel like an isolated world after many changes in the timeline of the evil knight film world.


    I caught a glimpse of a cigarette pinched in my hand and half burned when I left.


    Put it out.


    Lean back in your chair and close your eyes.


    I was speechless all night.


    At dawn.


    The three got off the train at the Golden Port and took the special bus equipped by the demon hunting group to the port.


    Although the industrialization of the world is at an early stage, the huge steel cruise ship and the crowded wharf to send off relatives are somewhat similar to the Titanic.


    Huge chimney, black smoke billowing.


    After the deafening whistle.


    The cruise ship left the Golden Port in the laughter and shouting of people to see each other off.


    First class is a buffet pool for upper class people and rich businessmen.


    At a table paved with clean and tidy white cloth, hardy took out the ticket and the itinerary given to him by Secretary Baruch. While wolfing down the stewed beef in the plate, he said, "at 9 p.m., the cruise will stop at Baiyue foreign free trade port. After getting off the ship, people from the Ministry of foreign affairs will pick us up."


    That''s it.


    Maybe it''s the bad luck when I went out on duty in the past.


    The little man deliberately glanced at Cole''s face, swallowed the last bite of beef, and said helplessly, "I hope you have a safe trip..."