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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0155_part_03
Chapter 272
chapter 0155 part 3
The old lady who had difficulty walking stopped at the Street Corner, took out a bag of cat food from the walker, sprinkled it on the ground, and constantly made a “zzzzzz—” calling sound with her mouth.
Under the temptation of the cat food, a group of stray cats soon gathered around. A group of stray cats licked the cat food on the ground, completely unaware that the old lady was showing a greedy face towards them.
“Obediently, come home with me!”
The old lady stared at the fattest stray cat, holding clothes in her hand, seeming to be drooling at the corners of her mouth, and slowly approached it.
“Meow!”
The old lady covered it with her coat. The fat cat only managed to let out one cry before it was wrapped up in the clothes.
The sudden movement scared this group of stray cats, and they scattered and fled.
The old lady put the clothes wrapped around the fat cat into the cat cage on the walker, shakily pushed the walker, preparing to walk back.
Just then, two figures, one red and one green, one tall and one short, blocked the old lady's path.
“You, what do you want to do?” The old lady's face was full of fright.
“We want to enter the Troll Black Market, want you to lead the way!”
Hellboy Anu clasped his hands, his finger joints cracked audibly, intimidating the old lady.
“Enter the Troll Black Market? Just you two!” The old lady's frightened expression disappeared, and she sized up the red-skinned big guy in front of her with an expression of underestimation.
Anu turned his head to look at Fishman Abe Sapien: “Did you bring the canary?”
Hearing Anu mention the canary, the old lady was startled. She involuntarily took a few steps back.
The Fishman Abe Sapien next to her lifted the white cloth on the bird cage he had been carrying, revealing the constantly chirping canary inside the bird cage.
Fishman Abe Sapien slowly approached the old lady holding the bird cage. The old lady repeatedly retreated, seeming very afraid of this little bird in the cage.
“No, no, take it away, I'll take you to the Troll Black Market—”
Fishman Abe Sapien and Anu pressured this old lady into a vehicle, under the deterrence of the canary bird cage that Abe Sapien occasionally raised.
The old lady quickly brought them to a Dilapidated Two-story Building in an Alley.
In front of the old, peeling iron gate, the old lady suddenly tore off the human skin she was disguised in, revealing her bloated, fat troll body.
Bang bang bang! It extended its thick fingers and knocked on the iron gate. Soon the window on the iron gate was pulled open, revealing a pair of eyes. Clang!
After the owner of the eyes confirmed her identity, they pulled open the iron gate.
Three days had passed since Boss Tang returned to New York from Monaco. The entire New York was about to be turned upside down by these gang members and Hitmen, but Alexander was like a clay ox entering the sea.
Completely disappeared without a trace. “Didn't find him!?”
In the pavilion, a Rosewood Long Table, a pot of Green Tea. Tang Song sat on a chair, quietly watching a lake of lotus flowers bloom.
Bowl-sized lotus flowers competed to bloom in the lake. White lotus, pink lotus, and there were even some pale golden lotus cups. The breeze blew, the Lake Surface rippled with water ripple, and each lotus flower swayed in the expanse of green, truly beautiful.
Beside the Long Table, a striped fierce tiger lay lazily beside Tang Song's foot, its belly rising and falling, emitting bursts of purring sound.
Lane stood in front of the Long Table, reporting the information to Tang Song with an unpleasant complexion.
He once boasted to Kane that he could find information about Alexander Corvinus within two days, but now three days have passed.
Whether it was the Police or the people sent out by the Major and Minor New York Gangs, none of them found the whereabouts of Alexander Corvinus.
This is the second time. The last time was that mutant named Logan. He mobilized all manpower, and still hasn't found that mutant's whereabouts.
Two times in a row, it couldn't help but make Lane start to suspect if the people below were slacking off and being deceitful, deliberately concealing information.
“Our people went to investigate that Retired Military Vessel sunk in New York Port. No traces of attack were found; it was blown up from the inside.
The people below suspect he has already escaped from New York. I suggest mobilizing our Peripheral Forces throughout the entire Federation.”
Listening to Lane's words, Tang Song slowly stood up. Beside the Long Table, he picked up a transparent test tube containing blood-red liquid, unscrewed the test tube, and dripped half a tube into that inkstone.
And from the jade bowl next to it, he used a small jade spoon to scoop out three spoons of top-grade cinnabar—
“Boss, I'll grind the ink!”
Seeing Tang Song picked up the green jade stone strip, preparing to grind the cinnabar in the inkstone, Lane quickly took it over.
“Kingpin spent over twenty years becoming the Leader of the New York Underworld, spreading his business throughout the entire Federation, and was called the Crime Boss!”
“How long did we spend? Half a year!”
Tang Song spread out a piece of xuan paper, placed a blank talisman paper on top of the xuan paper, and took out the jade-handled wolf hair brush.
“Don't rush, take your time. The person I want to find can't escape!”
Lane used the green jade stone strip to fully grind the cinnabar and blood, quickly forming a pool of viscous blood ink.
Tang Song used the jade-handled wolf hair brush, dipped into the blood ink, and quickly drew a blood talisman on the talisman paper.
Winding and twisting, like an abstract immortal's finger pointing the way pattern.
After drawing the talisman, Tang Song placed the jade-handled wolf hair brush on the inkstone, picked up the talisman paper, and folded it into a paper crane in a few folds.
Hmm, Tang Song glanced at the ugly thing in his hand.
It has two wings, a pointed beak, made of paper. That's right, it's definitely a paper crane.
“Go!”
Tang Song flicked his finger. This ugly thing paper crane flapped its two uneven wings and flew into the air.
The old lady who had difficulty walking stopped at the Street Corner, took out a bag of cat food from the walker, sprinkled it on the ground, and constantly made a “zzzzzz—” calling sound with her mouth.
Under the temptation of the cat food, a group of stray cats soon gathered around. A group of stray cats licked the cat food on the ground, completely unaware that the old lady was showing a greedy face towards them.
“Obediently, come home with me!”
The old lady stared at the fattest stray cat, holding clothes in her hand, seeming to be drooling at the corners of her mouth, and slowly approached it.
“Meow!”
The old lady covered it with her coat. The fat cat only managed to let out one cry before it was wrapped up in the clothes.
The sudden movement scared this group of stray cats, and they scattered and fled.
The old lady put the clothes wrapped around the fat cat into the cat cage on the walker, shakily pushed the walker, preparing to walk back.
Just then, two figures, one red and one green, one tall and one short, blocked the old lady's path.
“You, what do you want to do?” The old lady's face was full of fright.
“We want to enter the Troll Black Market, want you to lead the way!”
Hellboy Anu clasped his hands, his finger joints cracked audibly, intimidating the old lady.
“Enter the Troll Black Market? Just you two!” The old lady's frightened expression disappeared, and she sized up the red-skinned big guy in front of her with an expression of underestimation.
Anu turned his head to look at Fishman Abe Sapien: “Did you bring the canary?”
Hearing Anu mention the canary, the old lady was startled. She involuntarily took a few steps back.
The Fishman Abe Sapien next to her lifted the white cloth on the bird cage he had been carrying, revealing the constantly chirping canary inside the bird cage.
Fishman Abe Sapien slowly approached the old lady holding the bird cage. The old lady repeatedly retreated, seeming very afraid of this little bird in the cage.
“No, no, take it away, I'll take you to the Troll Black Market—”
Fishman Abe Sapien and Anu pressured this old lady into a vehicle, under the deterrence of the canary bird cage that Abe Sapien occasionally raised.
The old lady quickly brought them to a Dilapidated Two-story Building in an Alley.
In front of the old, peeling iron gate, the old lady suddenly tore off the human skin she was disguised in, revealing her bloated, fat troll body.
Bang bang bang! It extended its thick fingers and knocked on the iron gate. Soon the window on the iron gate was pulled open, revealing a pair of eyes. Clang!
After the owner of the eyes confirmed her identity, they pulled open the iron gate.
Three days had passed since Boss Tang returned to New York from Monaco. The entire New York was about to be turned upside down by these gang members and Hitmen, but Alexander was like a clay ox entering the sea.
Completely disappeared without a trace. “Didn't find him!?”
In the pavilion, a Rosewood Long Table, a pot of Green Tea. Tang Song sat on a chair, quietly watching a lake of lotus flowers bloom.
Bowl-sized lotus flowers competed to bloom in the lake. White lotus, pink lotus, and there were even some pale golden lotus cups. The breeze blew, the Lake Surface rippled with water ripple, and each lotus flower swayed in the expanse of green, truly beautiful.
Beside the Long Table, a striped fierce tiger lay lazily beside Tang Song's foot, its belly rising and falling, emitting bursts of purring sound.
Lane stood in front of the Long Table, reporting the information to Tang Song with an unpleasant complexion.
He once boasted to Kane that he could find information about Alexander Corvinus within two days, but now three days have passed.
Whether it was the Police or the people sent out by the Major and Minor New York Gangs, none of them found the whereabouts of Alexander Corvinus.
This is the second time. The last time was that mutant named Logan. He mobilized all manpower, and still hasn't found that mutant's whereabouts.
Two times in a row, it couldn't help but make Lane start to suspect if the people below were slacking off and being deceitful, deliberately concealing information.
“Our people went to investigate that Retired Military Vessel sunk in New York Port. No traces of attack were found; it was blown up from the inside.
The people below suspect he has already escaped from New York. I suggest mobilizing our Peripheral Forces throughout the entire Federation.”
Listening to Lane's words, Tang Song slowly stood up. Beside the Long Table, he picked up a transparent test tube containing blood-red liquid, unscrewed the test tube, and dripped half a tube into that inkstone.
And from the jade bowl next to it, he used a small jade spoon to scoop out three spoons of top-grade cinnabar—
“Boss, I'll grind the ink!”
Seeing Tang Song picked up the green jade stone strip, preparing to grind the cinnabar in the inkstone, Lane quickly took it over.
“Kingpin spent over twenty years becoming the Leader of the New York Underworld, spreading his business throughout the entire Federation, and was called the Crime Boss!”
“How long did we spend? Half a year!”
Tang Song spread out a piece of xuan paper, placed a blank talisman paper on top of the xuan paper, and took out the jade-handled wolf hair brush.
“Don't rush, take your time. The person I want to find can't escape!”
Lane used the green jade stone strip to fully grind the cinnabar and blood, quickly forming a pool of viscous blood ink.
Tang Song used the jade-handled wolf hair brush, dipped into the blood ink, and quickly drew a blood talisman on the talisman paper.
Winding and twisting, like an abstract immortal's finger pointing the way pattern.
After drawing the talisman, Tang Song placed the jade-handled wolf hair brush on the inkstone, picked up the talisman paper, and folded it into a paper crane in a few folds.
Hmm, Tang Song glanced at the ugly thing in his hand.
It has two wings, a pointed beak, made of paper. That's right, it's definitely a paper crane.
“Go!”
Tang Song flicked his finger. This ugly thing paper crane flapped its two uneven wings and flew into the air.
