People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 212 Silver Teardrops

Old Director Arthur stared at the screen with a grave expression.

He turned his head, stared intently at Suren, and asked in a deep voice, "Where did you get this thing from?"

He didn't doubt the authenticity of the data, because given Suren's personality, he wouldn't joke about such things.

"Found in a laboratory owned by the Armitage family."

Suren said calmly, "Moreover, as far as I know, there is also official involvement and support behind this plan."

Arthur's face turned extremely ugly, and a hint of shock and anger flashed in his eyes.

The fact that someone within the official ranks secretly supports such inhumane experiments is undoubtedly a great irony and threat to the existence of their department.

"You'll need to pay close attention to this matter. Keep an eye on any unusual events and contact me immediately if there are any problems."

Suren looked at Arthur and said.

Arthur nodded, his face ashen. "It's our duty."

After giving his instructions, Suren turned and left Charlie's room.

He had only taken a few steps out of the room when a notification suddenly popped up in his mind from the system that had been dormant for a long time.

【Ding! 】

The evil sorcerer's plot has been uncovered.

[Darkness is Coming - Node Mission: Stop or completely destroy the "Witch's End" plan.]

【————】

Suren paused slightly, looking thoughtfully at the system panel in his mind.

"The Witch's End—"

Suren silently recited in his heart.

Although the specifics of this plan are not yet clear, recalling the conditions under which Valrid was created gives us a glimpse into just how tricky this thing is.

This also suggests that such a plan cannot be completed overnight.

Next, we need to wait for Arthur and his team's investigation results, and at the same time, we need to have the Voodoo Queen of New Orleans perform a divination.

But right now, the most important thing is to find Rodan to exchange for materials and make a suitable magical tool as soon as possible.

Half an hour later, at the Gates of Hell bar.

Pushing open the door, the smell of jazz music mixed with alcohol hit you.

The dance floor was a chaotic mess of people dancing wildly.

Suren walked through the dimly lit hall and went straight to the bar.

Rodin, the bald black man, was wiping a wine glass. When he saw Suren approaching, he raised his eyebrows slightly, which were hidden by sunglasses, clearly having guessed what was going on.

"Come with me."

Rodin put down his glass, turned around, and pushed open the hidden door behind the bar.

In the quiet room, Rodin walked to the liquor cabinet, poured two glasses of strong liquor, and pushed one of them in front of Suren.

"I never expected you to act so quickly."

Rodin, holding his wine glass, said with a hint of surprise, "I thought you'd have to put in a lot more effort against those winged creatures."

Without saying a word, Suren simply tossed the gleaming golden Angel Ring to the other person.

Rodin caught it, the ring resting in his palm, its edges radiating a faint golden light. In the center was the image left by the angel before his death.

His face.

"Patrol Envoy? That's a low rank; he's barely a gofer."

Rodin nodded in satisfaction and put the ring away. "However, the divine power is pure enough."

As he spoke, he opened a drawer and placed a palm-sized metal box on the table.

But instead of rushing to hand the box to Suren, he leaned back on the sofa, took a sip of his drink, and said, "No rush. I wonder if you'd be interested in a long-term collaboration."

Suren raised an eyebrow, probably guessing what this guy was going to say.

"From now on, any angels you hunt, regardless of their rank, can be brought here to exchange for materials, how about that?"

Rodin chuckled softly and stated his terms.

Suren didn't think for long before nodding: "Okay."

Anyway, there's no need to sign any agreements or contracts; it's just a verbal cooperation, so the initiative is in our own hands.

It's impossible for him to actually hunt down those angels.

The angel killed this time was covered up by Gabriel's consciousness on Earth, which had malfunctioned.

But now that divine authority over this wisp of consciousness has been revoked, it is unclear who will come to Earth next.

He didn't want to bother this bunch of lunatics.

Moreover, even just that wisp of Gabriel's consciousness was enough to give him a hard time.

Not to mention that the real person hasn't even arrived yet, and there's still Michael and Little God above them—

Seeing that Suren agreed, Rodin readily pushed the metal box on the table over and introduced it, "This is what you wanted, the remains of the Silver Tear."

"It originated from an eternal city slumbering deep underground. It was originally a liquid life form that attempted to usurp the divine power, but I have completely erased that life form, leaving only its characteristics."

Rodin paused, his tone tinged with admiration: "Its extensibility and magical conductivity have almost reached a certain limit; even something the size of a fingernail can stretch like water."

Suren opened the box and took a look inside. Inside, there lay a lump of metal that looked like mercury.

It has no fixed shape in the box, and changes as it tilts with weight, its surface flowing slowly like water.

Suren nodded in satisfaction, closed the box, and put it away: "If there's nothing else, I'll be going now?"

"Um?"

Rodin paused, clearly surprised: "You're not planning to have your magical artifacts made here directly?"

Suren glanced at him, a half-smile playing on her lips, and asked, "How many angels do you charge for crafting magical artifacts here?"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Upon hearing this, Rodin burst into hearty laughter and waved his hands repeatedly, "It seems you already have a craftsman in mind. Would you mind introducing him to me?"

Suren thought for a moment, then didn't hide anything: "Actually, you should know her elders. You should have heard of ebony and ivory, right?"

Rodin's expression turned serious, and a hint of amazement and respect appeared in his eyes: "Those two pistols? Those are true works of art."

At this point, he sighed and shook his head with some regret: "I remember their creator has passed away. He was a respectable master of firearms. It's a sad loss."

"I know her descendants."

Suren smiled slightly: "She perfectly inherited her grandmother's talent, and even surpasses her ingenious ideas on the fusion of demons and weapons."

"If I have time, I can introduce you to him."

Upon hearing this, Rodin pulled down his sunglasses, his expression somewhat excited: "The descendant of that master? I'm really looking forward to it. The Gates of Hell are always ready to welcome her."

With that, he raised his glass and gestured slightly towards Suren: "Then let's toast to this win-win deal, to the soon-to-be-born work of art of slaughter, and to—Heaven."

Suren looked at the swaying wine in front of him, thought for a moment, picked up his glass, and clinked it against Rodin's in the air.

The spicy liquid rolled down my throat.

After bidding farewell to Rodin, Suren did not return to the Supernatural Bureau. He had entrusted Arthur with the disposal of the spoils from Silent Hill.

For him, the main objectives of this trip to Washington have been achieved.

Not only did they severely damage the Armitage family and uncover the evil sorcerer's conspiracy, but they also obtained materials for crafting magical artifacts and unexpectedly gained an intelligence department that could be considered to be backed by an official agency.

Now, it's time to go back.

I need to contact Nicole right away and ask her to help make the magic tool.

besides----

Suren took out her phone, and the screen was full of messages from Patty.

When are you finally coming back?!

School's about to let out for break! What happened to what you promised me? [Angry] [Angry]

[If you don't reply to my message soon, I'll burn down the sofa in the office! You can sleep in the same bed as the little monster!]

Suren: "Sleeping in the same nest as the little monster doesn't seem so bad."

Patty: [(ノA)ノ]!

Patty's summer vacation is about to begin.

He felt a headache coming on when he saw the long list of "travel plans" that the other party sent him.

"Never mind, let's talk about it when we get back."