386 Chapter 40, New York Harbor

A week later, accompanied by billowing gas, a huge cruise ship slowly sailed across the Pacific Ocean. On the lower deck of the cruise ship, Hoffa in a black hunting suit woke up from the cargo in the cabin. As soon as he woke up, he was faced with extremely irritable complaints from his left hand.

"You really are shit!"

The left hand chattered at Hoffa: "I slept in the lower cabin for a week, and ate black bread for a week. Are you still human!? Are you still human?"

"Why am I not human?"

Hoffa stretched, rubbing his eyes and standing up.

There are many workers like him sleeping in the cabin on the bottom floor. They are all of various ethnicities from Europe to work in North America, including British, Italian, and Hispanic. They are generally dressed in shabby clothes, but there is a certain longing and excitement on their faces. They communicate with each other in the cabin, using different languages.

"Aren't they human?" Hoffa asked.

"Can people compare with others? Are you the same as them? Even if you have no money, can't you use magic to find a top cabin? Even if you are a magic idiot, don't you know how to beg me? I smelled it behind you for a week It smells like sweat and smoke, I swallowed it!"

"You have no nose."

Hoffa stuffed the wool brush into his mouth and began to brush.

This wasn't the first day Miller had complained to him. In fact, he had complained the entire way, from the first day Hoffa refused his request to go to the top cabin.

With his left hand, he grabbed his toothbrush and poked it in his mouth vigorously, as if trying to stab him to death.

After brushing his teeth and having breakfast, Hoffa came to the deck of the cruise ship with a long suitcase. A week ago, he and Miller set off from the Port of London on a ship all the way to North America.

Now, after a week of sailing, the Statue of Liberty with its arms raised in the distance has appeared. Before Hoffa took a closer look at it, he felt his left hand being dragged vigorously, and a huge suction came from the void, and he began to rotate continuously as if being stuffed into a rubber tube.

When the spin stopped, he found himself off the deck, standing on the towering head of the Statue of Liberty, the sea rattling his clothes.

In front of you is Manhattan with clusters of high-rise buildings. Compared with London, the modernity here is already extremely strong. With just a glance, Hoffa can’t even remember what year it was. I think I have come fifty years later.

New York, the largest metropolis of the twentieth century.

Hoffa raised his arm, looked at his palm and said, "Don't take me to Apparate without my permission."

"Ha, you are the boss, you have to listen to everything?"

Miller said defiantly.

"You're so powerful, just bring me over from England to apparate, I might listen to you." Hoffa said lightly.

"Hmph, it's really yours to apparate across the Pacific Ocean. You can't even get the half-human king to lift the curse." Miller said unhappily.

"Really?"

"Who knows, anyway, I can't, I can't, let's do it!"

Miller pouted: "Forget it, I just want to experience the experience of stepping on the head of the Statue of Liberty. Now it seems that it is nothing more than that."

Hoffa looked at his feet and asked, "Is the experience enough?"

With another snap of the left hand, Hoffa emerged from the head of the Statue of Liberty in the interior of New York Harbor. As soon as he landed, his left hand made a confused sound.

"Huh"

Hoffa: "What's wrong?"

Miller: "The magic power in Europe has declined, but there is still a breath of magic power here, which is quite strong. Hell, how did they do it?"

Hoffa touched his chin, there are still traces of magic in New York Harbor. This was beyond his expectation. Could it be that the wizards here have not been affected by the decline in magic power? Or could he find wizard allies in North America as well?

"No no"

Miller said again.

"What's wrong?"

"There is still a weird atmosphere here." Miller said solemnly.

"Weird breath? What is that?"

"Ah, it's just something... makes me uncomfortable. I don't know exactly what it is." Miller said.

Hoffa felt that what Miller said was as if he hadn't said it, but he was more careful. The people here are unfamiliar and the situation is complicated, so it's better to pay more attention.

In the middle of the twentieth century, there was a huge flow of people in New York Harbor, full of workers and various businessmen who came here to discuss life. Dock workers walked back and forth carrying luggage, businessmen chatted with bags and cigarettes, cars of various brands came and went, and their horns kept honking. Standing in such a huge crowd, Hoffa felt at a loss.

"I'm looking for organ trading, Miller, can you help me find clues?" Hoffa said, looking at the huge number of people around.

Miller snapped his fingers and said the spell: "Ghost Hound."

With some crystal light spots on the left hand falling on the ground, a translucent puppy walked out of the void. It had a long nose, short legs, and soft ears. He ran to Hoffa from the crowd with his tail, ran to Hoffa's side and sniffed his feet and knees, then sat obediently at Hoffa's feet and wagged his tail. People come and go around, completely ignoring the ghostly puppy, walking through it.

"What are you looking for, tell it."

"Ghost hounds are interested in anything with blood," Miller said.

Hoffa bent down and said by the hound's ear, "I'm looking for organs. There are a lot of fresh human organs."

The ghost hound showed an excited look, its nose twitched, and it smelled everywhere. After smelling it for a while, it was not satisfied with one place, and began to run around aimlessly, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, and sometimes even jumped lightly onto the huge cargo container on the pier, smelling east and west.

Hoffa carried the box and followed the hound through the crowd. It has to be said that in such a complicated situation, the function of the spell is much better than the transformation. This is also the reason why he asked Miller for help. If he was alone, he would have been lost in New York Harbor.

After running around and smelling it for a long time, almost the entire New York Harbor, suddenly, the ghost hound smelled something, it jumped into the sea, and ran on the sea, Hoffa couldn't jump with it The sea can only be seen from the shore.

I saw the ghost hound running along the sea to a small motorboat, circling around the motorboat, barking. Miller snapped his fingers, and the barking ghost hound shut its mouth and jumped back to the two of them.

"My God, there are really human organs here."

Miller said in surprise: "I thought Hoffa would return without success."

Hoffa looked at the motorboat solemnly. He and Miranda destroyed a den for collecting human organs in London last time, but obviously there were more than one such dens, and the transaction is still going on.

Without waiting too long, an old fishing boat with paintings of salmon and shrimp came slowly from the sea. After the fishing boat approached the motorboat, it stopped slowly. A group of people dressed as sailors jumped down from the deck of the fishing boat. Holding iron boxes that were whitened by the cold in their hands, they jumped onto the motorboat one after another. , Salmon and Shrimp logos are also drawn on those boxes.

After moving about a dozen boxes, the ropes on the fishing boat were retracted. The sailors on the motorboat and the people on the fishing boat exchanged a few words in an incomprehensible language. They started the motorboat and sailed to the back of New York Harbor.

"Phantom Curse." Hoffa ordered.

"Didn't I teach you?"

Miller muttered: "I'm not willing to use my magic power"

Having said that, he snapped his fingers, and Hoffa gradually disappeared on the pier.

The small motorboat turned around the port and came to an empty bridge hole, which is the lower level of New York Harbor. There are several people in police uniforms setting up checkpoints here, and Hoffa has seen such people at the customs outside.

The sailors on the motorboat took out some documents and handed them to the guard who set up the card, and one of them took out some rolls of banknotes and handed them to another guard. The guards inspected the small motorboat perfunctorily, then waved and let it go with a smile.

Leaving the checkpoint, the small motorboat immediately accelerated and headed toward the city along the mouth of the Hudson River.

Hoffa began to sprint, and he ran quickly with the box in his hand. At this time, part of his magic power had recovered, especially the awakening of the Thunderbird had greatly improved his physical strength. Flying past, the suitcase swept over the heads of several people.

The guard who set up the card was still counting the money, but somehow the hat flew out and fell into the sea. They quickly collected the money, yelled, and went to fish for the hat in the sea.

The motorboat galloped along the waterways of Manhattan, while Hoffa followed behind with the phantom puppy, running and jumping at a speed of nearly fifty kilometers per hour, crossing an unfamiliar bridge pier and car roof, and entering the embankment and park.

Because he was running too fast, passers-by often felt that they were being blown by a gust of wind. Some women wearing short skirts who were dating their boyfriends by the embankment were swept by the gust of wind, and their skirts flew up. After they screamed and covered their skirts, the wind died down again.

After running wildly for about an hour or so, the motorboat twisted along the waterway and entered an area with red neon lights. Hoffa raised his head, looked at the red neon lights, and couldn't help frowning. It turned out to be Chinatown.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he walked down the street. Although it is Chinatown, the elements in the street are like a hodgepodge. The characters on the street include Thai, Malay, and of course, a lot of Chinese. There are some shops with plaques such as Dehuatang, Fuxiutang, and Qianwotang. In the window of the pharmacy, you can see dried seahorses, snake skin, bones, fungi and other medicinal materials. Many small vendors on the street are doing business, most of them are food, and the air is filled with a strong smell of spices.

"I want to eat"

Miller groaned.

Hoffa ignored him, and after entering the complicated area, the motorboat disappeared. Even the ghost hounds were confused by the messy smells of the place, wandering around sniffing.

He walked along the river, carefully observing the direction of the water ripples.

"Brother-in-law, I want to eat."

Miller begged.

"These are not authentic." Hoffa casually perfunctory, "Complete the task and take you to eat authentic."

"You don't care if it's authentic or not, I want to eat it!"

Miller complained, his left hand twisting involuntarily.

Hoffa shook his left hand vigorously, telling Miller to be honest.

Following the river, the two came to a seafood market, which was filled with a strong fishy smell. Beside those seafood stalls, some men in suits were chewing sashimi. The wriggling octopus made Miller hungry again, and he couldn't stop moaning. But Hoffa, unmoved by his desire, remained behind the Ghost Hound.

Opposite the seafood market, there is an obvious red light district with revolving lampposts and decadent women leaning on chairs and smoking. Some drunken white men staggered past Hoffa with thick and gaudy women in their arms, bragging loudly as they went.

Hoffa suddenly noticed something, and he walked towards a woman who was smoking in the red light district.

"What are you doing?"

Miller was shocked and threatened: "If I don't eat it, you won't eat it!"

Hoffa stopped next to the smoking woman, who couldn't see him because he was in a hallucinatory state. But Hoffa clearly saw that there was a statue of a god in this store, which should be the God of Wealth in appearance. But the face of the God of Wealth turned out to be Sylby, holding a gold coin in his left hand and a gun in his right, smiling, with smoke swirling in front of him.

Now, Hoffa completely confirmed his opinion.

Sure enough, in this land with the most abundant funds, there must be tentacles of the half-human king, which are continuously delivering benefits to him.