387 Chapter 41, New Flesh

While watching, suddenly, the ghost hound on the other side barked suddenly. Hoffa was startled, and disappeared like a gust of wind. He rushed towards the place where the sound came from in three steps and two steps, picked up two curtains in a row, passed through three alleys, an antique shop, and came to the rear of the seafood market.

The cargo ship from New York Harbor was moored by the dark water, and several crew members were unloading the motorboat. Ghost hounds prancing around their cargo.

The unloaders were probably a few Thais. They had the faces of Asian Li Hei, and their bodies were covered with tattoos. There are piercings in the ears and lips, and the language spoken in the mouth is so loud that Hoffa can't understand it at all. Haven't looked closely yet.

I saw a gloomy green light shooting from the darkness, hitting the jumping ghost hound. The hound let out a short screech, which turned into a star and dissipated in the air.

Hoffa turned around immediately, looked at the place where the green light appeared, and was on high alert.

"Who is where?"

someone asked. Accompanied by a gloomy voice, an old man in a cloak, smoking a pipe, and holding a walking stick came out of the dark room with a young girl with tattoos on her arms and thighs. Her neck and arms are almost a teal shade from so many tattoos.

Seeing this, the tattooed thugs who were unloading the cargo by the side of the ship pulled out their weapons from below the deck in unison. Those weapons were mostly sharp machetes or bloody short sticks. Back to back, they looked around warily.

"Don't hide, come out." The old man said in broken English.

Seeing that the Illusion Curse had been seen through, Hoffa stopped hiding, and left from stealth with his suitcase.

The boy who appeared from the air was wearing a black hunting suit with many leather straps, which looked very old. He was carrying a long suitcase in his right hand, and he had a strange violet tattoo on the back of his left hand. His whole temperament was very strange. The Thai-style thugs and the old man onlookers were slightly taken aback, while the tattooed girl next to the old man stuck out her tongue and licked her lips.

"who are you?"

asked the old man, pointing at him with a pipe.

Hoffa looked at the old man in front of him, tilted his head and said in confusion: "Strange, the magic power outside has almost disappeared. How do you still have magic power?"

The old man was surprised after hearing Hoffa's words: "Are you a foreigner?"

Hoffa smiled and said, "You can't speak English well, and you even said that I am a foreigner. Everyone here, who is not a foreigner?"

The old man's expression was not good. The girl beside him stretched her hand to her waist and pulled out a short dagger. Seeing this, Hoffa's left hand trembled with excitement.

The old man took a puff of his cigarette, exhaled smoke rings, raised his head slightly, and the surrounding thugs quietly surrounded Hoffa.

But Hoffa turned a blind eye to the actions of these people. He held the box and said indifferently: "Tell me, where are you going to send these organs?"

"Sure enough, he is a nosy person, and he is from a foreign country."

The old man showed a malicious smile, and said: "I want to know where to send it, don't you know to see it yourself? Wait for you. The heart and cornea have been removed, and we will satisfy your curiosity."

As soon as the words fell, more than a dozen thugs rushed towards Hoffa. The old man also shook off his cloak and pointed at Hoffa with a walking stick. There were violent magical fluctuations in the air.

Hoffa didn't make a move because he knew someone couldn't sit still.

"bring it on!"

Miller couldn't wait to let out a scream.

He dragged Hoffa's body to bend down, and put his left hand on the ground.

Fiercefire was burning on the ground, and the temperature of Fiercefire was extremely high. It surrounded Hoffa in an instant, forming a ring like a dragon. Then, with a roar like a dragon, he pulled his left hand violently, and the roaring Fiery Dragon It splashed in all directions with stones that had been burned into magma.

Before the knife-wielding thugs even came within ten meters of Hoffa, they were hit by the blazing flames and burning objects falling from the sky. They immediately covered their faces and bodies, rolling on the ground in pain.

On the other side, the old man yelled something in an incomprehensible language. A dozen skulls flew out of his crutches and flew towards the two people in the flames.

"You dare to show off your skills in front of me."

Miller laughed and said, "I don't know how to live or die!"

He raised his palm, and five translucent rays burst out from his fingertips, burning through the flying skulls like flames burning through paper, and hit the old man holding a cane without any fanfare.

Accompanied by that terrifying spell power, the sky that should have been only at dusk turned black, and the moonlight was greatly magnified, reflecting the area where the magic power was surging.

The old man was directly pushed by the ray, and hit the rolling shutter door behind, smashing through the rolling shutter door didn't count, and didn't stop until he reached the wall behind. Under the surging magic power, the air twisted, the ground cracked, and the old man screamed.

The terrifying ray lasted for a full ten seconds. Hoffa looked at the caster's left hand with concern, and Miller was probably suffocated during this time. After finally finding a chance to vent, just doing such unscrupulous destruction, I don't know how many people will pay attention to it. But there is no doubt that Miller's power is more refined than that at Hogwarts, at least he has never seen such precise control of magic power. Not even spells, just relying on the magic itself to defeat the enemy.

The rays finally subsided, the flames burned on the ground, and the hot residue that fell into the water scalded thick smoke.

Hoffa was thinking about telling Miller to hold back so that he could interrogate, when suddenly, a figure sprang out from the smoke, holding a sharp knife, and slashed at Hoffa's fingers at lightning speed.

This level of sneak attack Hoffa naturally did not take it seriously, he raised the suitcase in his hand. However, just as he was about to make a move, Miller suddenly shouted, "Wait a minute!"

Hoffa raised his eyebrows. Naturally, he would not listen to Miller, and wait a while for his fingers to be chopped off. A suitcase hit the assassin's lower abdomen directly. The figure that rushed out of the mist flew back backwards after being smashed, and fell into the fragments of the wooden box with a bang, life or death unknown.

Hoffa and Miller wiped out this group of viscera transporters after only one meeting.

Hoffa took a deep breath, shook his shoulders, and walked towards the old man who was shot by Miller against the wall. He still had a lot of things to ask the old man.

But just as he walked to the old man, suddenly, there was a crisp sound from behind him, and he looked back. The person who had just been thrown into the box by him actually got up unsteadily. Looking at the tattoo, it was the girl who was following the old man.

"Huh." Hoffa couldn't help being curious.

He could still stand up after being swung by his suitcase. Although he only used 10% of his strength for the interrogation, it is not an ordinary person who can bear it.

The tattooed girl staggered towards Hoffa.

Hoffa thought for a while, lifted the box in his hand, and prepared to do another 20% effort.

Suddenly, the tattooed woman quickened her pace. Huo raised her arms, but when the woman rushed to his side, she suddenly raised her head and shouted: "Brother-in-law!!"

Hoffa trembled all over his body. He glanced at his palm. The tattoo on his palm disappeared at some point. The next second, Miller controlled the tattooed woman to hang on Hoffa's body, writhing excitedly. While twisting, he said excitedly: "Brother-in-law, do you think this body looks good?"

He fiddled with his arms and thighs: "Look at this figure, it's really interesting, and look at this tongue, and nails, these Muggles are really good at playing."

"Why didn't you find a man when you were looking for a body." Hoffa suppressed his anger, and Yue sneered coldly: "I thought you would take away the soul of this old man."

"What? That old man! Vomit! You can pull it off, who would deliberately be an old man, of course a beautiful girl. By the way, this woman has rings in many places, brother-in-law, do you want to see it?"

As he spoke, he winked at Hoffa and began to lift the hem of his short shirt.

Hoffa couldn't bear it anymore, he gritted his teeth and cursed: "Get out! Who is your brother-in-law!" Accompanied by another heavy foot, the tattooed girl was kicked out. Flying upside down 20 meters, plopped into the river.

The old man on the ground closed his eyes and trembled, his back turned to Hoffa and he didn't dare to move. Hoffa kicked the old man and turned him over with his feet. The old man was playing dead with his eyes closed.

Hoffa, who was full of evil in his heart, put the box against his head and said coldly: "Are you going to speak by yourself or let me use the Imperius Curse to make you speak."

The old man got up almost at the speed of light, knelt down on the ground, and said: "I will speak up myself, you are the boss, you can ask me to do anything, I will not say a word of nonsense."

Hoffa looked into the eyes of the old man, thinking that such a spineless person could still use magic, but even wizards like Adbe lost their magic, why? He can't understand. But at this moment, he didn't want to understand either. He just put the box against the old man's head and asked coldly, "Where are you going to send these organs?"

"Send to the Heaven of Renewing Life."

The old man replied without hesitation.

Hoffa: "Extended Life Paradise? Where is that?"

The old man: "It's located in the Presbyterian Hospital in New York City, but we don't know the exact location. We just send the best quality organs to those people every once in a while, and then take the money. That's all we know."

Hoffa stared into the old man's eyes, and after finding out that the other party was not lying, he continued to ask, "Why can you use magic?"

The old man was taken aback, then shook his head: "I don't know, actually I don't know why others can't use magic. Anyway, my magic power has never been a problem. Maybe it's because I worship the God of Wealth every day," he muttered.

"God of Wealth?" Hoffa's heart moved: "What is that?"

The old man reached out and pointed to the depths of the dark room. Well, it turns out that there is also a statue of Sylby worshiped here, with money in one hand and a gun in the other. Standing behind the small incense burner, Hoffa gritted his teeth.

There was the sound of splashing water behind him, and the wet Miller got up from the river, and walked towards Hoffa with a gloomy expression on his hair. When the old man saw Miller, he leaned against the wall like a ghost, and said with a sneer, "Brother, I really... I really don't know anything. If you want to know the purpose of these hearts, go directly to continue life." Just heaven, don't ask me any more, I really don't know anything."

"Last question!" Hoffa interrupted him: "Please tell me how much you know about this God of Wealth."

"Did you say it was this grandpa?"

"Is it him or who?"

The old man shook his head: "I don't know. When I first came here, someone already offered it to him. The statues here are indeed different from those in our hometown. But I have occasionally heard rumors that it is the richest statue in the world. As long as you satisfy this master, he will fulfill any of your wishes."

"Any wish?"

"Maybe, but I don't know. I'm just some low-level wage earners. I don't know how many people work for those high-level workers. You'd better not embarrass us." The old man said pitifully.

Miller, covered in water, walked up to Hoffa.

Hoffa nodded and ordered.

"Forgetting Curse."

"Oh shit."

The tattooed girl cursed, "If you hit me, let me do something for you."

"Hey!" The old man yelled, "Brother, I have already sued everything."

Before he finished speaking, Miller, the tattooed girl version, pointed his finger at the old man's head: "Forget everything."

A dazzling white light flashed by, and the old man's face slowly became dull. This forgetting spell was so powerful that he sat on the ground, unable to utter a single word. After forgetting everything, he actually laughed happily, and was so happy.

Survival Paradise

Hoffa looked at the statue of Sylby enshrined in the dark room, rubbed his chin and fell into thought. It seems that these hearts were sent to the hospital for people to continue their lives. Was this business arranged by Sylby? If he only relies on the organ business, can he support his crazy activities? Besides, if it was just selling organs, it would be too low. Hoffa couldn't believe that the guy who had tortured him for so long was just an organ trafficker, and that was insulting to him.

After thinking for a moment, Hoffa decided to rush to the Heaven of Resurrection immediately to investigate the source of Sylby's funds.

After making a decision, he said in a solemn voice: "Miller, restore the surroundings to the original, and then turn all these people into teapots. I'll go find a car, and we'll dress up later and go to the Presbyterian Hospital in New York."

Hoffa gave orders as usual, but this time Miller didn't do what he envisioned.

"Miller? Miller?"

Hoffa turned his head again, and Miller was gone.

This made his face change suddenly, and he became inexplicably panicked. Hoffa rushed out in three steps and two steps, calling Miller's name loudly. As a result, he didn't go far, and he saw Miller sitting in front of a seafood shop with his legs crossed, holding a plate in his hand, eating sashimi to a large bowl of seafood.

Hoffa heaved a sigh of relief and shook his head helplessly, covering his head and sighing again and again.

He came to Miller with his suitcase and sat down.

"It's over? When it's over, here's a copy."

Miller squinted at him, and said to the boss with a wriggling octopus in his mouth: "Same as me, order another!"

"No." Hoffa said coldly.

"Why?"

"No money," Hoffa said.

Miller reached out and squeezed, and a bunch of Franklin heads appeared out of thin air.

"I invite you to spend."

"Where did you get the money?" Hoffa was surprised.

"Please, I'm a magic genius, is it difficult to change a few pieces of paper?"

Miller whispered, slapping the money on the table.

When the boss saw the money, his smiling face blossomed.

Soon, a large portion of seafood sashimi was delivered on an ice tray. Hoffa saw the wriggling squid tentacles and yellow sea urchins, and his head ached again involuntarily.

"Eat," Miller urged him.

"You eat, I'm not hungry." He pushed the food to Miller.

"Don't eat? Why don't you eat? Why don't you eat!" Miller stared: "Is there something wrong with you, are you addicted to self-abuse?"

Of course Hoffa wouldn't eat, and he refused any material comforts until he had finished his mission. He didn't allow anything to shake his will. It's Miller's business to enjoy his appetite, and he, Hoffa, will never interfere. In order to show his attitude, he just sat on the chair and closed his eyes to meditate.

But seeing Hoffa's appearance, Miller slowly put down his chopsticks, and looked at Hoffa with increasingly gloomy eyes.

"I get it." Miller sneered, "I get it, you Hofbach, wow!"

Hoffa didn't know what Miller was talking about, so he closed his eyes and reminded him impatiently: "What's good, eat quickly!"

Crash.

Miller waved his hand, and a glass of sake was splashed directly on Hoffa's face.

Hoffa was confused by this, opened his eyes and looked at Miller in shock, not knowing what this guy was doing.

"You're blaming my sister, aren't you?" Miller looked at him with a livid face.

Sake dripped from Hoffa's face, and he was shocked: "How can I blame your sister?"

"Oh, Hoffa, you really can't lie!" Miller looked at him with an unusually sharp voice and said, "Your expression has completely betrayed you, yes, it's all my sister's fault! Blame my sister for letting you eat those stuff. before dragging you to"

"Shut up!!"

Hoffa rose to his feet, golden flames burning in his eyes. I saw him slowly supporting the table, bending down, staring at Miller. Fingers gripped the metal table with palm prints.

But Miller looked at him without fear.

"If you want me to help, bear with me if you want me to help." He said confidently.

Furious, Hoffa squeezed a few words through his teeth.

"Hurry up and eat."