(The chapter was blocked at 12 o'clock, and I don't know why, and I said that the pornographic content was submissive. Are there any such guardians among our readers? This prank book is worth your efforts? Today I was blocked one chapter, and I will add another chapter to you.)

Queens, Aunt Mei’s house.

"What are you arguing about?"

Riven, who had just finished a meditation, wore loose clothes and pushed open the door of the mysterious house and walked out, and saw Peter and Frank glaring at each other as they were in the room.

Peter was angry while sitting on the sofa, while the silly dog ​​was lying on the carpet, baring his teeth while shouting something.

Ruiwen asked, and Peter turned around and said to his sister:

"Frank is a bad guy, he ran away!"

"Um?"

Ruiwen looked down at the silly dog ​​in surprise, and she said:

"Are you bullying Gugu? Are you not afraid of being beaten by it?"

"Don't listen to this stupid child talking nonsense."

Frank used his short hind hooves to pluck his neck, and the dog in a small suit explained with dissatisfaction:

"Gugu ran by himself, and I don't know what's going on."

"I was stealing food at that time, uh, I mean, I was helping Gugu "tidy up" the cat food, but it was knocked out by it. The violent big bad cat was about to beat me, but with a flash of purple light, it disappeared."

Frank stuck out his tongue and said:

"We have all seen Gugu use teleportation. It can open the portal, it is purple, so it must have run away by itself. As for why, I don't know."

"Have you left?"

Ruiwen glanced at Gugu's cat's nest, where there was still some remaining cat food.

She closed her eyes and sensed that there was indeed energy residue similar to teleportation techniques in the room. What Frank said was a great chance that it was true.

But why did Gugu run away suddenly?

Did the cat sense something? Or was there something urgent?

"I heard that Gugu had run once before?"

Frank walked around Riven twice with his short legs. He raised his head and looked at the little master. He said:

"Eric told me that Gugu left for a long time that time."

"Well, there is this incident. Gugu went to take down the kitten that time."

Riven squatted down and patted Frank on the head. She turned her head and said to Peter:

"Maybe Gugu is indeed urgent, but there is no need to worry about it. Its strength is enough to make it walk sideways on the earth, and maybe it will be back in a few days."

Gugu is a cat who is only occasionally a little nervous.

In the past seven months, without Merlin's control, the cat occasionally left home and wandered around with his temperament.

As a Yuan-Devouring Beast, it has powerful devouring ability and can open the portal at any time, allowing it to rarely encounter enemies in this world.

When it just disappeared, the family didn't pay much attention to this matter.

I won’t mention Gugu’s story. After all, it’s about the mysterious purple-eyed girl Ganata, and this matter will take some time to ferment.

On the other side, quite far from New York, in the southern and southern parts of North America, another important thing is happening in Texas, where the people are strong.

"Boom"

Several black transport helicopters were parked in the wilderness of Texas.

In the strong wind caused by the helicopter propeller, a group of guys dressed in black jackets and flower turbans jumped down.

Under the command of the Romans, the heroes from New York quickly gathered with their own equipment.

This is the famous East Coast superhero team.

They accepted a special employment agreement early this morning.

"Brothers! You must be curious why we left home and came to this ghost place!"

The second-year middle school uncle wearing armor, the second-ranked figure in the Death Gang, pushed his unique-shaped helmet with feathers.

He put his waist on his back and sang to the more than 50 superheroes gathered in front of him:

"We came here because the source of the group of demons that have recently been raging in New York has been found!"

The Romans pointed to the oil factory that covered a large area and had been abandoned several kilometers behind him. He said to his brothers:

"Those demonic cubs rushed out of this abandoned oil factory here."

"It is said that a group of crazy cultists held a terrible ceremony here not long ago, opening the doors of hell and the world, and releasing the evil spirits in hell."

"Although the local situation is under control, there will still be sporadic demons escape, and they will be traced to New York and even the entire East Coast."

The Romans aggravated their tone and shouted:

"After learning about this, Miss Ash contacted the local organization responsible for clearing the source. As the most powerful superhero organization on the East Coast, the Death Gang accepted the employment from them!"

"In the next month, we will be here to help the local guards clear out the demons that have been rushing out of hell."

"This is the responsibility of the hero, and it is also the next big project of the Dead Gang."

Ash's loyal dog-legged shouted to the heroes in front of him:

"I am a rough man. I will say ugly words ahead. If anyone dares to escape in the face and destroy the reputation of the Killing Gang, and make Miss Ash lose face, I will kill him with my own hands!"

Speaking, this guy added another sentence:

"Well, this time is considered a high-risk task. Miss Ash promised that after the task is over, the allowance will be calculated based on personal contributions, but it will not be issued after the task is over. Does anyone have any comments?"

No one has any objections.

The first batch of more than 50 people who arrived were all loyalists who followed Ash for several years.

They joined the Death Band, relying on the praise of the media companies under Ash, and they have gained a reputation and can receive a generous salary every month. They cannot be said to be ignorant of the Death Band, but their loyalty is absolutely reliable.

In addition, there were also reporters who followed this job, which was a good opportunity to become famous and earn a richer salary, so naturally no one would have any objections.

As for the danger

Why do you want to be a superhero if you are afraid of danger?

Isn’t this a business that makes money by working hard?

"Okay, then let's go!"

The Romans waved their hands and several trucks parked at the landing point drove over and drove the members of the Dead Gang to the abandoned oil factory.

After everyone left, the Romans looked around, took out their cell phones, and called Ash, who was far away in New York.

"Ms., I've done what you said, no one doubts."

"very good."

Ash's cold voice came from the phone, she said:

"Stabilize them, and the trouble will be solved for a month at most."

"Okay, ma'am, look at me."

The Romans hung up the phone, got into their own car, and drove into the wilderness.

As Ash's most trusted dog, the Romans knew that the Death Gang had been in trouble with capital turnover recently.

Things are very troublesome. Miss Ash, who is rich and powerful, can no longer pay this month's salary. She is raising funds, but it takes time.

She signed an employment agreement with this mysterious mechanical god in Texas.

On the one hand, these guys are generous, and the salary they get after doing this work can just make up for the gang's funding gap this month.

On the other hand, all the main members of the Dead Gang were transferred from New York to avoid leaking the matter.

This is something that no one can tell anyone else.

Most of the superheroes who can join the Death Gang are very realistic guys.

They came for a generous salary and the opportunity to become famous. To put it simply, these superheroes have to make money to support their families with this well-paid job.

Not all superhumans are willing to do ordinary people's work like Clark or Carol.

Not everyone is willing to accept the recruitment of the Tianyan Society and do some shameful black work for the official.

There was a Hero Association to support it before, but after the Hero Association was disbanded, there were very few choices for these low-level heroes with average abilities and poor mentality.

At least on the East Coast, joining the current powerful Death Gang is their best choice.

More than ten minutes later, the superheroes of the Death Gang arrived at the abandoned oil project.

What caught their eye was the entire factory area burned by fire.

The collapsed buildings still remained with twisted, burned black steel, and the ground was covered with ashes. Among the piles of ashes, there were still some broken limbs of alien creatures.

Most of the buildings inside the factory have collapsed, like an earthquake, and there is a crack nearly 100 meters long on the factory ground.

The Romans jumped out of the car, stood beside the crack, and looked down.

It's bottomless.

Occasionally, there were sneaky howls coming from the dark cracks, and the screams that were not as human as possible made the Romans feel a little uncomfortable after several reinforcements.

In the middle of the crack, a huge metal drill bit was thrown there. Under the sunlight, the distorted drill bit also emitted some strange light, and some twisted runes could be seen vaguely.

The metal tower used to house drilling equipment broke from the center, like a bridge, placed across the gully.

Around the crack, there were calcined corpses, most of which were hell demons crawling out from the pit. Under the sunlight, the terrifying corpses were turning into black smoke and dissipating, like burning ashes.

But there is still some broken metal.

It's like being torn apart by an evil demon.

"Smart equipment?"

Behind the Romans, a wild girl wearing a denim suit and moxie's head and armbands suddenly shouted:

"Boss! Look, there are all smart machines over there!"

"Um?"

The Romans raised their heads and looked at their subordinates' fingers. Sure enough, on the other side of the gully, in a cleared area, more than a dozen armed intelligent weapons were patrolling.

Since these smart machines are different from those walking in New York City.

Each of their bodies is shaped like a warrior in armor, and they are all wearing heavy, ritual-like hooded robes, just like believers, and there is a rather strange sign on their robes.

It was the interlacing of several gears, which looked like a skull.

The Romans also noticed that around the large ravine of the factory were filled with small established turrets, as well as heavy weapons that emitted cold light in the sun.

The operators of these weapons are all intelligent weapons!

There are even several bipedal bodies docked by the gully, with weapons launching ports on the square bodies.

The small-caliber, large-caliber, and super-caliber barrel also carries a huge steel backpack like a honeycomb missile launcher.

Once that thing opens fire, it will probably easily collapse a building.

"Boss, I feel strange here."

The Moshit's girl with the sharpest eyes looked around and looked around with some fear. She lowered her voice and said to the Romans:

"It seems that no one here is all robots. You noticed that the eyes of those smart machines are all red."

"Don't panic!"

The Romans themselves were a little panicked, but when they faced their subordinates, they still had to show their steady temperament. He forced them to explain:

"Those red lights are manifestations of intelligent equipment entering a combat state. You have never seen it because the intelligent equipment in the city does not load the combat module at all, but they are all dedicated to war, so don't mess with them."

"No need to worry, the warriors of the Dead Gang."

Just after the Romans finished speaking, a woman's voice rang in front of them.

The Romans looked up and saw a thin woman walking out of the shadow of the factory under the escort of several black armed intelligent weapons.

This should be a human, but she also wore a hooded robe like those smart machines, with the same emblem of gear skull on her robe.

The Romans noticed that there was a black thing connected to her belt, similar to a small incense burner.

She was also leaning on a metal cane that was taller than hers. At the top of the cane, there were three probes extending like spider limbs.

As the woman walked, the probe was spinning, and a blue spark popped up from time to time.

"My name is Jemima Cumming."

The mysterious short woman stood in front of the Romans, and she raised her head and revealed a human face under her heavy hood.

She was wearing a weird, steampunk-style glasses with several overlapping lenses. As she spoke, the precision machinery on the frame of the glasses kept moving, replacing several lenses.

The Romans felt that the miraculous woman in front of him was examining him.

He felt as if he was not wearing any clothes.

"I am the head of the Mechanical God Cult here and a believer of the God of All Machines. You can call me Ms. Kaming, or ‘Dove’."

"Well, Ms. Cumming."

The Romans looked at the armed intelligent weapons with red light in their eyes, and said:

"We have accepted the employment to help you with the evil spirits crawling out of hell. Where is our defense zone? Is there anything we need to pay attention to here?"

"Your job is to defend the periphery and prevent the filthy demons from escaping."

The mechanical priest raised his cane and pointed to the high altitude and ground defense lines built outside the factory, she said:

"Especially at night, the demons will become more rampant. They howled and crawled out of hell, trying to pollute the world with all means, which made the soul unhappy."

She strengthened her tone:

"You must shoulder the sniping mission on the periphery, so that my brothers can seep into the big ravines with greater confidence and stop the evil demons from breaking through."

"Why do you need to fight a protracted war with them?"

The Roman frowned and said:

"Why not ask the caster to seal the crack and solve this problem once and for all?"

"That's related to a hell king."

Ms. Cumming said calmly:

"It is difficult to find such a spellcaster in this world."

"In addition, there is no need to be too restrictive here. The Mechanical God Cult is not conservative. You can have fun as long as it does not affect the mission."

The mysterious woman waved her hand and said to the Romans and the other heroes:

"Every night, we will hold a mechanical spiritual induction ceremony. If you are interested, you are welcome to come and watch."

"Do you have faith, too?"

A superhero wearing a cross behind the Romans asked in surprise:

"Are you believers of Mengdata?"

"No."

Ms. Cumming turned around and as she left, she whispered:

“We worship greater power.”
Chapter completed!