When people are busy, time always passes quickly.

Almost in the blink of an eye, it was already March 1998.

Three years is enough to bring about earth-shaking changes in New York City. More high-rise buildings have risen from the ground and replaced those old buildings. New technologies are constantly invented and applied. In the era of changing with each passing day, strange things are happening around the world almost every day.

And people have become accustomed to it.

"Swish"

In the afternoon, under the dusk sunlight, a black Ford car painted with a black and white eagle logo was parked on the street on the edge of Manhattan.

The car door opened, wearing a black uniform and sunglasses, Agent Melinda, who was serious, walked out of the car. Next to her were two agents with sunglasses.

"Jimmy, stay outside and watch."

Melinda ordered the two agents behind her in the tone of her commander:

"Ross, follow me."

"Okay, Chief Melinda."

The two agents responded, and the yellow-skinned agent leaned against the side of the car and watched the other two walk towards the nightclub in front of him.

At this point, the nightclub has not officially started business, but there are many cars parked at the door, including some expensive sports cars. Agent Rose followed behind Melinda. He looked at the nightclub in front of him, and he couldn't help but whisper:

"Sir, I heard that this is the largest alien neutral zone in New York. Behind it is a mysterious boss who is operating it. Will it cause some trouble if we just break in like this?"

"That's right."

Melinda replied calmly:

"This is Midnight Daddy's territory. He is known as the "King of Voodoo on the East Coast". He is a real tough guy. Anyone who dares to make trouble in his territory will eventually die in an unknown way. But Ross, those who make trouble, we are here to carry out the mission."

She reached out and plucked her short hair, and her tone became colder:

"That bastard who killed people is hiding here, we have to catch it before it creates more bloody."

While talking, the two walked to the entrance of the nightclub. It was the bald man in a vest. He picked up a card from the side and placed it in front of Melinda. He said calmly and almost coldly:

“What is the card?”

Melinda reached out and pushed her psychic sunglasses. Under the influence of the sunglasses, she vaguely saw a pattern, she said:

"Soldier!"

The strong man turned his body sideways and made a "please" position.

The moment she walked into the nightclub, the strong man lowered his voice and said in a warning voice:

"Shield Devil's miscellaneous people, keep your claws away. If you make trouble here, no one can save you!"

“That’s what we need to worry about.”

Melinda replied lukewarmly, and she led Agent Rose along the gorgeous aisle and walked into the slightly deserted nightclub.

The explosive performances here don't start until midnight. It is said that it is the craziest and most curious alien show you can see in New York. Every day the performances attract many aliens to come and watch, and even a little stupid to chase crazy ordinary people.

They long to see the "reality of the world", but here they find nothing but thriller and madness.

Melinda raised her wrist and looked at the ladies' watch in her hand. On the dial of the watch, a red dot was beating, quite close to them.

She gestured to her companion behind her, and the two walked along the aisle to the private room deeper in the nightclub.

I have to say that although Dad Midnight is a voodoo warlock, he is still quite close to the trend. All door locks in this nightclub are electronic locks and require a specific identity card to open.

But this is not a problem for the agents of SHIELD.

Outside the small box in the corner, Melinda looked around and then approached her watch close to the electronic lock and gently pressed it on the watch. With a low whisper, the light of the electronic lock went out in an instant.

She pushed open the door and it was an extremely decay scene in the private room in front of her.

Several untidy guys were lying together and asleep. A strong man and three beautiful women were dressed up. Judging from the bottles scattered on the ground and the suspicious syringes, these guys should have had a night of fun last night.

"Look, werewolf and succubus, really play."

Melinda was no longer surprised by the scene in front of her. In the dim light, she stepped on the stained ground and approached the sleeping guy. When the distance between the two sides was only 3 meters, the sleeping man suddenly opened his eyes, which were a pair of beast eyes shining in the darkness.

"You shouldn't be here!"

He noticed the danger and roared and was about to rush over. But the stun gun in Melinda's hand was obviously faster.

"Swish"

A small fishing net-like thing hit the werewolf. Before the guy could complete the beast transformation, the blue current that was rushing wildly across his body quickly paralyzed him.

In the exclamation of the three awakened succubus ladies, Melinda rushed forward, pulled out a metal syringe from her waist, and accurately pierced into the numb werewolf's neck.

Under the influence of a high-intensity sleeping agent specially made for aliens, the arrogant guy was shaking and trying to fight back, but as soon as he waved his half-beasted claws, he was kicked in the heart by Melinda. He turned his whole body overturned to the back, hitting the edges of the sofa with a bang, and then he fell into a coma with his eyes.

Behind Melinda, the agent Rost, who was holding a gun, saw that the werewolf was knocked unconscious. He inserted the pistol back into the holster, took off a pair of black, special handcuffs from his waist, put the unconscious werewolf on it, and then grabbed the heavy guy from the ground with some difficulty.

"The mission is completed."

Melinda shook her hair casually, waved at the three frightened succubus ladies, signaling them to leave quickly, and then planned to leave the nightclub with the captured prisoner.

But just as she walked out of the box, five strong men holding various weapons were blocking her way.

The skin of those strong men shines with abnormal dark blue under the light. Their muscles are so strong that they don’t look like normal people at all. Their expressions are so cold that they are almost paralyzed, while their eyes are terrifyingly pale, as if they have no pupils at all.

The most important thing is that these strong men all exuded a strong smell, mixed with the smell of odor and strange and pungent herbs.

"It's a rotten corpse monster."

Melinda quickly pulled out a pistol full of sacred silver bullets. She protected her team members. He took out his ID and sternly said to the rotten corpse monsters:

"I am a fourth-level agent of the Strategic Crisis Intervention and Logistics Support Bureau, Melinda Mei! I am carrying out the arrest mission! Please do not hinder official duties and let us leave!"

As the name suggests, the rotten corpse monster is a corpse warrior made of voodoo. They have no thinking and wisdom.

Melinda, who has been in sl.d. for 3 years, knows this very well. She said not to these difficult rotten corpses, but to the voodoo warlock who manipulated the rotten corpses behind her back.

This is a sign of self-identity and a warning.

However, Melinda's warning did not seem to work. The five rotten monsters stood there, neither moving forward nor retreating, as if they had completely trapped the two agents.

Higher in the nightclub, in a large decorated room like a palace, the nightclub owner, the most fierce and fearful voodoo king on the East Coast, was sitting on the sofa at midnight. On the table in front of him, five chess soldier pieces were shining, representing the control of the voodoo warlock on his warriors.

Daddy Midnight, this is a black man who looks like he is in his 40s.

He was strong and even nearly bloated. He wore a black plaid suit, an exaggerated top hat, and an exaggerated decoration around his neck and arms, with gold or gemstones, and at his hand, a gold-plated cane inlaid with large pieces of crystal.

Like a hip-hop trendy uncle.

But his eyes, those with green gloss, represent his true identity.

He came from a voodoo family in the Mediterranean. In his father's generation, his family moved to New York to avoid the war. This nightclub is not only the legacy left by Midnight's father, but also the new stronghold of Midnight's family.

It took his family two generations to make a name for themselves throughout the East Coast, bringing the family back to the ranks of the powerful wizard family.

For midnight, the meaning of this nightclub is more valuable than any money or treasure.

And now, two young men broke into his base camp and tried to take his guests away. It was like a slap in the face of midnight. How could the long-famous voodoo warlock accept it calmly?

But Midnight was not a reckless person. He did not manipulate the rotten corpse monster and rush forward and dismember the two agents.

Instead, he trapped them there, and he knew that these agents were not afraid of, and that the real trouble was the person standing behind these agents.

The Auror, who has worked together for the last three years, has successfully put a layer of shackles on the alien world of New York, a detective from the New York police department and forces from other government departments.

“'Raw' Merlin”

He silently recited the name at midnight, playing with a knight's pawn in his hand, and he knew that there must be a meeting today.

His meeting with Merlin.

"Woooo!"

A few minutes later, accompanied by a sharp raven chirping, the dark red guardian spirit flew from the open window into the midnight box.

The illusory spirit bird gathered its wings and landed on the chandeliers dotted with emeralds in midnight. It stared at midnight with its dark red eyes below, and looked at it at midnight.

He knew that this was Merlin's messenger. In the past three years, every time an alien group was destroyed under a fierce blow, the bird would appear on the scene.

It is Merlin's eyes.

"Buzz"

In the sudden twist of the light, Merlin came to the box at midnight through the shape-shifting spell.

His dress was almost exactly the same as three years ago.

A gray casual suit, frameless glasses, and a slightly worn handbag in her hand with black gloves.

Compared to three years ago, Merlin was more mature at this time. His eyes were less sharp, more gentle and calm, full of the bookish spirit unique to the wizards, and looked gentle and kind.

But Midnight knew that this young man was not as simple as he seemed.

As he advanced the new order of aliens in New York, his hands were already covered with alien blood, from low-level evil demons, small demons, to advanced vampires and werewolfs, and even rare goblins and dwarves.

Hundreds of small alien groups were destroyed under his command, and thousands of aliens were thrown into the "Isle Prison" of SHIELD. There were more rebels who lost their lives under the joint attack of his commander S.L.D. and the Ministry of Magic.

This is a guy who can be extremely ruthless when necessary.

"You want to see me?"

Merlin raised his wrist and looked at his watch. He pushed his glasses and said softly:

"I am coming."

"sit!"

After waved his hand at midnight, a beautiful girl walked forward and placed a chair next to Merlin.

There was no odor on the girl, but Merlin didn't need to look at it, she could feel that this was a specially treated corpse. She should be a beautiful and noble elf.

But Merlin didn't care about these things. He sat in a chair and looked at midnight, and said:

"Let my agents go, they're just doing the mission. Then we have a good chat."

"They rushed into my territory and would capture my guests without saying hello."

Rubbing his chin at midnight, the black man stared at Merlin with his fearful eyes, he said:

"A few years ago, when you needed help the most, I helped you! So that's how you rewarded me? Is this humiliating me? Or is this a signal that represents the 'terrible' sl.d. Is it going to attack me?"

Faced with the suppressed anger of midnight, Merlin's expression calmed down, and he said slowly:

"First of all, that's not your guest. The werewolf has killed five ordinary people in Brooklyn in the past week and snatched millions of precious items. Is he a criminal, does he need punishment, or is your neutral zone already a hiding place for criminals?"

Merlin looked at midnight, he straightened his body, and he whispered:

"Midnight, I have never forgotten the help you have helped me. I hope we can maintain a friendly relationship, which is why I have been avoiding your nightclub for the past three years. I believe that you cannot feel my kindness."

"You can catch him anywhere! I don't care about that clumsy life or death!"

Midnight pointed to the floor beneath his feet, and he said in a deep voice:

"But I can't be here. I want to do business, Merlin, you have to understand that once my reputation is bad, my business will be over!"

"Look, that's the problem."

Merlin bounced his finger and said:

"That bastard killed people and escaped all the way to your territory. He hid for 3 days. He knew that you could protect him. He knew that sl.d. would deliberately avoid your nightclub. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Midnight, I'm helping you! If this happens constantly, even if I can tolerate it, do you think the demon France, who has made up its mind to reshape the order of the North American wizarding world, will it tolerate it?"

"Maybe, I will not be the one who comes to talk to you next time."

Merlin said:

"Those Aurors who have finally made their hands free will not chat with you so calmly, Mr. Midnight."

Daddy at midnight had a gloomy face and didn't speak, so he certainly knew what Merlin meant.

But he also has something he values, which seems irreconcilable.

After nearly a minute of confrontation between the two sides, Merlin sighed, took out something from her handbag and placed it on the table in front of midnight, he said:

"This is my proof of goodwill. The Magic France Association and Sl.d. decided to set up several reserving areas of alien species in New York, so as not to force them to jump to the wall. This is the official document for the establishment of the reserving area. As long as you sign the letter, your nightclub will be a regular neutral area."

Merlin handed a pen to Midnight and said softly:

"Think about it."
Chapter completed!