"Two bottles of water, one bag of bread. Thank you."

New York, Hell's Kitchen, late afternoon.

With a baseball cap and sunglasses, Merlin, wearing a windbreaker, put her hands in her pockets.

In this small shop on the street, Meilin turned his head and could see the homeless men curled up in the corners by the bustling street. Less than 10 meters away from the homeless men, the dressed fireflies are attracting guests.

The bright lights of wine cast a seemingly prosperous cloak on the most chaotic neighborhood in New York, but Merlin would not be surprised if several robbers with faces and handguns rushed out of the dark alley now.

This is the hell kitchen that deters all New Yorkers, violence and darkness are synonymous with it.

He has lived here for almost 5 months, and he has become accustomed to the dangers that may arise at any time around him. Gangs grab territory, or fights with gangsters, or racing lunatics who have been stolen with medicine. There are everything here.

Oh, by the way, there are more than 7 supernatural incident survivors similar to him in this block alone.

With the power they gained from demons or other weird things, they have been doing quite well in this chaotic neighborhood.

But they still didn't find Meilin. On the one hand, it was because Meilin hid himself very well, and on the other hand, it was because the power of the Three Palace Demons, even if it was just a remnant, was much stronger than those little ghosts or lower-level demons who could not be on the table.

Merlin secretly searched for the "compatriots" mentioned by Mephist in this city and the real "sons" of the Three Palace Demons. It took him five months to lock in more than a dozen suspected people near Manhattan, but he did not take action.

He didn't make up his mind to kill, or he didn't plan to do that at the beginning.

Just a little residual power has made Merlin's life worse than death, let alone more power, Merlin is self-aware. He himself doesn't think that he can continue to maintain his rationality under such force.

He didn't want to slide into the darkness again.

"Have your stuff done."

The clerk used a plastic bag to pack water and food for Merlin. Merlin paid and carried the bag in his hand.

He walked out of the shop and turned to the house where he lived. After walking out of an alley, Merlin's ears moved. He clearly felt that in the darkness behind him, there were a few bad guys following him.

This kind of follow-up robbery scene has made Merlin a little bored, but this is the daily life of Hell Kitchen.

"I really should move out, this place is indeed not suitable for long-term living."

As he spoke, Merlin reached out and pulled the baseball cap, walked forward a few steps, and turned into another alley. The gangsters following him rushed to speed up, but when they rushed into the alley, they saw no one in front of them. What's even more strange is that the front of the alley was blocked tightly and there was no second exit.

"Where did that trash guy go?"

A strong black man with his arms covered with messy tattoos was searching left and right. The alley was only a few meters wide and there was no one hidden around him. What's more, they saw Merlin walking in with their own eyes.

"Maybe, maybe we were dazzled?"

Another tall and thin man grabbed his hair, put the baseball bat aside, grabbed the lighter and wanted to light a cigarette. But the next moment, the baseball bat he placed next to him disappeared strangely.

"Damn it? Are you thrilling?"

The black man scolded:

"It's okay to have a dazzled look, are there a few people who are dazzled together?"

The tall and thin guys who were scolded shrugged, and the strangely dressed guys around him were still smiling, looking gloating.

These people don't look like professional robbers. They don't even have a gun to protect themselves, which proves that these guys are also very low-end gangsters even in Hell's Kitchen.

After completely losing Merlin's trace, several bastards cursed and prepared to leave, but the moment the strong black man turned around, a swinging baseball bat flashed out of the darkness and hit the back of his head hard.

Without saying a word, the guy lay on the ground with blood splattering everywhere. The blood flowed on his clothes, just like he was dead

The strange movement completely frightened the four people around him. The tall and slim man with the least courage turned around and ran away, but the blood-stained baseball bat roared out of his eyes and hit his chest with a stick.

Merlin in the Shadow Cloak made a lot of effort, and the tall and thin man flew backwards by the frontal blow. He howled and fell to the ground, rolling in pain. This guy was lucky than his boss, but probably had several ribs broken.

The remaining three people were completely shocked. They felt as if there was a harsh ghost wandering in this alley. The fear of not seeing people and being beaten makes the remaining three people dare not move.

Merlin sneered in the darkness, and threw his left hand, and the bloody baseball bat was thrown to the ground.

"Bang"

The sound scared the three of them, and they almost couldn't help but run away.

They are still smart and run in three directions separately.

The guy closest to Merlin just started, he tripped by Merlin's stretched out leg, and he turned forward and hit the ground hard. Meilin, who was beside him, raised his left foot and kicked it at the ugly face.

"Bang"

The guy covered his nose and wailed endlessly, but his screams were so bad that he was kicked between his legs again. Now, he couldn't scream at all.

Merlin still maintained the shadow cloak. He slowly picked up a small folding knife from the ground and shook it in his hand.

Then he got closer to the panicked bastard running into the alley little by little.

That guy was frightened silly.

There was an alley without an exit in front of him, and there was nothing behind him, but he knew that the terrible ghost was there and he didn't dare to pass by. He could only stick to the wall of the alley like a scared little girl, gasping for breath, and even praying.

But, useless.

The guy's eyes were wide open, and any movement would make him turn his head nervously to see. The cold sweat of beans flowed down his face, and he didn't even dare to wipe it.

That scene just now was so terrifying.

"Swish"

Just as this guy had just taken a breath, in front of him, the garbage guy wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses, wearing a windbreaker, carrying water and food suddenly appeared, like a ghost.

He was standing only 2 meters away from him!

"ah!!!"

A scream like a woman sounded, and the guy was so scared that his legs were trembling, and a bad smell came from under him. Merlin covered his nose in disgust and took a step back.

This guy was so scared that he was incontinent.

"With this courage, can you learn from someone to come out to rob?"

He deliberately mocked with a rough voice, then moved his wrists, and the sharp folding knife wiped the gangster's face and stabbed into the wall behind him, scaring the guy so much that he fell to his knees on the ground.

"You have to be a good person in the future, do you know?"

Merlin threw down a sentence, then turned around, stepped into the shadow, and disappeared in front of this guy's eyes again like a ghost.

The poor worm was kneeling there. He didn't dare to move, so he could only look up. At the end of the alley, beside his floppy boss, the ghost-like guy appeared under the light again.

He left the poor man with a cold back.

He put one hand in his pocket, and carried water and food in his other hand. He walked into the darkness step by step and disappeared at the end of the street.

It was not until Merlin completely disappeared that it took the poor man ten minutes to barely get up from the ground. He held the wall and walked to the side of the floppy boss step by step. Looking at the pool of blood under the boss, his body trembled again.

He suddenly felt that the job of a gangster was really unpromising. He might have returned to his supermarket to help his father run it.

Although there is less freedom, at least, at least you will never encounter such a ghost thing again.

"Bang"

Merlin threw the drunk water bottle into the trash can. He stood on the remote bank of the Hudson River, behind him was a piece of trees, which was a very quiet place.

Under the night, Meilin looked at the cold river in front of her.

He pinched his forehead with his fingers, and a sense of pleasure after venting violence flowed in his body, but his eyes were filled with fatigue from suppressing thoughts.

"After doom, is it violence?"

"Did you start, affect me in another way?"

He looked at his other hand, and there was still a trace of blood stain on his fingers. Just now, Merlin easily killed four men in the alley with the shadow cloak he regarded as a "useless thing". If he started to act more ruthlessly and faster, the fifth one would definitely not be able to escape.

What is this?

This is just the most insignificant remnant of the dark power of the Three Palace Demon!

But Merlin has an overwhelming advantage when facing ordinary people. What if there is more power? What if Merlin can truly master the ability to transform into the dark wind?

Then wouldn’t he do whatever he wants in front of a weak ordinary person?

This idea was terrible, like a dark key swaying in front of Merlin. It seemed that as long as he reached out to hold it, he would soon become a god in the eyes of ordinary people.

To be honest, Merlin was a little shaken at this moment.

Who in this world can resist the temptation of using violence, erase all troubles, and make it happen once and for all?

"Clang"

Just as Merlin's mind was swaying, a loud bang rang out from the woods behind him. In Merlin's dark perception, he clearly heard the violent friction of the wheels and the faint cry for help from the woman.

This interrupted Meilin's random thoughts at this time, and he turned around and ran towards the woods.

Someone was injured and he could even smell the blood, which meant that someone needed help.

Merlin rushed into the woods and saw a very luxurious car hitting a tree trunk on the roadside. The front cover of the car was rolling upwards, and dangerous Mars was jumping. In the car, a couple was struggling. It was an old couple, and they were bleeding.

"Don't move, I'll help you."

Meilin rushed to the side of the car and opened the car door with difficulty, trying to carry the old man whose head was hit on the steering wheel, but the white-haired old man was struggling. He held Meilin's hand tightly with one hand, and didn't know where the old man got such great strength. He gritted his teeth and said:

"Go, go and save her! Save my wife!"

"In the trunk, take something, take her, run away! They are coming."

"Um?"

Meilin widened his eyes, and the old man's words gave him an ominous premonition. He dragged the old man out of the carriage and placed it on the ground. He rushed to the other side and carried the dying old lady out of the carriage.

According to the old man's request, he opened the trunk of the car, and there was a gray metal suitcase. As soon as Merlin took the box out of the trunk, he heard the buzz of a motorcycle coming from behind.

He subconsciously looked back and saw that the motorcycle's headlights were extremely dazzling. He could only vaguely see a man wearing a black military uniform and long hair sitting on the motorcycle. He held the handlebar in one hand and the other with something dangerous.

That's a military rifle!

At this moment, Merlin felt the ultimate threat, even as crazy as he felt when he heard the demon bell in Chicago.

Dangerous! Dangerous!

He subconsciously opened the shadow cloak and turned over to the side. Then he heard gunshots like beans. Bullets hit the trunk above Merlin's head, splashing hot sparks, like thunderstorms in the dark night.
Chapter completed!