Three hundred kilometers west of New Orleans.

It was originally a busy town.

Has thousands of people.

But the town was plagued by a plague thirty years ago.

None of the thousands survived.

That's not all, the town has been completely closed since.

No one can enter this town anymore.

At least normal means can never come in.

However, this small town has now become the headquarters of Satanism.

In the center of the town was the town government.

Today it is a Satanic demon church.

Royer struck a black cut-out gauze dress and knelt in front of the face of a demon statue with prayers.

In contrast, Amesha had no respect for the demon statue.

She is not worshiping Satan.

She would turn her back on her white spear, not because she was affectionate with Sister Royer.

They just made a deal.

After a short while, Royer finished praying, stood up and looked at Amesha.

"Amesa, what other powers are there in the White Spear?"

"The strong?" Ameisha gave a stunned moment. "No, to facilitate your plan, I gathered all the psychics who can threaten you. Even the few who ran away were little mice. That's it. "

"Today, I heard reports from my men that someone was killing my believers in New Orleans, and that the other party was very strong. Almost 50 people who have been deployed in New Orleans have returned to their owners. The purpose of the other party is clear , Revenge, the word is left near every sacrificed believer. "

"It's impossible, even if all the remaining little mice add up, they won't be able to destroy your fifty men."

"But that's the truth. My children are dead and injured."

"You doubt that I conceal the combat power of the White Spear? This doubt is very unfounded, and I have no reason to do so. It will not do me any good."

"So I'm also curious." Royer stared at his sister.

Royer has been very alert to Amesha.

Because in her eyes, her sister Amesha was really evil.

She is a person without faith.

No matter in the past or the present, she only pursued one.

That is powerful power.

She can betray the whole world without hesitation for her own benefit.

Such as this time betrayal of the White Spear.

White spear would be her.

And she did not set up the White Spear Society to protect justice.

Just to create trouble for yourself.

Royer believed that if someone gave her enough benefits, Amesha would not hesitate to betray her ...

That's why Royer doubts.

His men were attacked in New Orleans.

Will it be Amesha's trick?

"You still doubt me."

"Should I not doubt you?"

"Well, I think I need to prove myself." Amesha shrugged. "Give me the information you have, and I'll fix the trouble."

"By the way, if it's possible, bring back alive." Royer said.

"Well, I try my best, but I don't guarantee it."

"You can use whatever you like," Royer paused. "Even if you can't bring back alive, at least bring the body back."

Even if a person dies, Royer has a way to get him to speak.

At that time, we will know who to deal with, and whether it is Amesha's conspiracy.

Amesha knew that her sister was doubting herself.

But no matter how she doubted it.

She couldn't live without her.

Amesha was also curious.

Who is the troublemaker in New Orleans?

Is it really the White Spears?

It seems that there is no such person in White Spear.

All the bodies of his former men were sent here.

I have identified myself.

Who else is left, Amesha basically knows.

If it is someone who can threaten her.

Amesa will never let go.

...

"Boss, when are we going back to Los Angeles?"

"Not necessarily." Chen Yan casually replied, "Why, are you in a hurry?"

"Boss, haven't you watched the news? Recently, a killer has appeared in New Orleans and is killing people everywhere."

Chen Yan rolled his eyes. You must not know that the murderer in your mouth is in front of you.

"As long as you don't leave the hotel casually." Chen Yan said calmly: "A murderer will not run in the hotel to kill someone."

"That's not necessarily true. The other person must be a delusional lunatic. Since he is a lunatic, who knows if he will run to the hotel to kill someone."

"How do you know that this is a lunatic? I read in the news that every killing scene left a line of revenge, which shows that the other party was not a random killing, but a purposeful revenge. Maybe it was a gang dispute. Anyway, It has nothing to do with us. You care so much. "

Portia doesn't think so.

Gangster Vendetta?

She grew up in New Orleans.

She knows what a local gangster looks like.

Even the most arrogant gangster would not dare to kill like this.

This behavior is like challenging the police and even the government.

Gangsters are crazy, so dare to do such a thing.

She didn't want to stay here anyway.

A few days ago, the quaint Lake of Pontchartrain also had that earth-shattering explosion.

The former artificial island of Lake Pontchartrain is completely history.

When you have the money, take your family to Los Angeles.

You must not stay in this chaotic city.

Just then, Chen Ye's phone rang.

Portia immediately stepped forward and picked up the phone.

"Hello, I'm Mr. Chen's assistant. May I ask who you are?"

"I'm looking for Mr. Chen."

"Boss, I'm looking for you."

Chen Ye answered the phone: "Who?"

"Mr. Chen, it's me, Sabonis."

"Well, say it."

"Mr. Chen, there is news that a convoy entered New Orleans, and someone recognized one of them as the former president of the White Spear Society, Amesha."

Chen Huan held the phone and said to Portia: "You go out first, remember to bring the door."

After Portia stepped out of the room, Chen Min asked: "Don't you say that the white spear will be destroyed? The president of the white spear is alive?"

"I don't know."

"Do you know where these people settle?"

"They settled in the French-speaking area. There are a lot of them. It is estimated that there are nearly a hundred."

"I see. You send me their exact location."

Not long after, Chen Yan received the address sent by Sabonis.

Chen Zhen called Portia: "Portia, transfer a million dollars to that account yesterday."

"Good boss."

In the past two days, Portia has been sending remittances to an account provided by Chen Yong intermittently, sometimes tens of thousands of dollars, and sometimes hundreds of thousands of dollars.