my beauty world

Ilsa patted Mickey on the back: "Go and find some clothes to put on." She looked at the driver's license in Ronan's hand: "Do you know her?"

When they met again in the workshop, Ronan's deepest impression on Ilsa was undoubtedly his cruelty.

She was a little surprised that she cared so much about a girl.

Ronan simply said: "Sophia Hotel owner's daughter, a very kind girl, I hope she is okay."

Speaking of this, he thought of the hanging corpses.

How could it be okay?

If a person falls into their hands, it is an extravagant hope to die happily!

Mickey found a piece of cloth to put on, and then said: "Please save Anna, save Ruby, save Alison, save Lena..."

Ilsa's stern face showed a bit of gentleness: "I will find a way."

Ronan remained silent and searched the laboratory.

There was a huge safe inside. Ronan found the key and opened it. He found a large number of experiment logs, which contained information on the so-called manual extraction technique, and only then did he know what these candles were used for.

Ilsa came over at this time and reached out to Ronan: "May I see that badge?"

"Huh?" Ronan was puzzled.

Ilsa said: "Let me see the emblem on it."

Ronan took it out, because he felt that the badge was unusual, but he just held it to let Ilsa look at the pentagram on it, and Ilsa said, "This is a mage."

The information obtained by the soul fragment has already fed back this point. Ronan was not surprised, but asked, "What's so special?"

Ilsa further said: "This is the first time I have seen a real mage. According to the records in the classics, mages are often knowledgeable and proficient in alchemy. Some battle mages are strong and good at fighting."

Ronan has seen voodoo witches, werewolves, and suspected vampires, and he has long been familiar with these supernatural things.

"You're not a London policeman!" Ronan said directly, "You know too much."

Ilsa also said: "You are not the FBI!"

Ronan put away the badge and said intentionally: "We have fought side by side, let's be honest, I am the CIA."

Ilsa felt as expected: "I am from MI[-], and I was ordered to investigate here."

Ronan rummaged through the inside of the safe and found dozens of passports, both male and female, all of them young.

After a brief look, the muscles at the corners of Ronan's mouth twitched again. Several of the passports came from the other side of the Pacific Ocean!

Damn!

The offal here is all be damned!

Ronan found two bags, put part of his passport and certificates into one of them, put them in the bag, and said to Ilsa, "I'll leave it to you here, let me lend you a dagger."

After receiving the dagger from Ilsa, Ronan went out of the laboratory door, found the dead giant chameleon, and skinned it roughly.

That strong appetite is only aimed at the skin of the giant chameleon.

Therefore, Ronan is very sure that this is one of the raw materials needed to be promoted as a predator: the skin of a giant chameleon.

Ilsa looked at Ronan suspiciously, thinking of the special nature of the monster, thinking that the CIA wanted to study it, so she searched for evidence without asking further questions.

Ronan peeled off the skin roughly, wrapped it in a bag and packed it up. He came to the comatose French Big Nose, avoided the vital arteries, and stabbed Big Nose's leg with a knife.

Big Nose woke up with a miserable howl. When he woke up, he looked at the laboratory first. When he saw Master Henry's body, he lost his composure.

Ronan looked at the big nose: "Is there any girl named Anna among the girls transported away?"

The big-nosed Lehman didn't speak.

Ronan didn't talk nonsense, he dragged his big nose and one leg into the laboratory, tied him to the shelf next to the candle, and pushed him onto the candle.

Ilsa covered Mickey's eyes: "You go out first."

Mickey held the door and walked out of the laboratory trembling.

Lehman was not blessed with the handmade grill carefully designed by Master Henry, and soon shouted: "I say! I say!"

Ronan was unmoved, and the number of times he was forced to question him, he knew that some people would not shed tears when they left the coffin.

Lehman yelled, "I say, I say, please, please, I say..."

Ronan pulled him back: "There is only one chance."

"There was a girl named Anna, and Sera let the mercenaries capture her from the island." Lehman could laugh and watch others burn, but he couldn't bear the oil on himself: "She and several other virgins, in more than three hours, Before, they were packed and transported by us, they will be transferred to the seaplane in the Gulf of Venezuela, then sent to French Guiana, and then transferred to Paris from Guyana, which will already be over the Atlantic Ocean.”

Ronan asked, "Where are you going to send it to Paris?"

Lehman glanced at the candle and said: "I will send it to the Albanian gang first, and they will take care of it temporarily, and then wait for Master Grenoye to send someone to inspect the product. Master Grenoye believes that the deodorant of a young virgin is the best for making top-grade perfumes." Those who can pass his inspection will become raw materials for perfume making, and those who cannot pass will be sent to the underground auction house for auction."

He burst into tears: "I'm not in charge over there, I can't ask more, I don't know where the Albanians' stockpiles and Master Grenoye are."

Ronan asked again: "These girls are the last?"

Lehman lowered his head, as if confessing: "All will die."

"How long?" Ronan asked.

"People need to do physical conditioning when they are sent there." Lehman said: "Under normal circumstances, Master Grenoye will start the selection on the fifth day after the goods arrive, and then..."

Ronan understood: "Five days."

Lehman trembled in fear: "Please, don't kill me, I'm just an employee of Obia Group, this business is done by Obia and those cosmetics groups, don't care about my business, really! I'm just a Little employee..."

Ronan continued to press until he had drained Lehman of everything he knew.

After leaving the laboratory and walking outside the workshop, Ronan turned on his vision and continued to harvest soul fragments.

In the state of spiritual vision, I saw countless green halos, some of which had faded to the point of collapsing. In the past few days alone, this workshop has swallowed up countless lives.

In the place where people were held, Ronan and Ilsa rescued many people.

Ronan also finds dynamite and oil barrels.

Chapter 50 She is more gorgeous than fireworks

Under the night, dozens of people, including the girls Mickey and Lena, walked out of the iron gate on the fence of the resort with hesitation and helplessness.

There is a driveway ahead that leads directly to the town on the island.

But there was a fire burning in the town, dyeing half the sky red.

Is it really safe over there?Everyone was puzzled, but there was no other way.

"Go forward, keep going!" Ilsa stood at the gate of the iron gate and shouted loudly: "The town ahead is Billena Island, go to the town for help! Go to the town for help!"

With so many people rescued, Ilsa had no choice but to send them to town for help.

With no food, no drinking water, and insufficient means of transportation, there is only so much she can do on this exotic island.

Behind the fence, Ronan put his bag on his back, packed his pistol and dagger, and glanced at the sky over the town.

The plane was gone, and the explosions and gunfire had stopped.

Seeing the crowd walking away slowly, Ronan walked towards the resort pier without saying anything.

Ilsa followed from behind.

On the pier, there was a four-person speedboat. Ronan boarded the boat and said to Ilsa, "Start the boat."

Ilsa's stern face looked at Ronan for two seconds, and then went to sail.

The speedboat swayed through the waves and rushed into the sea.

Ronan leaned on the leather seat, stood on the speedboat, took out a mobile phone, dialed a number, and pressed the speakerphone.

Using the ability of the blasting expert he just acquired in the afternoon, he used explosives, oil drums and electronic equipment to set up bombs at the key points of the resort and the factory.

The bell rang, and with a bang, several places in the rear exploded at the same time, fireballs rose into the air, and flames blazed.

This secret processing factory that killed countless people and committed heinous crimes was destroyed.

Ronan threw the phone into the sea and sat on the seat with a solemn face.

Ilsa said: "Go straight west from here, and you will soon reach the Guajira Peninsula in Colombia."

Ronan nodded: "Go ashore, let's go separately."

"You don't plan to report it?" Ilsa had a strong intuition: "You want to go to Paris to save people?"

There was a fire burning in Ronan's heart, even more violent than the flames caused by the rear explosion, but his expression remained calm: "Anna is a good girl with a kind heart."

Ilsa shook her head: "That's Paris, not South America."

Ronan didn't answer, but instead thought about how to get to Paris as soon as possible.

According to the French big nose, there are at most five days.

Ilsa was driving the boat, and she was silent at first, but after a while, she finally couldn't help but said: "If you do this, will you violate the rules of the CIA? What will they do with you? You don't consider the relationship between the United States and France?"

Ronan only said one sentence: "Human life is at stake."

Ilsa suddenly didn't know what to say. This was not a secret agent, let alone a CIA.

The two stopped talking, and there was only the chug of the motor on the sea.

Ronan simply called out the Book of Control and checked it.

In terms of soul shards, there is one soul shard of the ancient, and the number of ordinary soul shards has increased to 217.

Requires 50 soul shards and an ancient soul shard for Soul Cooking of the Giant Chameleon Skin.

Look at the three abilities obtained through soul absorption today.

The magic dance step was thrown aside, the black mercenary had a brain hole.

The Demolitionist is very useful, just use it when you blow up the resort and the factory.

As the saying goes, explosions are an art.

Thinking of those ovens, of the grease and offal in glass containers, and of the fact that Paris is the capital of art, Ronan thinks that the art of explosion will still be useful.

Then there is the greasy technique that the old handsome guy got.

The Book of Domination has text descriptions.

Greasy technique: Cover the object with a layer of greasy grease!The maximum area will not exceed 20 square meters, and soul fragments 3 need to be consumed.

Ronan saw it with his own eyes, the old handsome man had to chant spells and gestures when casting spells, which may be to mobilize mana or magic power, but he has no magic power. force.

When the greasy technique reached his side, it also became a consumption of soul fragments.

This experiment was relatively simple, and there was no movement. The number of soul fragments was enough for the time being, so Ronan simply tried it a few times at sea level.

The greasy spell is normally cast, that is, it is spread on the designated object, the maximum area is 20 square meters, and the minimum can be controlled as the size of a palm. Only one spell effect can exist at the same time.

But the consumption is the same, 3 soul shards are consumed when activated.

Ronan thought for a while, and on certain occasions, the greasy technique should be effective.

Finally, there is the gold badge the size of a one-dollar coin.

That is what Ilsa called the mage's emblem.

Ronan reached into his inner pocket and touched it, feeling very unusual.

This is something for mages, and there may be some ways.

That old handsome guy cooperated with the Obia Group, and he must have made a lot of money doing this kind of unconscionable business.

Carrying things with you is certainly not simple.

Also on the same boat was Ilsa, an MI[-] agent. It was inconvenient for Ronan to take it out and look at it. He planned to study it carefully after being separated from Ilsa.

Through GPS navigation, Ilsa drove the speedboat, found a small port on the Guajira Peninsula near the sea, and approached it in the early morning.

The port is a fishing village built on the hillside, and there are many red brick bungalows built on the undulating hillside.

Ronan money makes way for a Latina couple to temporarily vacate their house.

The two showered one after another, and Ilsa brushed her wet hair back, revealing her delicate face.

Ronan changed into dry clothes and asked, "Which city has an airport nearby?"

Ilsa packed up her original clothes, threw them into a garbage bag, and said, "Riohacha, the capital of Guajira, is 120 kilometers away. There is a passenger plane flying to Bogota, the capital of Colombia."

Ronan looked at the sky: "There are still six hours of dawn, let's rest."