It was 300 kilometers west of New Orleans.
It used to be a busy town.
It had a population of thousands.
But this town had been destroyed by a plague 30 years ago.
None of the thousands of people survived.
Not only that, the town had been completely sealed.
No one could enter this town anymore.
At least no one could enter through normal means.
But now, this town had become the headquarters of the Satanists.
In the center of the town was originally the town government.
Now, it had become the Satanists' Demon Church.
Roye wore a black silk dress and knelt in front of a ferocious-looking demon statue, praying.
In comparison, Amesha didn't have any respect for the demon statue.
She didn't believe in Satan either.
She didn't betray her White Spear because of her sisterly relationship with Roye.
All they did was make a deal.
After a while, Roye finished praying. She stood up and turned to look at Amesha.
"Amesha, are there any strong people in the White Spear Society?"
"Strong people?" Amesha was stunned. "No. To facilitate your plan, I gathered all the spiritualists who could pose a threat to you. Even if a few escaped, they're just rats."
"Today, I heard from my subordinates that someone has slaughtered my followers in New Orleans, and the culprit is very strong. Nearly 50 of the followers deployed in New Orleans have returned to Master's arms. The culprit's purpose is very clear — revenge. That's the word left near every sacrificed follower."
"That's impossible. Even if all the remaining rats come together, they won't be able to kill 50 of your subordinates."
"But that's the truth. Many of my children are dead or injured."
"Are you suspecting that I'm hiding the strength of the White Spear Society? That's a baseless suspicion. I have no reason to do so. It won't do me any good. "
"That's why I'm curious too." Roye stared at her sister.
Roye had always been wary of Amesha.
Because in her eyes, her sister Amesha was the true evil.
She was a person with no faith.
Whether it was in the past or now, she only pursued one thing.
That was great power.
She could betray the entire world for her own benefit without hesitation.
Like this betrayal of the White Spear Society.
She was the one who established the White Spear Society.
And she didn't establish the White Spear Society to protect justice.
It was just to create trouble for him.
Roye believed that if someone offered her enough benefits, Amesha would betray him without hesitation.
That was why Royer was suspicious.
His men were attacked in New Orleans.
Could it be Amesha's trick?
"You still doubt me."
"Shouldn't I doubt you?"
"Fine, I think I need to prove myself." Amesha shrugged. "Give me the information you have, and I will solve the problem."
"By the way, if possible, bring them back alive," Roye said.
"Alright, I'll try my best, but I can't guarantee anything."
"You can use my people as you please." Roye paused for a moment before continuing, "Even if you can't bring them back alive, at least bring back their corpses."
Even if he died, Roye had a way to make him speak.
When the time came, he would know who he was dealing with, and whether it was a conspiracy of Amesha.
Amesha knew that his sister was suspicious of him.
But no matter how suspicious she was.
In the end, she could not leave him.
Amesha was also curious.
Who were the people causing trouble in New Orleans?
Were they really from the White Spear Society?
There didn't seem to be such people in the White Spear Society anymore.
The corpses of his former subordinates were all sent here.
He had identified them too.
Amesha had a pretty good idea of who was left.
If it was someone who could pose a threat to her.
Amesha would definitely not let them go.
"Boss, when are we going back to Los Angeles?"
"Not sure," Chen Zhao replied nonchalantly. "Why? Is there something urgent?"
"Boss, didn't you see the news? Recently, a murderer appeared in New Orleans. He's killing people everywhere."
Chen Zhao rolled his eyes. You definitely don't know that the murderer is right in front of you.
"As long as you don't leave the hotel casually," Chen Zhao said calmly. "The murderer won't come to the hotel to kill people."
"Not necessarily. He's definitely a lunatic. Since he's a lunatic, who knows if he'll come to the hotel to kill people?"
"How do you know it's a madman? I saw it on the news. Every murder scene has the word 'revenge' written on it. This means that the other party didn't kill people randomly but took revenge with a purpose. It might be a gang dispute. Anyway, it has nothing to do with us. Why do you care so much?"
Portia did not think so.
Gang Vendetta?
After all, she had grown up in New Orleans.
She knew what the local gangs were like.
Even the most arrogant gang would not dare to kill people so recklessly.
It was like they were challenging the police or even the government.
Only a crazy person would dare to do such a thing.
Anyway, she did not want to stay here.
A few days ago, there was an earth-shattering explosion on the Lake Pontchartrain Bridge.
The man-made island on Lake Pontchartrain had become history.
When she had money, she would bring her family to Los Angeles.
She definitely could not stay in this chaotic city.
Just then, Chen Zhao's phone rang.
Portia immediately went over and picked it up.
"Hello, I'm Mr. Chen's assistant. May I know who you are?"
"I'm looking for Mr. Chen."
"Boss, it's for you."
Chen took the phone. "Who is it?"
"Mr. Chen, it's me, Sabonis."
"Okay, go ahead."
"Mr. Chen, there's news that a motorcade entered New Orleans. Someone recognized one of them as Amesha, the former leader of the White Spear Gang."
Chen covered the phone and said to Portia, "Go out first. Remember to close the door."
After Portia left the room, Chen asked, "Didn't you say that the White Spear Gang was destroyed? The president of White Spear Society is still alive? "
"I don't know the situation."
"Do you know where they're staying?"
"They're staying in the French District. There's a lot of them, around a hundred."
"Got it. Send me their exact location."
Soon, Chen Zhao received the address from Sabonis.
Chen called Portia in. "Portia, transfer one million to the account from yesterday."
"Okay, boss."
For the past two days, Portia had been transferring money to the account Chen provided intermittently. Sometimes it was tens of thousands, sometimes hundreds of thousands.
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