The FEA organization's hearing would take some time to set up, so during this period, both the young witches and Ophélina were in a sort of fog of war.
Ophélina definitely wanted to deal with the Apocalypse Society's young witches and Emma as potential future problems, while the young witches just wanted to survive until the hearing started so they could expose Ophélina's true identity.
But this fog of war wasn't absolute.
As it happened, Ophélina's current body was that of Mortel Snow, a witch with the power of prophecy, so she started using divination to find the young witches' location.
"Crystal ball, show me where Madison, Zoey, Maria, and Emma are hiding."
The crystal ball, which had originally looked very blurry, became clearly visible in Ophélina's eyes. This was the effect of Mortel's body.
When Ophélina possessed a witch, she gained all of their inherent talents.
"This is...New York?"
Ophélina, who was divining for the first time, didn't have much experience and could only judge the location by the surroundings she saw in the crystal ball.
Luckily, New York is so unique in America that it was still very easy to recognize.
But just as the crystal ball was about to focus on someone, it seemed to be interfered with in some way, becoming blurry. Then, the entire crystal ball rapidly turned red and heated up, as if it was about to explode, scaring Ophélina into quickly stopping the divination.
Crystal balls used for divination like this were specially made. If it broke, Ophélina wouldn't be able to find a new one in a short amount of time.
"Damn it! Did those little b\tches find some kind of backer?"
Ophélina immediately thought of the pink mist magic from before. This magic had been lost to the annals of history a long time ago. Could it really be that person who had returned?
This made Ophélina's face turn very ugly.
Actually, the reason the crystal ball reacted that way was because of Roy. Roy was someone whose fate even Elise (Uriel) couldn't see clearly. How could a mere human witch possibly observe him through divination?
"Humph! Even if you have returned, I can still take you down again! The me now is different from the me of the past!"
Now that she knew the location of Madison, Zoey, Maria, and Emma, Ophélina prepared to go and deal with them.
However, Ophélina was currently using Mortel's body to explain what happened last night to the FEA, trying to continue her deception. So, she was currently being held by the FEA in a safe house, which happened to be in New York State, not too far from New York City.
The only problem was the FEA agents guarding the door. They were there for both protection and surveillance, so she had to avoid their eyes and ears.
It would be a bit tricky, but not a big deal!
Ophélina lay on the bed, pretending to fall asleep, splitting off most of her essence, leaving only a small part to control Mortel's physical body. The rest of her essence left through the safe house's ventilation system.
Meanwhile, in the presidential suite of a five-star hotel in New York City, after resting for a whole day, Madison, Zoey, Maria, and Emma had regained their energy.
"This is so boring! Do we really have to watch this brainless soap opera?"
Madison looked at the TV with a speechless expression. She preferred the kind of late-night shows with murder and violence and had no interest in these "you love me, I love you" soap operas.
"No way, I think this soap opera is pretty interesting! Hahaha..."
Zoey, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying it. Aside from her somewhat outrageous Black Widow talent, in most aspects, she was no different from an ordinary girl.
She was a bit timid, indecisive, and liked looking at handsome guys...
But it was precisely these qualities that allowed Zoey to be the lubricant between her several strong-willed friends.
Madison clicked her tongue and then looked at Jennifer, who was constantly looking out the window.
"Hey, you, can I go out for a smoke?"
"No, nobody is leaving this suite."
"Then can I at least go to the bathroom to smoke?"
"Nope, I don't like the smell of smoke."
Jennifer's emotionless reply made Madison a bit不满.
"What's your problem?! It's just one cigarette. Haven't you ever had a boyfriend who smoked?"
At this point, Jennifer turned her head back and looked at Madison with a contemptuous gaze.
"My first boyfriend and my first man were both Roy. He doesn't smoke."
Madison instantly felt like she had been critically hit, like that feeling of being put down by other actresses at small Hollywood parties.
"What do you mean by that?!"
Madison stood up instantly, glaring angrily at Jennifer.
Maria also stood up. Although she usually liked to bicker with Madison, at a time like this, they would definitely stand together. After all, they were both members of the Apocalypse Society.
Zoey, on the other hand, was a bit at a loss. She couldn't quite understand why Madison had suddenly gotten angry.
Why else would Madison be angry? Of course, it was because of jealousy!
As a former Hollywood child star, Madison thought that getting Roy to fall for her would be a piece of cake. But then someone like Jennifer, who was even better looking and had a better figure than her, showed up. Madison immediately felt like the things she was so proud of were somehow embarrassing.
This feeling of disappointment combined with jealousy made Madison's emotions a bit out of control.
"I was just telling the truth. You don't need to get so worked up."
Jennifer was a person with a relatively cold personality. She only showed her true feelings when facing Roy and Niddy and wasn't intentionally targeting Madison.
But this calm and indifferent demeanor made Madison even more psychologically unbalanced. She always felt like Jennifer was mocking her.
"You!"
At this moment, Emma had no choice but to step forward and mediate. Both older sisters were good to her, and she was mediating from a neutral standpoint.
"Don't fight! If Brother Roy comes back and sees you guys fighting, he'll be angry!"
Jennifer showed a faint smile.
"Little Emma, I don't consider this a fight."
As she spoke, she continued to look out at the night sky.
Madison wanted to back down after hearing Roy's name, but seeing Jennifer's attitude made her feel unwilling to give up. She could only say something sarcastic.
"Hmph! Maybe Roy is with some other woman right now!"
Jennifer still didn't show any emotional change.
"But he will eventually come back to my side."
This attitude made Madison feel a bit discouraged. She realized that the bickering tactics she had learned in Hollywood didn't seem to work on Jennifer.
So, was Roy really with another woman right now? Of course not!
Let's go back in time half an hour. At that time, Roy was still in this presidential suite.
Then, Roy suddenly received a phone call, and he hurriedly left the presidential suite.
As for the person who called Roy, it was the "Mr. Nobody" from the New York FBI whom he had contacted before.
Mr. Nobody called to say that he had already figured things out.
However, Roy had already confirmed that the power of the Grim Reaper was what caused the plane crash, so Mr. Nobody's investigation was no longer important.
Of course, Roy still decided to pay. Twenty thousand dollars was nothing; he would just consider it making a good connection with Mr. Nobody. Maybe there would be a time in the future when he would need to cooperate with Mr. Nobody again.
However, Mr. Nobody mentioned another matter on the phone that caught Roy's attention.
"While investigating the airline's internal affairs, I discovered something interesting. The pilot of the crashed plane seemed to have accepted a bribe from some organization to help transport some special items, and he was silenced afterward."
In America, it was a tacitly understood rule that airline staff would help carry some goods using the convenience of the airplane. Generally, airlines wouldn't prohibit employees from earning extra money, only setting regulations on the weight of the goods they carried.
However, since Mr. Nobody brought this up, he clearly wanted Roy to pay more money to buy this information.
"One hundred thousand dollars. You organize this part of the information and send it to me together!"
"Hehe, Mr. Black, I really like customers like you! Now, you put one hundred thousand dollars in unmarked bills wrapped in wax paper and throw it into the green trash can at the door of number XX on XX Street. Once I receive the money, I will immediately send the information to your email."
So, Roy took the cash from his inventory, the part Wade had given him. He didn't even need to wrap it separately; it was ready to go.
After throwing the wax paper package into the designated trash can, a while later, a little boy sneaked over, rummaged through the trash can, and took the wax paper package.
Then, Mr. Nobody's phone call came again.
"Mr. Black, you are very trustworthy! I have already sent the information to your email. Remember to look carefully; that email will automatically delete itself within one hour after the first time you open it."
"Got it."
Then, Roy went to a 24-hour FedEx station to borrow a computer.
He opened the email sent by Mr. Nobody. Inside were two pieces of information. One was about the death list of the survivors of the plane crash.
So far, four people had died. Three of them died due to various accidents, including the one Claire saw who was impaled through the throat by a falling steel bar.
The other one was the pilot of the crashed plane that Mr. Nobody mentioned. He was killed in a deliberately staged accident. The New York police hadn't investigated it, and Mr. Nobody discovered it himself.
Then, this Mr. Nobody, through careful investigation, discovered some leads about the mysterious organization that the pilot was working with.
However, Mr. Nobody was relatively cautious and didn't continue to investigate further. He knew that there were plenty of such messy organizations in America.
If he continued to investigate, even as an FBI agent, he would probably end up with eight shots in the back and ruled a suicide.
So, Mr. Nobody's other piece of information was only about the cargo that the pilot of the crashed plane was transporting. A flight attendant who had an inappropriate relationship with the pilot revealed that she saw a strange wooden house symbol on the cargo box.
Wooden house, again?
Roy had encountered this wooden house organization during the midnight movie incident in Los Angeles. This organization was a secret organization with a lot of power, seemingly possessing the ability to use some kind of supernatural power, and they were even more reckless than Amalgamated.
They often conducted some experiments without any regard for the consequences.
Could the plane crash this time also have been caused by the wooden house organization?
Roy continued to look at the information. Mr. Nobody had even managed to get a photo, a screenshot of the recovered plane's cargo hold surveillance, which clearly marked the cargo that the pilot was transporting.
Although the picture was very blurry, the wooden house symbol could indeed be seen.
Moreover, Mr. Nobody also wrote a sentence stating that this cargo did not appear on the cargo list during the rescue process after the plane crash.
So, the situation was very clear. The sudden appearance of the Grim Reaper was probably not an accident but very likely the result of the wooden house organization's manipulation.
Damn that wooden house!
Roy had never hated an organization this much. Now, in his mind, he had placed the wooden house alongside the Dark Web.
These two organizations were simply a cancer on humanity!
If possible, Roy definitely wanted to kill all the top leaders of these two organizations.
He had almost finished reading the information. Just as Roy logged out of his account and cleared his Browse history, he discovered that the FedEx station had lost power.
The staff were very surprised and quickly checked the power lines.
At this moment, Roy felt a chill.
Could it be...?
Roy quickly ran out of the FedEx station, and then the power in the station came back on.
But just then, a car went out of control and crashed into the FedEx station, almost completely destroying the storefront.
The staff who had gone to the back to check the electrical panel narrowly avoided the accident. Everything looked like a coincidence.
The power of the Grim Reaper again!
After gaining the Grim Reaper's attention, Roy had been experiencing similar things happening every day, which annoyed him to no end.
Last night, during the World Qualification semi-final, a very ridiculous thing happened. The staff cleaning the ring didn't wipe up all the sweat, causing Roy's foot to slip during the fight, and he almost took his opponent's punch to the back of his head.
Even a normal person hitting the back of the head could potentially turn someone into a vegetable, let alone a punch from a heavyweight boxer.
This had nothing to do with physical attributes. Hitting the back of the head directly damages the brain; it's real damage!
At that time, Roy was really terrified, but thankfully he used bullet time to dodge that punch.
The referee on the scene was scared to death and quickly stopped the match. In the end, they found out that it was just that the ring floor hadn't been cleaned properly, and the opponent hadn't intentionally attacked the back of the head.
At this point, Roy had already understood what the Grim Reaper's attention meant. It wouldn't cause big scenes like in the movie "Final Destination" to make you explode, as that would involve many innocent people.
But it would occasionally create some small accidents targeting you. If you weren't careful, you could easily fall victim, making it impossible to guard against.
"Nothing should happen today, right? I should just hurry back to the hotel."
Roy didn't want to waste any more time, so he left the scene directly.
Claire had already returned to Austin at Roy's persuasion.
After all, New York would be a dangerous place next, and the best choice for a normal person like Claire was to stay away from here.
However, Claire was still somewhat traumatized by the plane, so she went back by car.
Just as he was about to drive Bumblebee back to the hotel, Roy suddenly saw someone standing in front of the car.
A black tight-fitting nun's habit, golden hair, and those familiar pupils.
"W-we meet again, Mr. B-Black."
Isn't this Isabella?
Demon Hunting Nun