The Sheepskin Book was stolen by the father and son hunters. Harvey also contacted the assassin Zero to kill Ronan.
"How did you get the Sheepskin Book?" Ronan didn't answer at all and put the mask back on Harvey. "My patience is running out, and you don't have much time."
As the mask opened, Harvey had never realized how wonderful normal breathing could be.
He didn't want to experience that suffocating despair again. After catching his breath, he said, "Antonio went to the United States and brought back the Sheepskin Book and a small leopard. I don't know exactly where he got them from. He's the boss, he won't say, and I can't ask."
Seeing Ronan reaching for the mask again, Harvey quickly added, "And there's more! Once, I went to see Antonio, and he happened to be looking at the Sheepskin Book. I heard him sigh, saying that the conditions for unlocking the book were too harsh, and how could it be possible, and he didn't know where the second half was..."
The Dominion Book is incomplete? Ronan inquired further, "The second half?"
Harvey hurriedly replied, "That's what he said, but I don't know the specifics! Please, don't come after me again! I really don't know anything, even if you kill me, I can't tell you!"
Ronan realized that Harvey was a talkative person and put the mask back on him. Who knows, maybe he enjoys car exhaust too.
Taking off the mask again, Harvey stretched his neck to breathe and said, "Antonio! Antonio! You can only ask Antonio!"
Ronan asked again, "What about the leopard?"
Harvey paused for a moment, remembering the leopard he mentioned earlier, and said, "A very strange leopard, not big, more like a large cat, very intelligent, and can be commanded to attack. Antonio always keeps it with him like a pet."
Promotion to the Plunderer class includes one of the items being the leg meat of the Spirit Leopard. Ronan immediately noted this crucial information and asked, "How can I find Antonio?"
After a moment of silence, Harvey said, "You're Ronan, right? Listen to me, don't go looking for Antonio, or you'll end up dead."
Ronan didn't waste time on words and directly put the mask back on Harvey, this time waiting a little longer.
Perhaps in his younger days, Harvey wasn't afraid of death, but with money and the enjoyment of life, he wouldn't want to leave this world. Finally, he said, "Jessica! Jessica is Antonio's only daughter. They meet every now and then."
Ronan thought of the TV news he had seen, promoting anti-drug messages and featuring celebrities who turned out to be the daughter of a major drug lord...
Without waiting for Ronan to ask this time, Harvey said, "Jessica's agent, Pedro, came to me to sign and allocate funds. He left the factory and drove to Mexicali this afternoon, taking the interstate highway. If you catch up with him, you'll find Jessica!"
Ronan grabbed Harvey's phone and was originally going to ask for Pedro's phone number, but Harvey directly said, "There are pictures of Pedro and the car inside."
Flipping through the photo album, it was a new Motorola phone, and though the pictures taken weren't as clear as those of the original world's smartphones, they were good enough for identification.
The photos were taken secretly in front of a white building, showing a mustached Mexican man standing next to a black Mercedes SUV.
Ronan noted down the appearance, phone number, and license plate number, then dismantled the phone and threw it away, standing up.
Harvey weakly said, "Let me go, Ronan. Spare me. I only followed orders to find a hitman to kill you..."
As Ronan approached the back of the car and pulled out the hose, getting ready to get in, Harvey sighed, "God, forgive me..."
"Go ask God if He forgives you," Ronan said, pulling out his handgun and shooting him in the head!
Next, he would go ask those girls.
Driving away, Ronan quickly turned onto the interstate highway towards Mexicali.
He summarized Harvey's information in a concise manner.
Pedro, Jessica, Antonio, the Sheepskin Book, and the leopard.
...
Los Angeles, Watts neighborhood, the largest African-American community in the area.
Inside a spacious church, white pigeons were offered in front of wooden sculptures. Several African-Americans played the cowhide drums, and dozens of black believers danced passionately to the intense drum beats, circling around a wooden barrel in the middle.
Marie-Laure emerged naked from the mud bath, standing in the wooden barrel, and let out a primal call. Someone brought a wooden tray with Mugwort, which had been used in the Carter gang's ritual.
Marie-Laure plucked two Mugwort leaves and swallowed them.
The drumbeats suddenly intensified, and the believers danced wildly as if convulsing. Marie-Laure closed her eyes, and her body began to twitch.
After a while, she suddenly opened her eyes, and the drumbeats stopped simultaneously.
"Quinn, Lana, stay here," Marie-Laure said, "The rest of you, leave."
The drummers and believers left, leaving only the obese Quinn, resembling a mountain of flesh, and the tall, mixed-race black woman Lana.
The remaining Mugwort was divided into two parts. One part was turned into a soft rope, wrapped around the hilt of the ritual dagger, and the other part was given to Quinn. Marie-Laure said, "Swallow it."
Quinn obediently stuffed it into her mouth.
Marie-Laure turned to Lana, "I sense that the target is heading to Mexicali. You two should book plane tickets immediately, go capture him, and damage the property of the Voodoo sect. They must pay a price!"
With a wave of her hand, a map flew over, and she pointed to a spot, "This bar is a must-pass location! The local believers will assist you."
Lana accepted the map and bowed in respect.
Marie-Laure said coldly, "Remember to silence them!"
Although the two were only minor witches, they were enough to deal with ordinary people.
............
Away from Tijuana, the surroundings became desolate, and the traffic decreased.
Ronan drove recklessly all the way, but he didn't encounter the target vehicle. By midnight, he felt a little drowsy and found a car motel in a roadside town to rest for a while. When it was bright again, he ate a full meal and continued on the road.
If he couldn't catch up, he would come up with a reason to call Pedro.
If all else failed, he would go to Mexicali to find Jessica.
It was not only the problem with Antonio Garcia that needed to be resolved.
There was also the Dominion Book and the Spirit Leopard that might be related to his promotion. Ronan must find Antonio.
Approaching noon, a small town appeared ahead. Not far from the town, there was a roadside gas station and a convenience store.
Ronan parked his car in front of the gas pump and went to the convenience store to buy some lunch.
Pushing the door open and entering the store, the owner was leaning on the counter and said, "Take whatever you want."
Ronan grabbed a bag of packaged food and a bottle of water, paid the owner, and asked him to refuel. A police car arrived from the direction of the town and stopped at the gas station.
An elderly police officer got out of the car and said, "Seth, give me a box of cigarettes."
The owner replied, "Get it yourself."
After filling up the gas tank, Ronan paid with pesos. The elderly police officer came out with the cigarettes and glanced at Ronan.
Ronan got into the Cadillac and sped away.
The elderly police officer took out his phone and made a call, "Mr. Mario, I saw a suspicious target heading east along the interstate highway."
The information was passed on layer by layer until it reached the CIA special operations team.
In the office, Matt Graves asked, "Confirmation?"
James shook his head, "Not yet. It was a Mexican police officer who reported a suspicious target, but the description matches Ronan's handsome appearance."
Matt ordered, "Continue the investigation and mobilize personnel after confirming the target!"
"Okay." James prepared to make the call.
Matt added, "Is everything set up in Mexicali?"
James immediately replied, "We've got the princess's itinerary."
Matt said, "Act tomorrow. The people in the Special District don't have the patience to wait any longer."
The higher-ups only care about results, regardless of the process.
............
At ten o'clock at night, Ronan approached the intersection of three major highways. The previously desolate roadside had become lively.
Similar to its northern neighbors, a significant proportion of Mexico's traffic consists of transport trucks, and truck drivers are the main consumer group on the highways.
On the empty ground at the intersection, shipping containers were used to construct a dense array of motels for cars. Women engaged in certain activities moved among them, and drivers who drank alcohol could be seen everywhere. The most eye-catching sight was a neon-lit bar.
The bar was tall, with a towering iron frame installed with multiple spotlights, illuminating the platform at the roof's edge. Young women on the platform moved seductively like snakes, tempting passersby to take a closer look.
Ronan stopped the car and, with an artistic eye, glanced at several women of different skin tones and body types. His gaze swept across the rows of cars and finally settled on a black Mercedes G-Class.
Checking the license plate number, he was correct!
Ronan got out of the car and walked forward, seemingly like everyone else, wanting to have a drink in the bar.
Passing by the Mercedes car, there was no one inside.
The car was in front of the bar, and most people were inside.
Ronan observed for a moment and entered the bar. It was large and chaotic.
The sounds of drinking, laughter, and music filled every corner, and the place was packed.
On the stage, two beautifully dressed, sexy ladies were dancing topless.
The scantily clad ladies moved back and forth, screaming whenever someone tipped them.
The Latina women in the bar were even more attractive than the roof, radiating fiery enthusiasm.
Ronan spotted Pedro, the man with the mustache, sitting in the front row by the stage, within arm's reach of the sexy ladies.
There was an empty seat over there. Ronan approached, but a grotesquely ugly and tall man stopped him, saying, "Ten dollars for this seat!"
Ronan took out ten dollars and handed it to him, sitting in the seat next to Pedro. He called out to a snake-like girl wriggling her butt, "A shot of tequila."
The girl quickly brought the drink over, and after Ronan gave her a five-dollar tip, she shook her chest and twisted her hips at him.
Seeing Ronan's lack of response, she disappointedly walked away.
Ronan pretended to ask Pedro, "What did she mean?"
Pedro, looking at Ronan's age, spoke like an experienced person, "Young man, you should learn and observe more. She was telling you that you can have a private conversation for an additional payment."
Ronan shook his head, "She could have just said it directly."
Pedro laughed heartily, "It's more fun this way when she doesn't."
Ronan raised his glass, "Thanks, cheers to you!"
However, as the glass reached his chest, he stopped and put it back.
Beside him, Pedro said, "Sorry, I quit drinking."
Ronan smiled, "No problem."
In this kind of bar, the ones sitting in the front row were customers willing to spend money.
Two dancers swayed their bodies and came to Ronan and Pedro's side. Pedro took out five dollars and skillfully put it in the dancer's pants.
The dancer faced Pedro, spread her legs, and crouched down, shaking like an electric motor.
Another fiery dancer came to Ronan. He also took out five dollars and put it in her pants.
The dancer twisted her body, picked up Ronan's glass, took a big sip, bent over to reveal the breathtaking view, and came close to feed him the drink...
Around them, there was a chorus of cheers and whistles.
Enviously, Pedro reached out and patted Ronan on the back.
In Ronan's mind, an alarm bell rang loudly. He smiled at the dancer and in a lightning-fast move, he reached out his right hand and grabbed her neck!
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