"Go down and do a check first!"

Nick Fury waved his hand and when determining the truth, he needed to rule out all possibilities, such as his two subordinates' brains were broken or some stimulation. Although the chance was not high, agents were a rigorous industry.

Paul Simpson's Mansion.

Liao Yuan sat up from the bed with Hache. He had a lot of things, such as he needed to find a new home for himself. He was not going back to Chinatown, because it was not interesting and it was not suitable for him to live in.

Liao Yuan knew very well what he needed, and the best one was the one that suited him.

Liao Yuan didn't care about the company's affairs at all. He only cared about money. Now he had an income of three million to spend on treatment for Mike Vog and Paul Simpson. Of course, this money was not enough, because Liao Yuan still needed to set up a laboratory.

Of course, the laboratory is nominally affiliated to the newly established "Life" company.

"I've had an appointment with a real estate agent." Anna Jones also sat up from the bed, picked up her clothes from the ground and threw them into the laundry basket, and said, "Your laboratory should be built as soon as possible."

Liao Yuan looked at Anna Jones's two long legs, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. His legs were long and fun.

Seeing Liao Yuan looking at him, Anna Jones held the backrest of the chair and put on an extremely seductive position, and smiled and said, "Do you like photography? I can be a model for you!" As he said that, he also put on a very difficult position.

Liao Yuan smiled and said, "I don't like photography, but I like painting and oil painting."

After blanching his eyes, Anna Jones put down his long legs and said with a smile: "Paul and I are already studying and buying a consulting company. You have to determine the location of the laboratory and what you need as soon as possible."

"That way we can arrange your budget for you." Anna Jones said this and turned into the bathroom.

Liao Yuan touched his chin and was in his laboratory. In fact, Liao Yuan had already made this plan.

After a simple breakfast, Liao Yuan was taken to a small conference room by Anna Jones. In addition to Paul Simpson, there were more than a dozen people. These people were all suits and tied, and they looked very professional.

"Liao, come and choose one you like!" Paul Simpson said with a smile.

Looking at the information that Paul Simpson took out, he glanced at it and put it down. He turned his eyes to the real estate agents below. Liao Yuan said lightly: "I'll tell me what I want. Whoever has it in his hands can get this opportunity."

"First of all, the place I need must be big enough. The building opposite doesn't matter, even the wasteland is OK."

"Secondly, the places I need cannot be too far from New York, and it doesn't matter if the transportation is inconvenient, I can build the road myself."

"The last requirement is that the plot I need is a cemetery without a master. The larger the area of ​​the cemetery, the better, and the more corpses that have been buried, the better." Speaking of this, Liao Yuan glanced over everyone and said, "Just these three requirements."

Not only did the real estate agents look at each other, but Paul Simpson and Anna Jones were both confused.

Compared to Paul Simpson, Anna Jones can understand more or less, after all, Liao Yuan is an exorcist.

The purpose of finding such a place is of course for the death energy. Liao Yuan needs a place with a strong death energy to build his own mage tower. Collect the death energy to condense the power of death, and then it will turn into a rotten land.

The black land full of the power of death will be the territory of the undead.

With the corrupt land and death energy, then the foundation for a wizard tower of a necromancer will be found. If you find any land, where to find death energy, so Liao Yuan needs an abandoned cemetery, and the cemetery that is being used is not allowed.

"Sir, just these three requirements?" said a black agent below: "No location, no ground building, only large enough to not be too far from New York, and then an abandoned cemetery?"

Liao Yuan nodded, looked at the black man and asked, "Do you have a good recommendation?"

"I do have a place to recommend!" the black agent nodded, and then spoke, "This place is located in Hart Island in eastern New York, which is located west of the Long Island Channel, a few miles from the Bronx and a little further from Queens."

"The area of ​​Hart Island is 131 acres. In 1869, New York City used this island as a cemetery to bury the dead who had no money to be buried elsewhere. On the island of nearly 800 acres, the current cemetery area is about 613 acres, making it the largest cemetery in the world maintained by taxes."

"More than one million dead people are buried on Hart Island, and about 2,000 new people are added every year. Dismembered corpses are buried in a small part of the cemetery, and about one-third are buried in very young children."

“There is a prison on Hart Island where prisoners bury bodies at a salary of 50 cents an hour.”

The black agent talked endlessly as soon as he opened his mouth. Obviously, he was not at ease and would also raise conditions to fight back against Liao Yuan.

Liao Yuan glanced at the black man and didn't care about his attitude, but Liao Yuan was really careful about the Hart Island he mentioned. Grandma's, it's such a place. Is there such a place in New York?

This is the natural base of the Necromancer!

No, you have to buy it, you must buy it. Even if you can't buy it all, you have to buy a large piece.

After looking at the black agent who was still chattering, Liao Yuan knocked on the table and said, "No need to say nonsense. I will only ask you one thing. If I want to buy Hart Island, can you buy it for me?"

As soon as Liao Yuan said this, the room was quiet and the black man instantly closed his mouth.

Everyone looked at Liao Yuan in disbelief. Do you really want to buy Hart Island? Did you eat it? When the black man was chatting, the other agents were watching the fun. Liao Yuan’s weird request made them feel that Liao Yuan was sick, and it would be nice to make this black man angry.

But these people never expected that this yellow man was really cruel and wanted to buy Hart Island.

"What? Can't you do it?" Liao Yuan looked at the black agent and asked faintly. Seeing that the black agent did not speak, Liao Yuan turned to look at the other agents and found that they were not speaking either, but stared at him with his eyes.

Liao Yuan frowned, and there was something good to look at. He turned his head and looked at Anna Jones. Liao Yuan asked lightly: "I want to buy Hart Island, is it OK?"

Anna Jones really didn't expect that Liao Yuan actually wanted to buy Hart Island. No one knew whether this island was sold or not. Because after so many years, no one had the brain to buy this island. Apart from prisoners, Hart Island had no people.
Chapter completed!