CHAPTER 1926 THE DEMONS ARE OUT

The cemetery caretaker watched Reagan walk away with a burning look in his eyes, but didn't say anything. He just sighed, shook his head and left.

Reagan walked into the cemetery and mumbled continuously to himself as if he was trying to calculate something.

The huge cemetery was like a chessboard and had pieces on a grid.

Reagan took a few steps, stopped, and had to choose whether to move forward, backwards or turn left, or turn right.

He continued to walk like this as he calculated the route and the distance. This was obviously the code of the cemetery that he was talking about.

After a long time.

Reagan stopped in front of a gravestone and looked down. He knew the person buried here.

"I'm surprised it's with you."

Reagan looked at the gravestone, then poured a bottle of wine in front of the gravestone as a way paying his respects.

"You've contributed greatly to ensure the Salo clan's prestige, stability and peace within the Third World. Even though you're dead, you're still contributing towards this goal. I thank you on behalf of the clan."

"So now, it's time for you to continue your contributions."This belongs to - ©.

There was no reverence on his face at all as he said these words. Once he finished his spiel, he took his tools and went behind the gravestone.

The grave itself wasn't too large, and it was very solid since it had been cemented.

Reagan took out an electric drill and drilled a hole in the four corners of the burial plot before putting in something to expand the holes. With the press of a button, the expanders forcibly made the four holes larger and there were now several cracks in the cement.

He seemed so familiar with doing this, it was obviously not his first time doing it, and his degree of familiarity was actually rather alarming.

CRACK!

The cement finally gave way with a loud crack.

Reagan wore his gloves and pushed the concrete away. His eyes slowly lit up when he saw the metallic gleam underneath.

"It's really here."

He had calculated this correctly and gone according to the directions of the cemetery's code. The last page was indeed inside this grave.

Reagan looked around cautiously to make sure that there was nobody around. He quickly cleaned up the cement around him, then found the combination lock to the metal box and entered a series of numbers.

The metal box opened.

Reagan opened the box to find another wooden box. This wooden box was antiquated and seemed to have been around for at least a century.

He was about to take the wooden box out when suddenly he felt a sharp pain at the back of his head. A wooden bat had struck his head!

BAM!

Reagan clutched his head and collapsed onto the ground before he could turn around.

"I can't let you release the demons again..."

It was the cemetery caretaker!

His eyes were filled with horror and aggression. He looked at Reagan on the floor and quickly let go of the wooden bat in his hands.

He became a little frantic when he saw the fresh blood on the wooden bat. He quickly grabbed the wooden box and ran.

He looked like he was holding something that was very frightening. Anxiety, panic, terror and a paleness covered his face.

"AHH! The demons are out! The demons are out!" shouted the cemetery caretaker loudly in a crazed voice as he clutched the wooden box tightly and ran in a panic.

After some time.

Reagan regained consciousness and touched the back of his head. He yelped in pain and trembled when he saw the blood on his hand.

"Damn it..."

He had retrieved the manual, but the cemetery caretaker had snatched it from him!

He got up and still felt a little giddy. He looked around him, but the cemetery caretaker had left a long time ago.

"Damn it! This asshole!" cursed Reagan angrily.

He looked again at the empty grave and his gaze became furious and cold.

This was everything the Salos were counting on now, so he had to get it back!

"Find the cemetery caretaker right now! He must still be within Europe, so cut off all possible travel routes and don't let him leave!” Reagan gave orders without caring about how late at night it was.

"Do all of you think that it's easy to just take something away from me? I'm going to make all of you pay for this!"