Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 264 254. Energy level, join or die
The sky was gloomy, and there was not a ray of sunshine.

At noon, Dean drove his Volvo to a rest stop on the side of the road to rest for a while.

He was eating his burger and looking towards the flower bed not far away.

Amidst the melodious announcement from the convenience store, Salma lifted Lillian up and spun her around, scratching her squeaky nests, making her giggle. Then she pulled her to shake her shoulders and hips, moved her lightly with her toes, and danced. Chinello.

The breeze blows their long, soft black hair, their beauty and innocence, their two identical smiling faces, and their graceful dancing poses, forming beautiful photos that make people's hearts soften unconsciously.

Dean couldn't help but think of the intoxicating charm of Latin American girls.

After a moment, Salma led Lilian, who had a red face, over and took a bottle of water from Dean. "Lillian has been locked up in the house by that bastard for the past five years. She has no friends and has never I’ve never been to such a far away place, and I’ve never been so happy as I am today.”

Dean pinched Lilian's little face and said, "No wonder this little guy doesn't talk much. She must go to school in the future and have more contact with peers."

As Dean was speaking, he suddenly turned to the road in the distance. A ray of blue light appeared at the end, stinging his pupils like a needle. His breathing was stagnant, and he felt a strong discomfort in his heart.

Numerous visions of foreboding popped up in front of his eyes - the calm and peaceful scenes of the surrounding rest stops faded away. He stood on a cliff. One foot had already stepped out of the ground and was suspended in the sky. Below him was an abyss that could not be seen to the bottom. , the cold wind blowing from the abyss scratched his bones like ice knives.

Dean sighed, "Salma, take Lillian into the car and drive ten miles forward."

"What's wrong?" The woman looked at the man's solemn expression and her face became nervous. "Have the kidnapper's accomplices caught up with him?"

"It has nothing to do with the kidnapping case. It's just a little trouble caused by me. You go first."

Salma hesitated for a second, but then looked down at her innocent sister, gritted her teeth and pulled her into the car, "I'll wait for you in front."

The two left, and Dean breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at the salesperson in the striped T-shirt in the convenience store.

The salesman went limp and passed out. His body rose into the air and flew lightly to a kilometer away, where he lay down under a huge raised rock.

Almost at the same time, a blue car drove into the rest stop parking lot.

The door is open.

A man in a black denim jacket and trousers with a 100-cent mushroom hair walked down. His bulging eyeballs stared at Dean. On his pale and lazy face, a bright smile appeared, as if he had met an old man. Friends, I waved from a distance, but my feet didn’t move, keeping a distance of [-] meters.
"Good afternoon, man, you run so fast. You scrapped several cars trying to keep up with me."

Dean looked at the other person without saying a word, his mind running wildly. Who is this person?How did you track yourself?

Under the perspective of life, the life energy that far exceeds that of ordinary people is like a silver armor wrapped around this weirdo's body, but its strength is not as strong as Dean's.

"Don't be so hostile, I just want to make friends." Seeing the other person's unkind expression, the man shrugged, pointed at his head and introduced himself, "My name is Anton Sieg, Special Operations Department No. 12 group members.”

"What is your name? Can you give me your real name?"

Dean kept a straight face and remained silent.

Mushroom Head didn't take it seriously, "Okay, have you heard about the Special Operations Department?"

Dean nodded this time and spoke, "An organization composed of superpowers that specializes in dealing with supernatural matters."

"You know a lot."

"How did you find me?"

Anton Ziege shook his mushroom hair angrily, "You eliminated the voodoo regenerator in New Orleans and protected the citizens who were tortured by the supernatural. You showed great strength and share our position. "

"So I used some special means to track you. Now, on behalf of the No. 12 Group of the Special Operations Department, I send you a formal invitation. I hope you will join us and join us on the right path!"

Dean raised his eyebrows, "What is the right path?"

The mushroom head raised his voice and said in a bewitching tone,
"Join us, you don't have to change your face frequently and hide like a rat in the sewer. You will obtain a legal, formal, socially recognized identity, as well as fourth-level treatment, generous financial remuneration, and the benefits provided by the organization. Training and improvement plans, confidential information, a huge logistics team, all kinds of enjoyment.”

Dean interrupted, "Level [-] treatment? What does Level [-] mean?"

Anton saw the other party on the road and nodded with satisfaction, "That's right. Because our department is mainly responsible for combat, the treatment of members is also based on their own combat effectiveness level. The department is roughly divided into several levels-"

"The first level is the awakening level. This level has just gained abilities, and combat and control are relatively unfamiliar... Take the telekinesis you have mastered as an example. At this level, you can only use telekinesis clumsily to manipulate some small objects, such as fruit knives, Pencils and books basically have no ability to protect themselves.”

"The second level is the control level. It is familiar with the operation of telekinesis, and the strength of telekinesis is increased. It can lift cars, fly with telekinesis, and obliterate ordinary humans. The telekinesis shield created also has weak resistance to thermal weapons such as firearms."

"The third level is the deepening level, which explores and deepens superpowers and derives further effects. The telepathic user can initially control more subtle objects: molecules, certain energy: thermal energy, electrical energy or light energy... and the intensity of telepathy is further improved. The telekinesis shield created can resist most ordinary firearms, including sniper rifles."

"The fourth level is the transformation level. You are proficient in energy manipulation and can create fireballs, electric shocks, lasers and other energy attacks. Your telepathy is strong enough to lift at least ten tons of objects. Your telepathy shield can at least resist the impact of a personal explosion of a C4 explosive... You can manipulate dozens of objects with your mind at the same time. And you are currently in the primary stage of the fourth level."

Anton smiled at Dean who was listening carefully.
"The next step is very rare. The fifth level is the domain level. There is incredible power in the domain. You can resist missile attacks with just your mind power!"

"The sixth level is a natural disaster level, tearing apart space and destroying a city in a flash!"

"From now on, you will not be inferior to other weak gods. You will naturally know when you join our special operations department."

……

This was the first time Dean heard about the classification of superpowers, and his eyes were filled with excitement. After thinking about it carefully, he felt that it was very appropriate.

Although my "shadow" has a domain-level suffix, it may be because the basic level is too low, only lv3. At present, it seems that it is only half-domain.

But he also has the ability to travel through Limbo and call the underworld, two abilities that tear apart space, which belong to the sixth level.

"Thanks for the introduction," Dean nodded sincerely towards the mushroom head, "But what if a superpower possesses multiple abilities?"

"The treatment is calculated based on the highest level ability. However, people with multiple abilities are extremely rare, and the proportion among all ability users is about one in a thousand. You have two abilities. Once you enter the organization, you will enjoy the senior fourth-level treatment. .”

"Two?"

"Are you testing me?" Mushroom Head smiled, "Psychic power, mimicry, and life energy. But life energy is not a superpower. Ordinary people may awaken if they have certain opportunities."

After saying that, Mushroom Head stared at Dean and emphasized,

"As you can see, I have answered all your questions with the utmost respect and sincerity. Can you answer them now and join the group?"

"You nod, and I will take you back to meet the other team members immediately and become a loving family. From today on, you can enjoy the fourth-level treatment. Believe me, you will only regret not joining the organization earlier. "

Dean's mind flashed back to the toad people he had seen in Faraye's underground base, and the deformed ogres who escaped from Oak Ridge he encountered on Bear Mountain Road.
"I have a question. You claim that the special department is to serve the country and protect humans from supernatural harm. But why do you want to kill innocent people and conduct various experiments on mutation and evolution."

Mushroom-head Anton's eyes became very subtle when he heard this, and he rubbed his nose vigorously as if he was suffering from an addiction.

"You are quite well-informed, but I have to correct myself. We strive to protect most people, not all. Sometimes for the sake of the overall situation, a little sacrifice is needed. These sacrifices are necessary. They are for the country, all mankind and even the earth. Make a contribution.”

Dean's eyes were blazing, "Have you ever asked these few victims if they volunteered."

Anton Sieger sighed after hearing this, "More than 10 people disappear naturally every year in the United States. Why do you keep insisting on the thousands of consumables our department needs? Are you a more compassionate god than Jesus Christ and the Virgin Mary? And the Holy Mother? Huh?”

"Of course not, but I will not use cruel methods to torture or kill innocent people for so-called experiments. We have different ideas."

"Haha, concept?" Anton suddenly asked, holding a metal tube in one hand and a rubber tube in the other, "Do you know what this is?"

Dean frowned, "Inflatable gun?"

"A spring gun." Anton added, "This is a tool used by butchers in slaughterhouses to safely slaughter livestock. When the trigger is pulled, the force generated by the high-pressure gas will quickly hit the hammer, and it can be smashed instantly by aiming it at the forehead. The skulls and brains of the animals killed the animals instantly.”

"And you know," Anton's tone was sinister and high-pitched, as if he was delivering a speech, "Animals are to butchers what ordinary people are to superpowers."

He opened his hands and turned around, as if paying tribute to an invisible audience. His eyes widened, his throat trembled, and his saliva flew, "You and me, we superpowers, are the natural managers of this world. Drivers, rulers...we are more advanced creatures than ordinary humans!"

"We took the huge risk of being destroyed by the law of convergence and gathered together in obscurity to protect all mankind from ghosts and supernatural harm. As long as ordinary people make a few sacrifices, isn't this a great kindness and grace to them?"

"They will feel honored for their efforts, so why should you pity them."

Dean looked at this sick face and twitched the corner of his mouth, "There is actually a lunatic like you in the special operations department? Then I refuse!"

"Refuse?" The mushroom-headed Chaplin stepped forward and smiled, "In order to find you, three necessary victims have appeared along the way."

"If you continue to ask these boring questions, refuse, and then run away, more sacrifices will be necessary. Anyway, I have hundreds of killing quotas a year." He tried his best to fake a smile and stared straight at 100 meters. Outside, Dean's eyes were as cold as ice, showing no emotion.

"As long as I can bring you back, it doesn't matter even if I use up all the places."

……

Dean's head suddenly dawned on him. This mushroom head was most likely a lunatic whose willpower far exceeded his spirit. His false smile was just a disguise for his downright indifference and inhumanity.

"I reject."

The atmosphere was tense and tense, and the air was as oppressive and dull as the eve of a storm.

"All supernatural beings that are not under the control of the organization are threats. You can either join us or -" Mushroom Head took out a dark yellow coin from his arms and tossed it gently, "Be destroyed by me!" Bang -

The coin flew three meters into the air above Anton Ziege's head.

Platinum light flashed in Dean's pupils in the distance, and life perspective and spiritual vision were activated at the same time.

Immediately.

Two huge figures suddenly appeared in the empty space next to Mushroom Head. They were more than three meters tall. One was black and the other white. They were dressed in exaggerated fluffy clothes with vertical ruffles. Their heads were bare without a single hair. , the thin face was painted white, the eyes and mouth were painted black, and a red bulbous nose was added.

They look like two weird and terrifying giant clowns hiding in the air. The clown in black is holding a spring gun and blowing air on the coins. The clown in white is opening and closing its mouth to bite the air, and they are grinning to the base of their ears. In its big mouth, triangular sawtooths with shining metallic luster were exposed.

what the hell?

Dean stared at the clown in surprise, and the dark pupils of the mushroom head opposite him instantly turned into sharp star shapes——

Will shock!

The invisible power rushed into Dean's mind through his eyes, cleansing his spirit and soul. He groaned, and a flash of red light flowed over the mirror shield in the panel.

The impact of telekinesis was instantly resisted by Dean.

The next second, the "shadow" opened up the area, the air within a radius of one kilometer shook, the space rippled, and an invisible pressure enveloped the entire area.

The clown and mushroom head who were playing with coins in the distance felt their bodies sink at the same time, and all attributes were weakened by ten percent!
Swah——

The figure flashed, teleported across a hundred meters, and appeared behind the mushroom head, staring at his back with auroral eyes, and golden flames, pale frost, and hissing holes appeared in the void in front of him. Current…

Dean teleported to Mushroom Head at the same time, looked directly into his bloodshot eyes, and waved his right fist. The boiling white flames rushed along the fist towards Mushroom Head's pale face, blowing his ridiculous short hair. After drifting.

abyss!

The entire rest stop became pitch black, and the sticky darkness from all directions was like an evil beast with teeth and claws, rushing towards the mushroom head, but a pair of eyes that rotated like a whirlpool and were wrapped in the vast light of the sun lit up in the darkness!

But this time, Dean's invincible abyss lost its effect on Mushroom Head - it couldn't even immobilize him for a hundredth of a second.

The mushroom head's strong willpower made him wake up from the shock in an instant, and raised his hand to catch the coin.

Huhu——

A dark gust of wind whipped up from the ground beneath his feet.

The clown in black moved in front of the mushroom head, with a spring gun attached to his hand to meet the meteor fist swung by Dean. It was like a cell dividing and multiplying, splitting into two, two into four, and splitting into hundreds or thousands. One, the force generated by countless high-pressure gases hit thousands of small hammers.

All the power merged into one, condensed into a huge air hammer, aimed at Dean's fist!

Boom!

The loud noise of the explosion and the ripples of the waves spread to the surroundings. The white-gold armor was dented inch by inch, and Dean moved aside like lightning.

The air hammer penetrated his afterimage and continued to hit the outer wall and glass door of the convenience store backwards.

Whoa!
Glass fragments and broken stones flew everywhere, and a large hole was opened in the outer wall, revealing rows of shelves inside the convenience store!

Bang bang bang!
The invisible hammers like continuous cannonballs continued to smash the shelves, punching holes in the second wall the size of half a man, shattering beams, columns, light bulbs, and penetrating the ceiling.

The roof supported by the columns began to tremble, and with a loud crackling sound, the thick walls fell toward the center of the house.

The ground shook, thick dust rose up, and the entire convenience store was reduced to rubble under the storm of the clown's spring gun.

And behind the mushroom head.

The shadow also flickered and retreated.

Hundreds of creepy, jagged mouths appeared around the clown in white, opening and closing with clicks, swallowing up the prison of telepathy, arcs, frost, and flames emerging from the air in one mouthful, passing through the shadows. The afterimage of the car surrounded a black Buick in the parking lot like a swarm of bats. With a tooth-gripping sound of chewing, friction, and flying iron filings, it devoured the entire car until every last drop was left, and then bit out the ground. A dark, deep pit.

……

In just a split second.

Anton Chigurh and his two weird clowns perfectly defused Dean's teleportation sneak attack. He smoothed his short hair from his forehead, grinned in an exaggerated arc, and smiled sarcastically not far away.
"If you don't choose the bright road, I can only send you to hell!"

He tossed the coin again, and a shadow squirmed and expanded under his feet. The third clown in colorful clothes, throwing a bunch of juggling balls, quickly condensed his form and appeared in the real world.

But Dean just crossed his arms and stared at him calmly.

A sense of terror like the coming of doom enveloped Anton Ziege's body, and the majestic force in the air suddenly immobilized his limbs. He couldn't breathe, and the fake smile on his face froze.

In his widened eyes, an oval-shaped opening opened in the sky not far away, reflecting a desolate scenery that was completely different from this world.

brush-

A dark chain flew out of the gap and flew across the air towards Anton, piercing the chest of the clown in white who was blocking him. The clown trembled, lowered his head and was unable to move.
brush brush --

More than ten chains, as dark as ink and dotted with skull-like patterns, flew out of the crack, like the tentacles of an abyssal jellyfish breaking through the water, firmly binding the three clowns, taking away their power, and binding Anton's body. , tied him up, and the coins in his hands fell to the ground.

"No, what the hell kind of ability is this?"

"How many abilities do you have!"

"You are not Level [-]!"

Anton screamed in his heart, but Dean in the distance just stared at him quietly, his eyes turning - this guy's will was higher than his, but his mental power was too weak, and the total was far lower than his own, and he could not resist the call of the underworld.

To be precise, those with superpowers below level five, unless they have dual specialties of will and spirit, would not be able to face Dean.

The only restriction is that it can only be used once a day.

A cold and mysterious breath flowed into Anton's body along the chain, and the overwhelming force tore his skin apart, revealing bright red flesh and pale bones. Finally, a trace of fear appeared on his stiff and stiff face. , the fear of the unknown.

No, what are you going to do? !

But he couldn't make a sound, and the chains continued to tear. The arms and thighs of the giant clowns were broken, and they were torn apart like tattered dolls. The pieces were floating and pulled towards the underworld, and Anton's bloody pupils began to spread, and the skull chains came out of his body. A black human shape was pulled out.

That was the soul of Anton Chigurh. Because of his strong willpower, his soul was almost not transparent at all and was as solid as a human-shaped black gemstone.

As soon as the soul appeared, the gloomy sky in the distance instantly opened a crack, shooting out a beam of red light and covering it.

Another mysterious force began to pull Anton's soul in reverse, and it was in a stalemate with the skull chain.

"What kind of power is this?" Dean, who was observing the progress of his ability, hesitated for a moment, and suddenly remembered the experience of interrogating Qiang Shi of the special operations group, "Yes, most members of the special operations department must undergo mysterious rituals to prevent the souls from dying after death. was taken away, so this power is the power of the ritual, which will pull Anton’s soul back to the place where the ritual was held, allowing him to enter Limbo smoothly.”

It's a beautiful idea.

Leave it to me!

Dean and Ying exchanged an idea, and with a bang, two white-gold wings emerged from their backs.

A dark gold spear flew out of the group of radiant weapons and landed in his palm. He bent his knees to gather strength, and a spiderweb-like gap opened under his feet. He shot out like a sharp arrow, and the spear tip wrapped with electric current was smashed in like a broken bamboo. Anton's back.

At the same time, Ying raised his hand and threw out a red fire dragon. The air roared and exploded, bombarding Anton's chest from top to bottom.

Fighting back and forth.

Amidst the violent roar, circles of dazzling light like meteor showers rippled across the sky, followed by a piercing scream.

The underworld is closed, the mushroom head and the three clowns are both physically and spiritually destroyed, and all abnormalities are disappearing.

Dean fell to the ground again, picked up the dark yellow coin, and a reminder flashed in front of his eyes——

You destroyed Anton Sieg's soul, proficiency +20, fighting level 4 (210→230/500), supernatural hunter activated, you absorbed 0.8 will, will: 21.8→22.6.

Shadow absorbs part of the soul essence, Shadow lv3 (86→126/400).

Call of the Underworld lv0 (4→7/100)

……

Dean tossed the coin and flew away from the messy ruins in a flash, flying towards the car on the far side of the road.

(End of this chapter)