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I didn't catch up.

Li Sheng squinted his eyes and looked in the direction of the prison. He observed for a while, and after confirming that there were no pursuers, he threw the two special helmets to Hui Yu.

"Are you in trouble? What took you so long."

As the King of Super Strength Huiyu spoke casually, he easily kneaded the two helmets into a hemispherical shape like a pancake with green onions, and then put them together to form the shape of a crib to accommodate Angelica.

"Yeah. I met the white supremacist Black Panther, the cross-eyed Hawkeye, and the Indian-looking Captain America."

Li Sheng took out the oil barrel from the three-dimensional warehouse and filled the agricultural plane with oil. "That Cervantes probably has a perfect quality prop or skill that can distort, transform, and control superpowers.

These three oddities are just the vanguard, there will be more to come.”

"what?"

Hui Yu was stunned for a moment. "Isn't Cervantes detained by the Special Affairs Bureau? How come he still has valuables on him?

Didn’t the Special Affairs Bureau confiscate it from him? Even when I was idle while playing games, my teammates confiscated my parents’ money—even though I didn’t have any.”

Li Sheng was relatively calm about this, "After all, Cervantes is a core member of the Comedy Troupe. We can not only torture him to get key information, but also use him as a hostage and bargaining chip.

The Special Affairs Bureau will not allow him to hang out in any script world at will, and there is a high probability that some of the equipment and props will be returned to him when he encounters a mission. "

Cervantes is definitely not a good person. Not to mention that in the previous fate mission, Feng Youyun's family was destroyed by him. He has victims all over the world, enough to monopolize the "Today's Statement" program for a whole year.

But the cruel fact is that even if the Special Affairs Bureau caught him, he would not be immediately liquidated and executed.

History always shows the victory of ruthlessness over brainlessness. If the Special Affairs Bureau wants to survive in the chaotic situation, it must be extremely rational and conserve every bit of strength at hand.

From the perspective of the Special Affairs Bureau, the value of controlling Cervantes and using him as a bargaining chip is far greater than simply killing him.

Hui Yu nodded, not quite understanding, "So what should we do now?"

“It’s better to take a plane and go directly to the destination.

We were able to fly to Denver just now, mainly because of the cover of night. Now that it is daylight, spy satellites in low-Earth orbit and ordinary people on the ground can see low-flying aircraft.
So later you will be needed to cover the aircraft skin and change the color to delay our discovery as much as possible."

Li Sheng said: "But before that, I have to go back to the prison first."

He flew back to the prison for super-powered people. At this time, the prison was empty and all the prisoners had run away.

On the ground in front of the prison, there were many relatively fresh bodies of superpowers who had been killed by machine gun fire.

Like Caroline and Angelica, the bodies of these mutants cannot be put into the backpack compartment, but can be loaded into the pesticide storage tanks of agricultural aircraft with a maximum take-off weight of 7257kg.

"Excuse me. Why do you want to bring these corpses?"

Caroline, who had been silent the whole time, couldn't help but ask, "Do you want to expose the Pioneer scandal to the public and tell the world that people with super powers really exist?

It won't work. Given the control that Pioneer and the interest groups behind it have over the media, no TV station or newspaper is willing to come out and report on it.

Even if some journalists are willing to speak out out of their conscience and professional ethics, they will be assassinated quickly.

The sporadic leaks will be considered conspiracy theories such as lizard people and flat earth, and will not cause any waves. "

Caroline had witnessed with her own eyes that several of her colleagues mysteriously disappeared within a few days and never appeared again because they opposed Pioneer's human experiment project.

After that, she anonymously contacted several famous Washington reporters, trying to break the news. However, when they heard that the news was related to Pioneer, they immediately cut off contact.

The only reporter who did not lose contact seemed to have a vested interest in Pioneer Company and tried to lure Caroline out.

As for the Avalon organization, which is regarded as the savior by the superpower community
To be honest, if they really have the ability to change the world, they should not be hiding on a small Pacific island now, but should stand up and announce their existence to the world early.

“I didn’t think about being exposed.”

Li Sheng curled his lips. He would only stay in this script world for a few dozen hours at most, and exposing the news would not have much impact in a short period of time. "What I want is very simple. If we want to deal with Cervantes' Avengers, we must also have our own Justice League."

After saying that, he took out a scalpel and, in front of Caroline's horrified eyes, cut open the skull of a super-powered corpse, revealing the brains.

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"Denver is still 802 kilometers away from Angeles City. At the speed of an AT- agricultural aircraft, it will take at least five or six hours to fly there. If they don't want to run headfirst into the encirclement, they have to take a detour. The detour may even take longer."

"The cyber department closely monitors the social networks of ordinary people along the route and immediately reports any suspicious aircraft flying low."

“Call on all available low-Earth orbit spy satellites. If you can’t borrow them, rent them. If you can’t rent them, just buy them!”

"Also notify the U.S. Homeland Defense Forces. In the name of Pioneer, tell them that a super-powered terrorist has hijacked a plane and is trying to replicate 911/ on the West Coast and crash it into buildings. Tell them to turn on the radar to full power! Destroy and shoot down all suspicious targets!" "Have you gathered all the super-powered people in Angel City? We'll be there soon."

On Pioneer's Gulfstream private jet, Cervantes kept giving orders without stopping for a moment.

Alexander, the manhunt expert standing next to him, was extremely excited at this moment. It was a rare opportunity to call upon massive resources, so he immediately used his old connections in the US intelligence department to assist Cervantes in organizing this grand arrest.

(Alexander is not dead. He was in the motel before. He stayed in his command vehicle and did not follow the three SUVs into the farmland.)
The only unhappy person on the plane was probably the commissioner.

"Mr. Cervantes! The company hired you to help recover high-value targets, not to cause trouble for the company!"

The commissioner said in a deep voice: "Using spy satellites and requisitioning national defense forces will consume the company's political and financial chips in Washington. It is impossible to squander them endlessly."

Cervantes glanced at him and ignored him, continuing to give orders on the satellite phone.

To be honest, after seeing another player easily deal with three level four psychics, Cervantes felt a little unconfident.

Some of his equipment and props are still being held by the Special Affairs Bureau, so they are not at full combat effectiveness.

On the battlefield, the system even thought that it was the weaker party in a head-on fight and needed to be assigned a company as a balance.

The style of the Mad Laughter Troupe is that of madmen, not fools. Rather than teleporting them directly, it would be safer to continue the roundup according to the original plan.

It's definitely not that he's scared.

Cervantes' mind was full of thoughts.

The specialist who was ignored was anxious and angry. He stood up and threatened the company employees, including Alexander, with his eyes, asking them to stop what they were doing and not forget their identities.

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Cervantes finally stopped what he was doing and slowly turned his head to look at the commissioner. For the first time, what showed in his eyes was not optimism and heartlessness, but pure indifference.

The commissioner was frightened by some indescribable premonition and subconsciously took a half step back, but he quickly recalled his identity, forced himself to stand up straight, and looked into Cervantes' eyes.

“If I remember correctly, your company also has level 4 psychics who serve as thugs and guards.

These people can obviously break your neck in an instant like crushing an ant, but when they see you, they all respectfully address you as Your Excellency the Commissioner."

Cervantes said calmly: "They are not afraid of you, but what is behind you.

System, organization, social structure, state apparatus. No matter what specific noun is used, it symbolizes a collective force. Humans are social animals and cannot exist without society.

That is why those level 4 psychics who are far more powerful than you will bow to you respectfully and greet you.

But I'm different. "

Cervantes approached slowly, and the commissioner's face turned paler and he stepped back.

"I don't need anything on this planet. I don't need anyone to produce goods for me. I don't need health insurance, pensions, or retirement benefits. I have no desires, so I am invincible."

Cervantes took out a glass cylinder filled with crystal blue liquid and said, “This glass bottle may contain a virus that can sweep the world, or it may not.

I may drop it on the floor, or I may not.

I am outside your social rules so I can defy them."

He stretched out his palm and pressed it on the commissioner's forehead.

The latter fell to his knees, screaming miserably, his entire face melting like a candle.

“According to the president of our guild, those self-proclaimed noble and moral Special Affairs Bureau and Global Occult Alliance are actually just a group of locusts plundering different worlds, just like our Laughing Troupe.

We are all locusts, so why bother talking about morality hypocritically? "

Cervantes murmured softly in a voice that only he could hear, and suddenly withdrew his hand.

The commissioner's face stopped melting and gradually returned to its original state. He leaned back in his chair exhausted, no longer daring to look Cervantes in the eye.

"Now, get to work."

Cervantes sat down slowly, looking out the window at the approaching coastline, waiting for the cooling countdown of the changing old seal.

(End of this chapter)