In the name of supernatural powers

Chapter 215 Important Clues Li Mufeng

"You have absolutely no humanity."

Zhou Wanhua calmed herself down, and although she complained, she didn't harbor much resentment.

He had actually woken up long ago, but he was unclear about the specific situation and dared not make any rash moves or use his supernatural powers.

The purpose was to seize the opportunity and have the strength to escape.

Lu Zhao's appearance gradually put him at ease, and Zhou Wanhua naturally overheard the conversation between the deputy director and Lu Zhao.

The reason I was able to return was entirely due to Lu Zhao; only he possessed that level of power.

At the same time, Lu Zhao came to see him immediately. Given their friendship of several months, he could be described as very kind-hearted.

He could be described as having a cold exterior but a kind heart.

This person is worth getting to know better; they are loyal, righteous, and have connections. The former means that your efforts will be guaranteed a return, while the latter means that your investment will steadily appreciate in the future.

With a thousand thoughts racing through his mind, Zhou Wanhua took a deep breath and said, "Through the organ case, I found an underground clinic, and then discovered that it also had some high-level life supplements."

As he spoke, he gestured on the bed sheet with his bandaged fingers.

[Someone may be eavesdropping]

Lu Zhao felt a chill run down his spine, but his face remained impassive.

We really can't let our guard down at this point. The other party released the person because of the Lin family's power, but that doesn't mean we can be completely at ease.

However, since he was willing to release the person, it means that Zhou Wanhua did not see much information and found out mostly trivial matters.

With this intelligence, we might be able to catch some frontmen, but we won't be able to catch the real culprit.

Lu Zhao asked, "How many?"

Zhou Wanhua replied, "The quantity wasn't large, but they were mostly high-grade life-sustaining supplements. When I tried to investigate further, I suddenly fell into a coma, and when I woke up again, I had been moved to a different room."

"If it weren't for my earth-based supernatural powers and my resilient body, I might have really been killed."

Suddenly, a subtle mental fluctuation swept over.

Lu Zhao keenly noticed that someone was indeed monitoring them.

A third-tier spiritual transcendent, or even higher.

Otherwise, the mental fluctuations wouldn't be so subtle that one wouldn't be able to pinpoint their exact location.

Since he began cultivating both body and spirit, Lu Zhao has been practicing and refining his spirit day and night. He spends one hour each day refining essence into qi to replenish his life force, one and a half hours opening up all his meridians, and the remaining seven hours of sleep are used for refining his spirit.

Refining one's spirit and tempering one's mental strength not only results in extremely slow growth of mental strength, but also trains one's control.

If we compare mental perception to a net, then control is about constantly shrinking the net to make mental perception more acute.

Therefore, Lu Zhao was able to subtly sense beings of higher rank than himself, such as Ding Shoujin and Tu Bin, two fourth-rank transcendents.

'Just a slight touch is enough to attract a third-tier transcendent being, and a rather rare one at that—a mental one. This financial supplement is indeed as unshakeable as a mountain.'

Zhou Wanhua did not react. He wanted to continue gesturing, but Lu Zhao pressed down on his arm.

He said, "We'll talk about the specifics after you've rested. I'll arrange for you to be transferred to the camp hospital of our special counter-terrorism unit later."

The medical conditions in the Ninth Detachment are not as good as here, but they can be transferred to the headquarters.

The medical conditions are better and it is safer.

At the same time, this matter definitely needs to be told to Tu Bin, firstly because it is a rule and regulation, and secondly because it is to seek protection.

To further investigate financial supplements, it would be necessary to rely on the power of those above. Being a member of Liu's faction, he couldn't possibly challenge Chen Wuhou alone.

He's only responsible for initiating team fights; the actual damage output should be handled by Liu Wuhou.

About a minute later, the deputy director arrived with six doctors in white coats, one of whom was the vice president of the hospital.

He pulled at the tiger skin and said, "This is Captain Lu, the captain of the Ninth Special Counter-Strike Force. The one lying on the bed is Captain Lu's classmate. You must cure him."

Upon hearing this, the doctors were filled with respect, and the vice president quickly stepped forward to shake hands.

"Please rest assured, Leader Lu, I will definitely cure him."

The detachment leader of the special operations force is equivalent to a federal chief official, or even a chief official in Cangwu.

The power of federal officials is mainly divided into two aspects: rank and location. For example, municipal officials are divided into ordinary municipal officials, municipal officials, and federal municipal officials.

There are three levels: local, provincial, and federal.

These three levels determine the upper limit of an official's career; a deputy clerk in the capital city might be more valuable than a market magistrate in a local area.

Lu Zhao is the powerful chief official of Cangwu, whose position is no less prestigious than that of some small-town officials, and he has a greater chance of promotion.

Lu Zhao shook his head and said, "No need, I'll transfer him to the special counter-terrorism unit's camp hospital later."

Half an hour later, Zhou Wanhua was lifted into an ambulance, and Lu Zhao got in to accompany her.

The journey was uneventful, and they successfully arrived at the Special Counter-Strike Force Military Hospital.

As a military-level unit, the Special Counter-Strike Force has its own military region hospital. While it may not be as good as ordinary hospitals outside in treating common illnesses, it is undoubtedly the best in Cangwu when it comes to saving lives.

As long as there is no brain death, the Special Counter-Strike Force Military Region Hospital can revive people.

The person who received Lu Zhao was an acquaintance, Zhang Hong, a third-tier medical superhuman who had been there to help when Lu Zhao was carrying the life bone in Fang City.

Zhang Hong arrived at the entrance of the military hospital to greet them and saw Lu Zhao and Zhou Wanhua, who was bound like a mummy, getting out of the ambulance.

He stepped forward and extended his hand, saying, "Comrade Lu Zhao, we meet again."

"Dr. Zhang Hong."

Lu Zhao shook hands with him and asked, "Do you work here?"

Zhang Hong smiled and said, "I am the vice dean here."

Lu Zhao understood and was not surprised.

After all, he is a third-tier transcendent being, so his status and position must be extraordinary.

Zhou Wanhua's lips twitched as she lay on the stretcher.

He really wanted to say, "Brother Lu, are you sure your surname isn't Liu?"

Many subtle details reveal that Lu Zhao is no ordinary person. For example, the fact that the vice president of the military hospital personally came to greet him at the door already reveals enough information.

Often, a person's identity and status within the system can be judged by the people they associate with.

If it were just an ordinary detachment commander, it would be impossible for the deputy director of the military hospital to come and greet him.

Zhang Hong exchanged a few brief pleasantries with Lu Zhao, then led them into the hospital. On the way, he merely touched Zhou Wanhua to determine her specific condition and arranged a private room for her.

Inside the ward, Zhang Hong pinched Zhou Wanhua's philtrum with his index finger and thumb, drawing out a puff of white vapor in an incomprehensible way.

Zhou Wanhua looked as if her soul had been ripped out; she visibly slumped down, but her expression seemed even more relaxed.

Zhang Hong praised, "Young man, you have good willpower. You were able to endure the drug withdrawal for so long. Advancing to the third rank in the future will not be a problem."

"However, the side effects of the medication cannot be overcome by willpower alone. I'm temporarily suppressing your addiction, but to cure it completely, you need to advance to the third level of transcendence. Addiction involves the brain, so you have to overcome it yourself."

Zhou Wanhua asked, "What about before advancing to the third level of transcendent?"

Zhang Hong replied, "Currently, there are two main treatment methods. One is to find a person with superhuman mental abilities to implant psychological suggestion. The other is to take special drugs to confuse your senses, such as turning drug addiction into thirst."

"I suggest taking medication. Although it will still be uncomfortable, at least it will be manageable. Fortunately, our hospital has this medication."

Zhou Wanhua pondered for a moment and said, "Then I'll follow your advice and use medication to control it."

“A wise choice.” Zhang Hong added, “However, I must state beforehand that the effects of drugs on the senses are random and may cause vomiting, diarrhea, or even aphrodisiac effects.”

Ten minutes later, a nurse pushed a cart in.

First, all the bandages were removed, and then five syringes containing special medicine were taken out and injected into Zhou Wanhua's back, chest, face, and lower body.

One minute after the injection, the burn began to heal rapidly, with scar tissue proliferating.

Zhou Wanhua felt an unbearable itch all over her body, gripping the bed sheet with both hands, and a thin layer of nails grew out of them.

He gritted his teeth and made a muffled sound.

Seeing this, Lu Zhao asked with curiosity, "Are all the Federation's special drugs made by superhumans?"

Previously, Lin Xuemei brought medicine to his mother. After taking it, the various complications of her heart disease, which had lasted for many years, were greatly improved, and she is now able to take care of herself.

Lu Zhao learned that this was a medicine specially commissioned by Lin Zhiyan from a high-level medical expert in the capital to make.

The only drawback is that it's difficult to cure completely because Lu Zhao's mother is too weak.

Extraordinary drugs are like life supplements; they require a certain physical condition to take.

Zhang Hong nodded and said, "Some extraordinary individuals in the fields of elixirs, medicines, and other special medicines can refine medicines, which were called elixirs in ancient times. Also, the materials used in our special countermeasures unit's heavy bulletproof vests, helmets, and chest areas were made by extraordinary individuals."

"The scholars of the Divine Power Academy can also use their supernatural powers to make some strange and wonderful little gadgets."

Even with the advancements in modern technology, no one has been able to replace the dominant position of superhumans because superhuman power is not simply destructive, but also creative.

Many of the Federation's technologies, including certain key components, are manufactured using supernatural powers.

If superhumans had incredibly long lifespans, then society today certainly couldn't achieve legal equality for all.

Extraordinary power cannot be inherited through bloodlines, and those with extraordinary abilities can only reach the theoretical maximum lifespan of humans; both are the cornerstones of the current social order.

An hour later, Zhou Wanhua's skin had fully recovered, the only minor flaw being that the deeper parts of the wound had scabbed over.

Zhang Hong pinched the philtrum again, drawing out a wisp of air, and examined it briefly before saying, "The internal organ damage is quite severe; you'll need a month of rest. Since you're not part of the special operations force, I can't administer many of the treatments. Comrade Lu Zhao, go get a note from the Commander-in-Chief later."

Lu Zhao nodded and said, "Understood."

After the initial treatment was completed, Zhang Hong left the ward.

Looking at his body, which seemed to have almost fully recovered, Zhou Wanhua couldn't help but exclaim, "Damn, this special operations unit's hospital is something else! They use specially made medicines. When I came in, I was still lying down, but an hour later I was just recuperating."

"With an annual mortality rate of 10%, how could the medical conditions be bad?"

Lu Zhao moved a chair to the edge of the bed and said, "It's safe here now. Can you tell me if you've found any important evidence?"

"Have."

Zhou Wanhua replied, "They let me go back because they were sure I didn't see anything important, but they overlooked my supernatural abilities."

"My supernatural power is the Stone Penetration Sequence, one of the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends. It is a powerful earth-elemental supernatural power called Earth Tremor, which can produce very slight vibrations to detect the surrounding situation. Compared to mental supernatural powers, it has certain limitations, but it is also more secretive and will not be detected by high-level supernatural beings."

The characteristic of a third-tier transcendent being is a sixth sense, which in a sense is also a kind of mental power.

The once invincible mental probing may now be detected, and some powerful third-tier superhumans may even be able to contend with mental superhumans of the same tier.

Zhou Wanhua's supernatural abilities allowed him to conduct reconnaissance in a very subtle way, circumventing conventional counter-reconnaissance methods.

Lu Zhao suddenly realized, "No wonder they were willing to release him."

"Their arrest actually allowed me to see more."

Zhou Wanhua chuckled, ignoring the danger involved, and said, "The place they took me to should be quite central. It was a building with six floors above and one floor below, oval in shape, and the exterior walls were made of pure glass."

"The basement floor contains a large number of bottles and jars, which should contain special medicines and supplies, as well as many medical instruments. The first to third floors are for physiotherapy and massage, and the fourth to sixth floors have professional operating rooms and wards."

"I memorized the facial features of everyone inside. Do you know who I found?"

who?"

“I once saw Li Mufeng, a popular star in the Federation, from afar at an event when I was working in Jinghu Road. I remembered his facial features.”

"do not know."

"You don't recognize this?"

"I don't usually watch TV, and I don't follow the entertainment industry at all."

"And the Director-General of Dali, the head of the Nankaido Legal Department."

Upon hearing this, Lu Zhao's eyes lit up.

Flipping through the little notebook in my heart, June 28, 3242.

That is, in June of last year, I reported the leadership team of Fangshi City, and the Dali General Command called to put pressure on me.

Someone once told him, "You're just a lowly lieutenant; you should behave yourself and not be so ungrateful."

Lu Zhao remembered all of this clearly.

Zhou Wanhua, oblivious to Lu Zhao's change in expression, said, "I met this old man last month when I went out to dinner with the bureau chief. He's a third-tier superhuman, and even in his sixties, he's started taking care of his health."

The Marquis of Wu was over a hundred years old and still full of energy, but that doesn't mean other extraordinary individuals can be the same.

The average lifespan of a third-tier transcendent is eighty-five years. The more injuries they sustain when they are young, the shorter their lifespan will be when they grow old.

Given the requirements for the Federation's First-Class Merit Award, many of today's Tier 3 Transcendentalists are veterans of battles, and very few have escaped serious injury.

"However, we should have a hard time getting under their control. They are a provincial-level official who is in charge of the law and probably have a wide network of connections."

“We investigate all criminals, regardless of their position or status.”

Lu Zhaoyi spoke sternly, then changed the subject: "I have the phone number of the Director-General of the Nankai Circuit. I'll report him later."

"...Brother Lu, is there anyone in Nankaido you don't know?"

If Zhou Wanhua hadn't been lying in bed, she would have knelt down.

He said somewhat sourly, "These days, you have to rely on connections to get things done. Brother Lu, you have a lot of connections, so it's easy for you to get things done. You don't have to struggle like me to get seniority."

Lu Zhao smiled and said, "Perhaps I've already endured my suffering."

Zhou Wanhua looked at him with disbelief and said, "With your connections, what kind of hardship could you possibly endure? I think the biggest hardship you've ever suffered in your life was being sick and taking medicine when you were a child."

"hehe."

Lu Zhao let out a soft laugh, without offering any explanation or rebuttal.

Life is full of ups and downs, and he doesn't like to wear his suffering on his face like a medal.

The many hardships he experienced were a test for him, but it doesn't mean he has to suffer forever, trapped in a state of isolation and helplessness.

Lu Zhao simply wouldn't use connections to gain illegal or unethical benefits, and using connections to protect his case was not among his methods.

Society itself is the sum of relationships between people, and excluding relationships is an antisocial behavior.

The key is not in cultivating relationships, but in the purpose and the result itself.

There is nothing wrong with reporting officials' illegal or disciplinary violations to the supervisory authorities, as there are no procedural issues involved; the only problem is that one's own connections can ensure that the process will not be blocked.

"Write a report later, I need to send it to the Commander-in-Chief."

"My skin has just grown back, and it hurts a lot when I touch it..."

"Write your name on the report."

"Brother Lu, my dear brother, quickly get me a pen and paper! Solving a case is like putting out a fire, we need to race against time."

(End of this chapter)