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Madison, in a completely unladylike manner, tapped the table, interrupting the druid girl's romantic fantasies. She squinted her emerald eyes, glanced at a certain part of the red-haired girl's body, and proudly puffed out her chest.

Hmph, mere... nothing to fear!

"Quick, continue talking about the monster!" the little witch urged, stuffing a sweet pastry into her mouth.

Zhu Mingyao picked up the freshly squeezed juice and continued to talk about his family's speculation.

"Based on Miss Beverly's description and the snippets of conversation I overheard from the enemy during the battle, it can be basically confirmed that the mechanical monster and his accomplices who rescued him belong to the so-called 'Terror Circus'."

"Based on the damaged state of my summoned creatures and the aura I sensed at the time, those dark monsters should be hiding in a secret spatial interlayer. I have also explained this to the officials, and they will conduct a targeted search."

Zoe picked up a cranberry cookie, dipped it in jam, and looked somewhat worried.

"If it is a secret realm-like space, the official forces alone may not be able to discover it. At least several [Lord-level] or one [Scepter-level] would be needed to help. The local Special Investigation Bureau does not have such a lineup at the moment."

Her political acumen was clearly superior to that of her peers, and she possessed a detailed and clear understanding of the current predicament of the federal government.

"Where are your president and that voodoo matriarch?" Zhu Mingyao asked, taking a sip of juice.

"Around Halloween, President Fiona and the instructors will be stationed at the Witch Academy to preside over magical rituals. She will only intervene if there is a particularly serious emergency."

With her fingers twirling the ends of her hair, the timid girl with brown eyes licked the jam off the biscuit.

"As for Madam Mary, ever since the Skull Island exploration mission ended, the dispatched personnel she had placed high hopes on have disappeared after they were suspected of being possessed. She has been questioned by the Federation several times, and the two sides have become very tense. Recently, she has simply stayed in headquarters and ignored everything, adopting a passive attitude and suspending cooperation. Even if something really happens, she will only watch the officials make a fool of themselves with a cold eye."

"So, in that case, I've become one of the top superhumans in New Orleans. If the government needs my help, wouldn't they have to treat me as their savior?"

Zhu Mingyao chuckled and made a joke.

Chapter 269 Seeking Help, Invitation

"...You want to see me as your savior?"

Before his joking words had even finished, a flurry of footsteps came from the restaurant entrance.

A group of guys dressed in black suits and sunglasses, practically with "I'm a secret agent" written all over their foreheads, filed in, their clothes billowing as they headed straight for the group.

Zhu Mingyao raised an eyebrow in confusion, then slightly raised his hand to the gray-haired middle-aged man at the head of the group, bowing politely as he said:

"Hello, Mr. Gordon, is there any information we've overlooked that we need to inquire about?"

The person who returned was the head of the local special agency whom I had met last night.

“No, the clues you provided are very detailed and have been a great help to us.” The man’s gaze was cold and his long, thin face, as sharp as a knife, was gloomy. He nodded to the group in greeting, forced a smile, but did not rush to speak.

Noticing his hesitation, Zhu Mingyao readily pulled out a chair. "They are all my friends. There's no need for any reservations. Please sit down and let's talk."

"Thank you." The gray-haired man was a straightforward person. Seeing this, he didn't stand on ceremony and sat down directly.

He gestured to his men to clear away any unauthorized personnel, then pressed a bronze badge to cast a soundproofing spell before lowering his voice to describe the situation.

"So, this wasn't the only bloody incident that happened last night?"

The blonde heiress stirred the emerald green pudding with a small silver spoon, the fresh aroma of vanilla and mint filling the air.

“Miss Madison, to be precise, it’s not just one case that has occurred in the last few days.” Exhausted from working until now, Gordon poured himself a cup of tea and drank it down in one gulp.

As a senior federal agent stationed in New Orleans for many years and one of the more active superhumans in the area, he was already very familiar with the two witches through the intelligence network. He naturally recognized them and even knew a little about the druid lady standing next to him.

Gordon looked very grim: "After learning the details of the case, we immediately used various means to investigate and discovered several new suspicious events."

"Two young white men living alone were brutally murdered in front of a mirror, a gang was found dead in an abandoned house with their tongues pulled out and bleeding, there were several gruesome dismemberment scenes, and a bizarre jewelry theft. In just one week, nearly ten serious crimes that may involve supernatural factors occurred."

Furious, the man clenched his fists, making a cracking sound, and ground his teeth, his jaw muscles twitching.

"They did it very discreetly, and the victims they chose, like Mr. Mike's family this time, were the type that were difficult to discover in a short period of time after the incident. This shows that the murderers are highly intelligent and cannot be compared to those brainless low-level monsters."

“So I agree with your guess.” Gordon took a deep breath. “There is indeed a group of powerful monsters lurking nearby, which is very likely the so-called ‘Dread Circus’.”

Based on the combined results of the divination and our internal analysis, they may cause trouble again during Halloween.

The gray-haired man straightened his expression, placed his hands on the table, stared into Zhu Mingyao's eyes, and said seriously:

"In this situation, please allow me, on behalf of the federal government, to extend an invitation to you, for the sake of the 1.3 million residents of the entire New Orleans metropolitan area, to help us eliminate these damned monsters!"

"Ahem..." Zhu Mingyao's expression was slightly strange. Could it be that his words had come true?

"I am deeply honored by the government's high regard for me, but I am young and lack the knowledge and skills. It would be best to ask someone more capable to handle such an important task," he said humbly and slowly.

The various organizations are currently in a cold war with the Federation over its scandalous practice of secretly harboring high-ranking vampires. Although they covet the reward points for killing monsters, they are not willing to break the rules and openly cooperate with them. In any case, when it comes to being well-informed, the Hualian and the witches may not be much worse than the official authorities.

“You underestimate yourself. I have already reported the situation here to the higher authorities, and after their unanimous deliberation, they have decided that you are the most suitable candidate for this place and at this time.” Seeing his concerns, the man added while the iron was hot.

"I know this is difficult, but rest assured, you will not be forced to kill or find them. You just need to protect them safely through Halloween."

Gordon had no other choice. As a senior official in a special department, he was well aware of the current predicament of the government. Although the federal situation appeared calm on the surface, undercurrents were surging and intensifying.

As the elemental tides rise, several places are vaguely in danger of large-scale supernatural disasters, and at this critical moment, the cooperation of major non-governmental organizations is lost.

In this situation, not only were there no reinforcements sent from above, but even his capable subordinates were transferred elsewhere to suppress the anomaly, leaving him with no one available for a time.

The remaining personnel are only capable of dealing with wandering ghosts and other petty criminals; they are simply not up to the task when facing truly powerful individuals.

A group of intelligent and well-organized high-level monsters, if they were to launch a joint attack, could cause immense destruction overnight. The Special Investigation Bureau alone would probably only be able to protect itself at best, and would need to temporarily hire experts to overcome the crisis.

Before he came here, he tried to contact the two local gangsters he usually cooperated with through various channels, but he did not receive a substantial response.

The witches were alright, but they made excuses that they were busy with an important ceremony, and no one could get away.

The Voodoo Cult simply disappeared without a trace, clearly intending to remain mere spectators.

During a conversation with his superiors, he learned that the Asian monk who had filed the report the previous night was quite skilled, and he immediately grasped at this as if it were a lifeline.

Seeing Zhu Mingyao's polite yet evasive manner, he simply offered generous terms.

"The New Orleans branch of the Special Investigations Bureau is certainly no match for New York or Los Angeles, but it still has some resources. If you are willing to provide assistance, within my authority, all of its assets are available for you to choose from!"

Two slender little feet kicked out from under the table at the same time, one on the left and one on the right, and gently tugged at Zhu Mingyao's leg.

He glanced sideways, smiled knowingly, and nodded, saying, "Since you've put it this way, it seems I can't stand idly by for the sake of the million residents of 'Great Joy'." With that, he picked up his juice.

Gordon breathed a sigh of relief, raised his teacup, and the two clinked glasses in an awkward manner.

After a brief discussion, they finalized the specific compensation and task assignments. Gordon then took his leave decisively. He certainly wouldn't place all his hopes on a foreign aid; he still needed to make other follow-up arrangements.

"You two clever little girls, what have you got your eye on that guy? Why are you making me do all the hard work?" Zhu Mingyao asked with a smile.

They reacted immediately upon hearing Gordon's promise, and the implication was quite clear.

“Of course there are good things.” Madison smiled mysteriously.

"Do you remember when we obtained some information about the Fountain of Youth in the secret realm?"

Chapter 270 A woman's obsession is her youthful appearance

"How could I forget? It's only been a few days!"

Zhu Mingyao immediately realized what was happening, and his face lit up with joy:

"You've found some clues? Could it be that Captain Jay... was wrong, and that a portion of the Fountain of Youth still remains after it was captured by the Spanish?"

He glanced at the druid girl, who was engrossed in her snack-fighting game, and asked vaguely.

“It’s a little different from what you thought.” Zoe clenched her small fists in front of her chest, and even she, who was usually calm, couldn’t suppress her laughter.

"After receiving the information, President Fiona led the mentors to follow the map and find the deserted island in the story. They conducted a thorough search, but unfortunately, the hidden space had been completely destroyed."

She abruptly changed the subject, her tone brimming with undisguised joy, "Just when everyone was extremely disappointed, we suddenly received some unexpected news..."

"Federal authorities have salvaged a Spanish shipwreck in the Caribbean," Madison excitedly interrupted.

"In a secret box above, we found what may have been the last bottle of the Fountain of Youth in the world, hidden away by one of the army's accompanying sorcerers."

She rubbed her palms together, her bright blue eyes sparkling. "We managed to get a drop, and after repeated experiments, we found that although its effects were much weaker than the legends, when combined with a magic potion made using secret methods, it can still greatly slow down the aging of human appearance and achieve a kind of eternal youth."

"Tch..." Zhu Mingyao curled his lip in disappointment, "I thought it could grant immortality, or at least extend my lifespan, but it turns out it's just a high-end beauty product. And you sold me out to be a laborer for this? That's such a bad deal..."

"That's such a great deal!"

A completely opposite exclamation came from behind.

Beverly, who was standing nearby, had somehow pulled her gaze away from the Black Forest cake and leaned closer, her face full of excitement.

"Boss, if you get your hands on this treasure, could you give me a drop? I'd work for you for free for three...five years!"

Looking around at the three identical pretty faces filled with longing, and the six eyes that seemed to be shooting out little golden stars, Zhu Mingyao helplessly slapped his forehead.

Okay, I underestimated the appeal of this thing to women.

"Don't feel like you're losing out. The president and mentors will definitely offer some valuable items in exchange. If it weren't for a few cunning guys in the official team who saw the significance of the Fountain of Youth to us and kept trying to raise the price on it, I wouldn't need you to come forward and find a way to get it."

Madison explained in high spirits, as she and Zoe clasped their hands together, making pitiful, pleading faces.

"Please, you absolutely have to get your hands on it!"

The red-haired girl, like an owl, stared blankly around, then blinked her big eyes and threw down her knife and fork to do the same thing.

Zhu Mingyao looked up at the ceiling and rubbed his face vigorously with both hands.

You've been won over by a beauty product?

Ah, women...

……

……

The rain from last night had long since stopped, but the sky remained overcast.

Soil soaked in black and red asphalt-like filth rose up, carrying a faint sulfurous stench, and fell into a white wooden box.

"After looking around, it turns out there are still more clues left here."

Zhu Mingyao stood in the damp courtyard, holding a box in his hand, observing the villa in ruins after last night's battle.

He checked several places that were suspected to be the crime scenes of the "Horror Circus," and they were all cleaned up quite thoroughly. Only the place where the mechanical monster and the druid girl fought fiercely had not yet been erased.

He paused for a few seconds to mourn the jeweler who had been tragically killed and whose family had been destroyed, then turned and walked to the makeshift altar that had been erected.

The smooth, yellowish-white wooden planks still exuded a pleasant fragrance, as if they had just been sawed from the tree, which was indeed the case.

"Boss, does the hairstyle need any changes?"

A few strands of red hair peeked out playfully from under the blue baseball cap, hanging down on Miss Druid's energetic face.