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"If we keep tracking for a while, we really can't find a clue..." she casually reassured him, while she began to think about how to prepare a suitable excuse to get through the task.

The conversation abruptly stopped as black smoke, like a serpentine snake, spiraled down and landed on a barren slope covered with cacti and camellias.

As the smoke cleared, a mature and capable middle-aged woman with her long, raven-feather-like hair tied in a bun bent down, examining the messy footprints with delight.

She opened her palm, and on the transparent crystal disc, a drop of bright red blood spun around, transforming into a line of intricate cursive script for her name.

"The ancestor's protection... it really is that girl's trace!" The woman suddenly raised her head, her gaze sharpening like an arrow as she looked towards the distant south of the great river.

……

……

With the sun high in the sky, large swaths of yellow sand swirl past the towering cactus trees as the wheels of a vehicle roll in.

“Turn around that lone rock and park here!”

After driving for several hours through this roadless wilderness, Seth occasionally spoke, pointing out directions at landmarks, and gradually moving away from human habitation.

"I've brought you here as promised, can we leave now?" Jacob asked hopefully, his arms around his two children, leaning close to the car door.

The Jeco brothers exchanged a subtle glance, and the corners of their mouths slowly turned up.

"Promise? What promise?"

They knew very well just how valuable the "things" they were carrying were, and to avoid their whereabouts being exposed, they couldn't leave a single survivor!

Scott shouted in shock and anger, "You promised to release... uh." He suddenly remembered that the other party didn't seem to have explicitly said they would release the person, but had been using ambiguous language to make them tacitly agree.

"Run!" In the critical moment, Jacob's old body erupted with a powerful force called fatherly love. He pushed the two siblings away and then rushed towards the raised gun barrel without hesitation.

"Bang! Bang!" Two sparks burst forth.

Logically speaking, even with the greatest courage, the fragile bodies of carbon-based life forms would only end up as sieves in front of metal projectiles propelled by chemical energy.

But a pair of slender, delicate hands suddenly reaching out, as if by magic, defied this common sense.

Clutching two deformed brass bullets in her palm, her soft little hand swung out, and the car door slammed open. An invisible force enveloped the bewildered father and son, sending them spinning and tumbling out of the car.

The next second, the large and heavy RV suddenly jumped off the ground with all four wheels off the ground, as if a herd of rhinos were having a crazy dance party inside. A huge bulge appeared on the roof, and then three blurry shadows tore through the metal panels and rushed out, wrestling with each other.

"Ptooey!" Spitting out his mouthful of sand, Scott struggled to sit up, feeling dizzy and disoriented, trying to figure out what was going on.

"Dad, what happened?"

The old pastor's thin fingers trembled, and after a long pause, he finally managed to utter a few words:

"she is not……"

Before Jacob could finish his flustered words, an even louder question suddenly rang out.

"You're not a human girl at all! Who are you?"

His furious shouts echoed far and wide across the wasteland.

Richard Gecco's glasses had all been reduced to rubble, leaving only one leg, which was comically stuck on his ear and swaying from side to side.

His body had swelled to nearly twice its size, and beneath his ripped suit, glistening brown muscles writhed and rolled, like a giant North American bear lurking deep in the mountains. After gaining his powers, the man had tested them many times, and his terrifying strength was enough to toy with a regular car like a bowling ball.

However, this terrifying power was completely suppressed by the seemingly delicate figure in front of him.

The five fingers, white as scallion segments, appear soft and delicate, but are actually as hard as diamond. With each gentle grab, they can tear off a chunk of flesh from the enemy.

In the brief exchange of blows, Richard was covered in wounds and bleeding profusely. Even with Seth wielding two guns and unleashing a hail of bullets to assist him, it was to no avail. Richard's movements grew slower and slower, and his tall figure swayed precariously, seemingly about to collapse and die at any moment.

Just then, Scott suddenly screamed as a gleaming blade emerged from his left shoulder, and hot blood gushed out.

"Stop it if you want him to live!"

Chapter 330 Interrogation

"...Stop it right now!"

The voice had barely faded when the figures parted.

A fierce straight kick landed on the enemy's ribs, and with a series of crisp cracking sounds as bones broke, the girl used the recoil to perform a perfect aerial somersault like a nimble cat, landing steadily on the ground.

"What a ridiculous fool, thinking you can threaten me by just grabbing two random people?"

Katie glared at the other person with a mocking look, sneering repeatedly.

Her current appearance is completely different from before. Her smooth golden hair has disappeared and been replaced by short, neat, jet-black hair. Her oval face is sharp and well-defined, yet still gentle. Although her diamond-shaped red lips are slightly pale, they have a unique charm.

Beneath her sharp, slender eyebrows, her deep blue eyes seemed to shimmer with moonlight, adding a touch of sacred solemnity to her overall sensual aura.

Her long, muscular legs, now noticeably longer, were taut and shapely. She lightly kicked off her tattered sneakers, revealing bare feet that looked like two pieces of white jade embedded in the yellow sand. Even her slightly rustic beige sweater couldn't conceal her exquisitely shapely figure.

The naive girl transformed into a cool and aloof older woman in the blink of an eye, even startling Scott, who was in so much pain that he was crying and sneezing.

With a flick of his finger, the flattened bullet tore through the air, its brass-colored line flashing like lightning, shattering the frozen, armed thug.

The illusory figure transformed into a large patch of blue-purple tattoos resembling octopus tentacles, scattering into specks of fluorescent powder. Seth Jake's sinister face appeared behind Jacob and his son, a bloodstained blade pressed against the Asian boy's neck, the red marks appearing as it was gently dragged.

The battlefield fell silent for a moment. Richard, who was about to be torn into a rag doll, took the opportunity to get up, trembling as he picked out something, chewed it, and swallowed it. His mangled body writhed and showed signs of healing in the blink of an eye.

It's that strange capsule again... The cold, beautiful woman's sharp gaze shifted.

"I underestimated you. I never expected that two petty thieves who robbed people on the road would have such skills."

Although it was meant as a compliment, the way she spoke it carried an air of arrogance, as if a noble princess had just discovered a pleasant surprise in today's lunch and was casually praising the chef.

"Now you know, so please behave and don't resist, or you'll only end up with two corpses..." A few strange golden-orange lights rolled between Seth's lips, making his ruthless threats muffled and sounding weak and cowardly.

Crimson light swirled and coiled at her fingertips, elongating into five sharp steel claws. The woman shook her head slightly, as if she had heard an extremely humorous joke.

"Who do you take me for? A dogmatic knight of justice?"

Even though she was kind by nature and an anomaly among her people who viewed ordinary people as ants, she was ultimately not some brainless saint.

In her prime, the woman might have tried to rescue them, but now she was in terrible condition. Although she felt a little guilty, she would never put herself in danger for two strangers.

According to legend, crossing a river is like crossing a sea of ​​fire for the vampires, but in reality, it is because the continuous vitality contained in the flowing water of the river counteracts their death power.

In order to conceal her presence, she refrained from using her strength for protection, which left her feeling weak all over even after a long time. Defeating the enemy was not difficult, but rescuing the hostages was beyond her capabilities.

"Please tell me, where is Katie...?" Even though he was on the verge of death, the old pastor still spoke in a hoarse voice, his concern overflowing.

"She's fine, still sleeping soundly in a New Orleans hotel." The woman nodded apologetically. "Since you've borrowed that girl's identity, I will avenge you. Please rest in peace."

As they talked, faint dark light flickered around her body, occasionally scattering out tiny specks that snapped the thick cactus pillar beside her in half. Her aura grew stronger and stronger, clearly indicating that her killing intent had vanished.

Seeing that the other party remained unmoved, Richard, who was already exhausted from being covered in wounds, suddenly became enraged and roared wildly, "If that's the case, then no one will live!"

Two massive, bony hands shot out in fury, ready to crush the heads of Jacob and his son on the spot!

However, his hands grasped nothing... or to be more precise—his hands also became air.

The man stared blankly at his hands, which had disappeared at the wrists. Perhaps the mysterious substance he had taken had numbed his nerves to some extent, because it took a breath before the excruciating pain finally arrived.

"Agh!" A miserable howl rose into the sky, and Richard's mountain-like body crashed to the ground, rolling around on the ground with his bloodied forearm raised, stirring up dust.

Seth was always very close to his brothers, but at this moment he had no time to help them. He could only stare at the suddenly appearing figure with cold sweat on his face.

"Hi! Good afternoon, everyone." The black-haired youth shrugged and smiled mischievously.

"Go out for a walk more often, and you'll always see something new. A retired priest, a vampire in disguise, and two robbers who gain superpowers through mysterious drugs—what a rare combination."

Zhu Mingyao walked up to Scott, casually patted him on the shoulder, and amidst the swirling light and mist like a dragon, the flesh and bone quickly closed up, the wound stopped bleeding, and a scab formed.

Have the opportunity!

Seeing the newcomer carelessly turn his back to him, the fierce aura honed by over a decade of involvement in the underworld erupted. Seth clenched his teeth, shattering several capsules he had been holding under his tongue. The familiar, violent aura swept over him like a scorching hurricane, burning his oral cells while simultaneously transmitting a savage and powerful force to his limbs and bones.

Under the immense dose of drugs he had never taken before, the octopus-like blue-purple tattoo materialized, its viscous tentacles writhing like pythons, seemingly intent on prying open the skulls of everyone present and burrowing into their brains! To control minds! To destroy wills!

At this moment, the man's spiritual power spread and expanded without any distance, and he felt as if he had become a god!

I am God—

"boom!"

A timely blow to the head not only created a horrifying, dark, and shiny bump, but also ended his delusions.

Zhu Mingyao leaned on his dark blue peach wood cane and scratched his hair.

"Are you a little more awake now? Let's talk this over. What exactly was that thing?"

Two yellow talismans transformed into bright yellow crescent-shaped golden hoops, which were neatly placed on the foreheads of the robber brothers. As Zhu Mingyao asked a question, a strange magical power folded and twisted the two burly bodies, arranging them into a comical pose with their knees on the ground and their hands clasped together.

A mix of strange sensations—sourness, numbness, pain, itching—created an indescribable torment that surged from the top of their heads, ignoring their robust bodies and directly affecting their souls. In an instant, the two old faces shifted in color, displaying a variety of bizarre phenomena. Their expressions were so rich and vivid that they could easily outshine the young heartthrobs of the entertainment industry in this great Eastern country.

"I'll talk, I'll talk!" Even if you haven't watched any anti-Japanese war dramas or know what "a diligent servant is a hero" means, the principle of "when you're under someone's roof" is universally applicable.

"Those are a batch of bearer bonds stolen from the bank. You can have them all if you want, just don't kill us."

Sais's mouth trembled wildly as if he had suffered a stroke, and saliva covered his chin, undoubtedly shattering his image as a mature and weathered tough guy.

But his desperate pleas only resulted in increased electric shocks... well, increased output.

"Oh, so you dare to be dishonest... huh?"

"Ahh...!"

"What...do you want to know?" In his last moments before losing consciousness, the man finally straightened his twitching tongue and asked in a fit of grief and indignation.

Two lumps of yellow and white organic fertilizer, a mixture of thin and thick, immediately seeped into the barren Gobi Desert, contributing a small amount to nature's greening efforts.

Zhu Mingyao stared at the two rotten pieces of flesh, who had passed out and were covered in feces and urine, and scratched his chin awkwardly.

"Oh right, I don't think I made it clear what I wanted to ask."

Chapter 331 Superpower Potion

"So this is a bearer bond?"

Zhu Mingyao sat on a flat rock with his legs crossed, pointed to the suitcase next to his feet, and the combination lock clicked open by itself.

As the distinctive scent of ink wafted through the air, stacks of thick sheets of paper, each about half the size of an A4 sheet, popped out one after another. Each sheet was printed with the eagle's head emblem, symbolizing the Union, and below it was a string of clear Arabic numerals. The edges were covered with intricate anti-counterfeiting marks and dense watermarks.

“I remember that the holder could receive interest simply by presenting this thing, without having to show their identity, right?”

Although he had never eaten pork, he had seen pigs run. Although the financial field touched on his blind spots, Zhu Mingyao roughly knew that such things represented national credit. Although the returns from holding them were not very high, they were safe, stable, and provided a steady stream of income, making them, in a sense, hard currency.

"Hmph, that paltry sum is nothing to worry about." Wearing the spare shorts donated by the old pastor, Richard, with his bare hairy legs, groaned as his facial muscles twitched.