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The lucky ones among them get dealt with and recruited by the authorities, while the unlucky ones simply vanish without a trace.

Bai Ziyuan leaned back, resting her left hand on the back of the sofa, and raised her right index finger, saying with a sarcastic expression.

"Let me give you a typical example. Earlier last year, a firefighter in Montana accidentally awakened a bloodline ability that allowed him to control flames, and he was quite powerful. This was originally a good thing that came from his ancestors' good deeds and he could achieve great success in one step."

But this guy immediately became arrogant. First, he secretly set fire to the state legislator's house and then went to rescue people, hoping to use the opportunity to get into high society. Later, when he saw that the legislator's wife was a young and beautiful supermodel, he actually had a crooked idea to kill someone and steal his wife!

As a result, the authorities discovered this, beat him half to death, and arrested him. He'll probably spend the rest of his life in a dark, cramped lab room—a place where he can neither live nor die!

Bai Ziyuan tilted his head and spread his hands, saying, "So don't be fooled by the large number of these people; most of them are just a rabble, and there are very few who are actually useful or capable."

When the authorities encounter truly serious matters, they still need to rely on their own cultivated loyalists, supplemented by external assistance from large organizations like ours, to handle them.

He placed the file bag he had brought on the table and pushed it over.

"This time, the police solved a serial murder case a few days ago and detained the murderer at a police station in a small town, waiting for someone from above to take him away."

Who would have thought that the criminal was actually a hidden voodoo sorcerer? Not only did he escape in the middle of the night, but he also massacred everyone in the town's police station. The incident escalated, finally alerting the relevant departments to organize a manhunt.

"The Los Angeles Special Investigations Bureau lost a lot of manpower in the Christmas attack, and the newly recruited members are still in the training and integration period, and can only do auxiliary work, not take on major responsibilities."

Therefore, in recent cases involving supernatural forces, some of the less important ones have asked us to send people to assist in handling them. This time, they want to borrow a Taoist cultivator who knows a little about everything to participate in the operation.

Zhu Mingyao scratched his head. "Our Hualian Chamber of Commerce shouldn't be short-handed, so why did you think of me?"

"Don't you know? The incident where you killed the disciple of Venerable Red Sun has already caught the attention of the directors of the Chinese Alliance!"

Bai Ziyuan laughed and said, "When you see injustice on the road, you should draw your sword to help!"

It was his first time fighting to the death, yet he felt no fear whatsoever!

Being able to skillfully counter the formidable tactics of a powerful enemy and calmly turn the tide!

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he was benevolent, righteous, courageous, and resourceful.

Such excessive praise made Zhu Mingyao, who had honed his composure in the Zaun server, feel his face burning and he quickly waved his hand.

"That's too much praise. It's obviously something you made up to tease me."

"I didn't make this up. Although it's a little different from the original words, that's roughly the gist of it," Bai Ziyuan said, his smile fading and his tone becoming slightly more serious.

"Don't underestimate yourself. Your performance that day was truly outstanding, especially during the battle. You knew how to plan and prepare beforehand, how to adapt to changing circumstances during the battle, and how to be resolute and fearless in killing afterwards. These three qualities have already surpassed most of your peers."

"You don't think everyone can do all of the above, do you?"

Even extraordinary individuals are not all skilled in fighting and killing, especially in modern society where people are used to peaceful times. Many people learn a few moves and then honestly make a living from it.

Some had never even fought a single person in their entire lives. Even disciples who had received orthodox training from various families often made fools of themselves and acted clumsily on their first time in battle.

"Therefore, a promising talent like you who is capable and willing to fight in real combat is certainly worth cultivating. If it weren't for your clear lineage and the fact that Shangqing Maoshan is a prestigious and influential family, some seniors would probably have already considered taking you as a disciple. In any case, it's no longer taboo for people to have multiple masters and practice multiple schools of thought in today's society."

"Since it's inconvenient to formally accept you as a disciple, I'll just try my best to find you some suitable opportunities to hone your skills and train you properly."

This case was specially selected by Uncle Lai and his team. The target isn't very capable, and both the Special Investigation Bureau and the local police have a large number of personnel involved in the manhunt. There are also acquaintances we often cooperate with among them. The mission is very low-risk, so it's a good opportunity for you to practice and broaden your horizons.”

Hearing the kind offer and the thoughtful consideration, the young man, who could distinguish between good and bad, readily agreed.

"Okay, I'll go and notify the person in charge of the Special Investigation Bureau to come and pick you up. The search team will depart at 7 p.m., so you have some time. Prepare yourself and bring as many useful talismans and magical items as you can. Be careful, it's better to be prepared."

After saying that, Bai Ziyuan stood up to go back. He picked up his clothes and added one more thing:

"Bring two more changes of clothes, because it will take at least two or three days to come out if we go into the mountains to search for them."

Zhu Mingyao was slightly taken aback, "Go into the mountains?"

"Hey, I was so busy chatting that I almost forgot to mention that the mission location isn't in Jinzhou."

"Where is that?"

"It's in neighboring Arizona!"

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Chapter 79 Case Analysis

On the interstate highway under the cover of night, several extended SUVs, accompanied by two tour buses, sped past as the bright light from their xenon headlights pierced the thick darkness.

On one of the buses, Zhu Mingyao was sitting in a spacious and comfortable specially designed seat, flipping through case files with one hand while quietly discussing something with a middle-aged man next to him dressed in a standard black agent suit.

"So this guy already has 14 lives on his hands?" The boy asked, pointing to the suspect's file and frowning.

The man sported a Mediterranean hairstyle commonly seen in middle-aged British immigrants. Seemingly due to some anxiety, fine beads of sweat kept seeping from his forehead, making his forehead shine even brighter under the light.

He pulled out a handkerchief, wiped his face, loosened his tie knot a little, and then said with a wry smile:

"To be precise, there are at least 14 victims, but the real number could be more. Nobody can be sure until this bastard is caught."

"Besides the six officers who died at the town's police station, the other eight victims were teenagers from high schools in several nearby towns. After the news spread, the police are investigating similar missing persons cases."

He was the leader of the Special Investigations Bureau's search team this time, and also a deputy director of the West Coast Division's Field Coordination Office. He was an acquaintance who frequently dealt with the Chinese American Chamber of Commerce and various other organizations.

Zhu Mingyao stroked his chin, somewhat puzzled, and asked, "You have a very typical Native American appearance. Have you been able to find out which tribe you belong to?"

Furthermore, why are the documents suggesting he might be a voodoo sorcerer? Given his background, shouldn't we be more inclined to suspect he's a shaman?

Charles shifted slightly, his somewhat plump body about to explain, when a bright, clear voice rang out beside him:

"Because after the incident, the occult experts of the Special Investigation Bureau's Intelligence Analysis Division concluded that the special abilities exhibited by the murderer were quite different from the shamanistic system commonly found in the traditions of indigenous tribes, and were more similar to the black magic of Voodoo."

The person who interrupted was a beautiful blonde girl with blue eyes. She was sitting in the front row to the side. She turned her head and leaned her upper body against the back of her chair. Her oversized sportswear could not hide her fit figure. She was full of youthful energy, and her image and temperament were exactly the same as those typical female cheerleaders in the Federal High School.

Indeed, this is true. The girl who just graduated from high school is named Michelle Hayes. She was once the cheerleader of her hometown school team and was also recognized as the school beauty.

As a frail young girl, her presence in such an occasion naturally indicates that she possesses some ability that is valued by the authorities.

Beautiful young women always receive preferential treatment from men, and even when their conversation was interrupted, Agent Charles wasn't angry. He chuckled and continued:

“Our ‘prophet’ is right. According to those experts, although the shamanic power system is relatively primitive, it still originates from the myriad phenomena of nature. Similar to the druids of the Old World, it belongs to a neutral path of transcendence and does not intentionally pursue bloodshed and cruelty. This is very different from the suspect’s behavior in this case.”

"That's not necessarily true," Zhu Mingyao thought to himself. "The mess between the Native Americans and your federal government is common knowledge. To say they're sworn enemies would be an understatement."

Even though relations have eased somewhat in recent years due to a series of appeasement policies implemented by the government, there's no guarantee that a few radicals won't pop up in the tribal shaman community and try to sabotage you!

Although Charles may look like a slightly overweight middle-aged office worker, he is certainly a shrewd and insightful person to be able to do the job of external liaison and coordination.

The boy's expression flickered slightly with surprise, but he had already guessed about 50-60% of the reason and continued to explain:

"Well, what I just mentioned is only one of the reasons. Another important basis for judgment is the traces of force left at the crime scene."

"In the cases the suspect committed before escaping from the local police station, the crime scenes were mostly destroyed, and no one suspected he might be involved with supernatural powers at the time."

It was only after his prison break, and the extremely bizarre scenes he created during his revenge killings of police officers, that he attracted the attention of higher-ups.

Zhu Mingyao nodded slightly. This was quite normal. The Federation was known for its high crime rate, with tens of thousands of serious cases every year. If experts were sent to investigate every single one to determine if there were any supernatural forces involved, the Special Investigation Bureau and several other official secret departments would be exhausted and still not be able to handle it all!

"After discovering the anomaly, personnel from relevant departments stationed in Arizona conducted a preliminary investigation of the site and found an extremely twisted and evil aura, similar to those strange creatures lurking in the darkness, which was completely incompatible with the source of the shamans' power..."

Charles spoke eloquently, his analysis was clear and logical, and he was very familiar with the characteristics of various extraordinary systems, revealing his rich knowledge and theoretical foundation.

As expected of a veteran agent who has long been engaged in external liaison and coordination work and has been involved in various supernatural organizations, his understanding of the mysterious world, through systematic training and exposure, is even greater than that of ordinary supernatural beings.

The young man was filled with admiration. The nation possessed the power to move mountains and overturn seas! The ancients were truly right.

The special department created by the federal government with the full strength of the nation is indeed full of talent and elites. Even one unassuming, chubby agent has remarkable eloquence and knowledge.

The young man secretly warned himself that he must not underestimate the heroes of the world just because he possessed a system.

The amount of human, material, and other resources that a country's official regime can mobilize under a normal and stable ruling order is unimaginable to ordinary people.

With an endless pool of manpower and massive resources, and by investing whatever it takes, there's almost nothing that can't be accomplished.

Even in the training of extraordinary individuals, there are simply too many uncontrollable factors, such as personal aptitude, talent, temperament, and even the elusive nature of fate and luck.

But if you're determined and willing to accept extreme cost-effectiveness, you can still create a considerable force.

Not to mention there's an even simpler method—splurging money to recruit talented individuals!

For a superpower that has just won the Cold War a few years ago and is now basking in its newfound wealth, there are probably very few things in the world it cannot offer.

That old fellow, Venerable Red Sun, isn't that how he joined the Federation government?

Zhu Mingyao couldn't believe that the prestigious federal government had recruited such a skilled individual.

"Because we suspect they might be connected to Voodoo cult members, we invited those two again this time, right?" The boy continued, gesturing with his chin forward.

Charles glanced through the car window at another bus not far ahead and argued:

"No, those two Mr. Bobs have worked with us many times before, and they are registered special consultants. We invited them here this time simply to utilize their professional expertise."

He smacked his lips and lowered his voice, "Besides, the name 'Voodoo Cult' is far too broad. It can only serve as a clue, not as a basis for any suspicion or accusation."

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Chapter 80 Voodoo Sorcerers and Diviners (Part 1)

The boy understood what Agent Charles meant.

Based solely on such a vague clue as the nature of the force, the scope of the investigation can only be narrowed down, and it does not explain anything specific.

Moreover, Voodoo is an extremely loose and broad concept, unlike the Church of England which has a clear organizational structure and hierarchical relationships.

Even if we could confirm that the murderer came from their religion, the authorities would have no way to investigate.

Although the black Voodoo Queen of Benin in Africa is nominally the supreme leader and high priestess of the sect, in reality she is just a mascot! Nobody pays any attention to her.

Normally, it would be good enough if they could help Benin, a poor African country, by promoting the voodoo culture and tourism. In recent years, the Voodoo Queens have all been beautiful black girls selected from the local area, and they themselves are probably not even superhuman.

As a primitive religion that originally mixed complex beliefs such as ancestor worship, animism, and spiritism, Voodoo has evolved into countless branch sects after spreading over the past few hundred years and incorporating the cultures of its respective regions.

Their numbers are so great that perhaps only the various Protestant denominations, which are also diverse in factions, can be compared to them.

They have neither a recognized central organization nor a recognized leader who has the final say.

The priests in Benin who serve the chief god, the "Great Master," have no jurisdiction over Haiti.

The prestigious status of several Haitian shamans was not recognized in Brazil.

The same applies to the federal government; from the East Coast to the West Coast, from New Orleans on the Gulf Coast to Chicago on the Great Lakes, each region has its own local power.

Aside from the fact that they all outwardly revere the virtual being, the "Great Master," a pantheistic consciousness from West Africa, and that the vast majority of their members are of African descent, the various branches of Voodoo have different ideologies and practices, let alone any sense of mutual subordination.

The leaders of various schools and minor cults are already quite capable if they can even understand the composition of their own personnel.

You asked them if this person existed?