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Zhu Mingyao peered ahead and saw that the towering slope composed of broken rocks had completely blocked the way, leaving only a narrow path that slanted up the hillside.

It seems we have no choice but to get off here.

Ms. Lisa, holding Michelle's pale arm, earnestly advised him:

“My child, I know that young people all want to prove themselves. Everyone has been that age. But recklessness does not mean courage, especially for us humble people who are cautiously peering into the river of fate. Caution, and more caution, is the only way to protect ourselves.”

“I understand, Aunt Lisa. I… just want to be stronger and braver, and I don’t want to see… tragedies happen again.” Michelle forced a smile.

"I won't recklessly take risks and cause trouble for everyone. Please start assigning tasks according to the training plan. I will obey all arrangements."

Seeing Michelle's attitude, Lisa felt very gratified, and she gently hugged the girl's slender waist.

“It’s not just about throwing flames and lightning face-to-face that constitutes a battle between superhumans; diviners have their own battlefields…” She smiled slightly, her eyes suddenly sharpening.

"Now—let's step onto the battlefield!"

……

"Get moving, gentlemen!"

Under the direction of Charles and Ms. Lisa, various oddly shaped pieces of equipment were unloaded from the luggage compartments of two buses by the accompanying agents.

Zhu Mingyao observed all of this with great interest, taking the opportunity to spy on the world-renowned official organization.

Since his transmigration, he has been quite interested in this mysterious department, but he has never had the chance to see it. Today is the perfect opportunity to broaden his horizons and see what remarkable abilities they possess that allow them to subdue so many unruly heroes and outlaws, preventing them from acting recklessly.

To his astonishment, a section of the ground was quickly leveled, and several black boxes made of metal and wood, with gears meshing and mechanisms rotating outwards, assembled themselves to form a divination table covered with symbolic symbols and patterns in the blink of an eye. Upon closer inspection, the symbols and patterns were found to be inlaid with gold, silver, and crystal, truly extravagant.

Just as he was about to step forward for a closer look, the sky suddenly darkened, and four special agents stood a few steps away, each holding a metal cylinder about the height of a person and the thickness of a bowl, surrounding the divination table at the center.

The four men chose a spot and smashed four metal cylinders to the ground. Several hooks suddenly extended from the bottom of the cylinders and firmly nailed them into the ground, while a dark, indistinct object popped out from the top, which seemed to be some kind of soft fabric.

Zhu Mingyao suddenly felt a darkness above his head. He saw four wads of fabric fluttering without wind, automatically unfolding and closing together to form a whole. The tassels at the edges fell down, transforming into a strange sunshade tent that covered the divination table!

The tent is made entirely of a purplish-black textile, with the moon and stars painted in bright silver, and anthropomorphic images of wind and clouds next to it. The remaining blank spaces are decorated with mysterious sky-blue symbols and pearls.

As the tent unfolds, a sense of gloom and tranquility gently descends, filling the small space beneath it.

"A pure altar cleanses away impurities, isolates evil spirits, and brings peace to the mind and body..."

Wow, so many effects!

Under Zhu Mingyao's secret aura-gazing technique, the unassuming sunshade tent suddenly revealed several different kinds of spiritual light. Although the spiritual light was not strong, it cleverly cooperated with each other, transforming the area under the tent into a place similar to a Taoist altar.

"Hmm, according to Western terminology, it should be a ritual site or a magic array?"

Before Zhu Mingyao could recover from the astonishment of the instantaneous creation of the altar, he saw his sixteen accompanying agents hastily donning a bunch of impressive-looking but incomprehensible equipment.

The Kevlar bulletproof vest, clearly modified and enhanced by alchemy, was tattooed with rows of Latin letters. Even though the boy's Latin was terrible, it was still barely recognizable as a chapter of sacred text from the Christian system, which should have the effect of warding off evil spirits and resisting curses.

The assault rifle he held in his hand and the various magazines of different shapes and sizes on his waist were obviously designed to be used together. Zhu Mingyao might not recognize the others, but he was certainly familiar with the silver bullets produced by the church—the same kind that were loaded in his Smith revolver.

"I should have struck up a conversation with them on the way. Maybe I could have gotten some bullets out of them after we became familiar with each other..."

Zhu Mingyao felt a slight pang of regret. He knew that as the exclusive secret of the Holy Church, the silver bullets were not cheap.

He then glanced at the various defensive amulets embedded in the helmets, shoulder pads, and gloves of the agents:

Resisting hypnosis, protecting against charm, mitigating elemental damage... even if their level and quality aren't great, combined they're enough to disable most of the attack methods of low-level superhumans.

Leaving aside the hidden gadgets, what Zhu Mingyao saw was enough to terrify him.

Whether it was the sunshade tent just now or the combat equipment now, compared with traditional magical artifacts, these devices were obviously somewhat crudely made. However, Zhu Mingyao keenly noticed that a considerable number of them exuded a strong industrial feel, and he knew all too well what that meant.

Even though the scarcity of raw materials and the complexity of the refining process mean that a complete set of equipment would not be cheap, it is not an insurmountable problem for the federal government, which has abundant resources.

This means that, to a certain extent, the authorities can steer the pace towards their specialty of massive spending, producing a continuous stream of such combat personnel.

Regardless of the extraordinary system, the distribution of power is pyramidal, with higher-level beings being rarer and the majority still consisting of lower-level members.

This tactic of overwhelming numbers, while probably still ineffective against those experts, would undoubtedly pose a deadly threat to ordinary superhumans.

No wonder even many long-established organizations dare not directly confront it. The official organization is indeed worthy of its reputation. Even just the tip of the iceberg reveals the extent of its hidden strength.

The boy felt a chill run down his spine as he watched as Ms. Lisa and Michelle walked hand in hand into the tent and sat down comfortably at the brown-red divination table.

Taking a silver basin filled with clear water from a black-clad agent and placing it on the table, Ms. Lisa took out several powders that emitted a strange fragrance and added them into the basin in a certain order, while murmuring a low chant.

"Moon and stars, I beseech you to be my eyes; wind and clouds, I beseech you to be my ears..."

As she whispered, the clear water in the basin, which had been perfectly still, quickly became murky and indistinct, like a pot of thick soup being stirred by an invisible hand, with tiny, shimmering lights floating and sinking within it.

Ms. Lisa's soft singing gradually rose in pitch, stopping abruptly at a peak. She reached out and wiped the water in the silver basin in front of her, and the turbulent flow of water instantly calmed down, transforming into an incredibly smooth mirror.

Lisa suddenly let out a low shout:

"Michelle!"

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While Ms. Lisa was preparing, the blonde girl Michelle picked up a crystal bottle, lowered her head and gently inhaled the specially made aromatic essential oil inside, quickly entering a strange meditative state.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes were unfocused, and her pupils seemed to be gazing at an unknown world.

"Michelle!"

As Ms. Lisa's voice rang out, the girl's eyes snapped open as if by reflex, and her gaze naturally fell upon the water mirror in the silver basin.

The water mirror shimmered with light, as if fragmented images were flashing rapidly. Zhu Mingyao stood not far away, squinted and peeked twice, only to feel a wave of dizziness and headache, unable to discern anything.

"As expected, everyone has their own expertise. It seems I really don't have the talent to predict the future." The young man thought to himself. He should just focus on cultivating and wait until his cultivation level increases so that he can naturally awaken any supernatural abilities he feels like.

Unlike him, who was completely bewildered, Michelle, standing before the silver basin, was watching intently. The girl's lake-like eyes reflected the changing light on the surface of the mirror, as if she were carefully searching for something.

However, judging from the fine beads of sweat that silently seeped onto her face, this action was clearly not as easy as it appeared.

A moment later, the girl's expression suddenly shifted slightly, and she let out a soft exclamation:

"found it!"

The crowd that had been waiting nearby perked up and immediately gathered around.

Michelle, ignoring the fine sweat beading on her nose, excitedly looked up.

“I saw him! He’s in the mountains ahead, about 30 or 40 kilometers away.”

"What is the specific location, and what is the surrounding environment like?"

Charles looked serious, a sharp look on his slightly chubby face, as he earnestly inquired about the details.

"It's pitch black, the light is dim, and I can't see very clearly. There are rocks all around, so it doesn't seem like I'm in the open air. It seems like I'm underground or semi-underground..." the girl said with a slight frown, somewhat uncertainly.

"Like underground or semi-underground?" Agent Charles pondered for a moment, recalling the information before speaking.

"I remember that several towns around here were once famous for their mining industry. After the mineral resources were depleted, many abandoned tunnels should have been left behind..."

“Very likely.” Ms. Lisa understood his implication and nodded in agreement.

"Although Michelle is not yet very proficient in using her abilities and the details she 'sees' are not very clear, she is generally right."

She patted the remaining spice powder off her hands and then said:

"Moreover, I also secretly performed a quick divination for reference. Although the feedback was somewhat vague, it indicated that the target was right in front of us."

“Miss Michelle, are you sure you’re the suspect in the file?” Charles cautiously asked again to confirm.

The girl nodded her head frantically like a chicken pecking at rice, her golden hair bobbing up and down.

"Tall and thin, with an indigenous appearance, I sensed blood and death emanating from him. He had clearly just killed someone not long ago; his appearance and aura matched!"

Upon hearing this, Agent Charles had no further doubts. After a brief exchange with Ms. Lisa, he began to assign tasks to everyone.

“Mr. Bob, I’m entrusting the task of the manhunt to you. I will send a team of armed agents to assist in the operation.”

Charles paused for a moment, then continued, "We will conduct supplementary divinations here at the temporary base every now and then to correct our orientation. Please stay in touch and do not venture out alone to avoid unnecessary danger."

He turned his head and looked at Zhu Mingyao.

"As for you, Mr. Zhu, I would like to ask you to lead the remaining team of agents to protect the two fortune tellers here."

The boy raised an eyebrow, looking surprised: "I'm not participating in the battle?"

—What the hell? If they won't let me go, how am I supposed to get reward points?

Do you really think of me as just a bodyguard?

He inwardly complained, but outwardly offered a sincere suggestion:

"I think it would be safer to go with the two Mr. Bobs..."

Zhu Mingyao raised his left hand slightly to indicate, "In this rugged mountainous environment, if the target is determined to escape, those agents wearing heavy equipment will probably have a hard time keeping up with the pace of the two voodoo mages. It would be best to have an extraordinary person follow and provide support."

He paused for a moment, then added:

"Moreover, according to the information obtained from divination, the target is likely hiding in an abandoned tunnel, and I happen to have some skills suitable for searching and fighting in dark and narrow environments."

His words were so reasonable and persuasive that Charles began to waver. He had originally planned to be cautious and protect the precious newcomer, the "prophet," but now it seemed that he was being too conservative.

Didn't Michelle say that the target was at least 20 or 30 kilometers away from where they were?

This is a mountainous and hilly terrain, not flat land. There are no roads at all. In particular, the area is full of ravines, undulating terrain, and steep slopes with exposed rocks everywhere. If a group of ordinary agents relying on their equipment were thrown in, they probably wouldn't even be able to finish the journey in half a day. If the target discovers them and they escape in advance, there would be no way to catch them.

Charles hesitated. Although the main purpose of this mission was to train newcomers, it would be a bit unreasonable to send out so many people and end up empty-handed.

His position was responsible for external coordination and liaison, and commanding on the spot was not his forte, so he was somewhat hesitant for a moment.

Just as he was trying to find a solution that satisfied both sides, he suddenly felt a shadow flickering in front of him.

"That's not necessary!"

The old black sorcerer, who had appeared out of nowhere, spoke in an indifferent tone.

"He's just a fugitive, no need for such a big fuss, besides—"

He glanced at the boy, then said coldly:

“My brother and I aren’t used to working with other superhumans, especially… some inexperienced little guys.”

To Bob's surprise, Zhu Mingyao didn't get angry when he heard these rather impolite words. He just glanced at them and smiled slightly, without arguing.

Old Bob had already prepared his words, but seeing that the boy didn't retort at all, he was temporarily at a loss for words.

He decided to drop the subject and turned to Charles, saying in a deep voice:

"If you're not comfortable with that, then send a few more armed agents. I have my own ways of getting them to follow."