American variety show world begins with subduing Jason

In the dark and quiet tunnel.

The tedious and lengthy esoteric ritual has finally been explained.

"...Okay! I'll lure them away in a bit. You stay here and wait for my signal..."

From within the transparent lizard spirit, Old Bob's smug voice rang out. After speaking, he prepared to conceal himself and wait for his true form to arrive with his men, whereupon he would kill the man before him to silence him.

"...Hehe, please make yourself at home. I'll go try that blonde 'snack' first. It's called...Michelle, right? Such a young and beautiful fortune teller is truly rare..."

The lizard spirit suddenly turned around, staring at the tall, thin man, Quinn, with surprise and uncertainty.

"I only remember telling you about the professions of some of the superhumans in the pursuit team. How do you know their names and appearances?"

Quinn's facial muscles twitched, and his eyebrows, eyes, nose, and mouth trembled incessantly, revealing an extremely strange smile.

"Why? Hehe...of course it's because..."

"They're standing right in front of me!"

opposite?

Upon hearing the voice, Zhu Mingyao, who was sitting on the meditation mat in the distance, felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head, and his whole body shuddered.

He suddenly opened his eyes and yelled at the agent who had just taken the paper bag from Officer "Mark":

"not good!

He's not...!

A few brothers gave me some Qidian coins as a reward, but it's really unnecessary. My book is just a short, lighthearted story; you can just collect and read it. It's not worth you brothers spending that money. My ultimate goal is to earn a living on welfare. Please save your rewards for the books you like! @(￣-￣)@

Chapter 94 True or False

"Bang! Boom!"

Before Zhu Mingyao's warning had even finished, a muffled thud was heard, accompanied by a violent blast of air and dust.

The so-called "Officer Mark" suddenly grabbed the agent in front of him with his arms as strong as iron. He kicked off with his legs, and the force was so great that it blasted a shallow crater in the ground!

His obese, bloated body seemed to transform into a flesh-and-blood cannonball, hurtling towards the group under the tent with incredible speed, leaving a trail of afterimages!

"Rat-a-tat-tat!" Gunshots rang out.

Despite the unexpected turn of events and the fact that their colleague had been taken hostage, the armed agents still demonstrated exceptional professionalism, turning their guns on the spot without hesitation and opening fire.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!" The bullets struck the agent who was being used as a shield, making a few soft sounds. He groaned a few times, enduring the pain from the violent impact, and was grateful that his special bulletproof vest and helmet were playing a big role at this moment, and should be able to barely save his life.

However, not being riddled with bullets does not mean you are safe.

The next moment, the agent felt a powerful force surge up his back, and his body flew up as if riding on clouds, involuntarily crashing hard into the tent!

Just as he was about to crash headfirst into it in horror, the runes embroidered on the top of the sunshade tent shimmered, and the tassels hanging down on all sides trembled slightly, suddenly creating an invisible force field wall that knocked him unconscious and blocked his body at the same time.

However, the defensive spell attached to the tent was automatically triggered by the impact, blocking the aerial attack.

Before the men under the tent could catch their breath, a dark figure flashed before their eyes. The "Officer Mark" had somehow broken through the bullet barrier and rushed up to them.

His obese body was now riddled with at least seven or eight holes, blood seeping down, yet he remained unfazed, as if nothing had happened. He simply flipped his hands over, raised the assault rifle he had just torn from the agent, pressed it against the force field wall, and pulled the trigger!

“fake…”

Charles's pupils contracted sharply, and before he could even finish uttering a federal curse, he lunged forward, pressing the two ladies' heads down under the divination table.

Although not specifically in charge of logistics, as one of the department heads of the Special Investigations Bureau, Charles was very familiar with the performance of the equipment they brought and understood that the stored defensive force field was only for emergency use and would never be able to stop this kind of close-range shooting.

Just as he expected, the enemy's gun muzzle flashed twice, and the force field wall collapsed under the strain, and the subsequent bullets swept over without any obstruction!

In an instant, sparks and splinters of wood flew together, gold dust and silver shavings danced together, and the expensive divination table was rendered unusable.

Fortunately, the Special Investigation Bureau was indeed wealthy and powerful, and the wood used to build the round table was very precious and sturdy. Even though it was beaten to a pulp and left in a mess, it still firmly protected the three people hiding under the table.

As soon as the gunfire subsided after the burst of fire, Charles seized the opportunity, rolled out from under the table, crouched down, raised his Glock, and fired a burst of shots.

His slightly plump body appeared quite agile at this moment.

Even though he wasn't a professional combatant, Charles was still an excellent elite agent!

His actions were undeniably shrewd and decisive, but unfortunately, the target he faced this time was someone whose strength was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

He had barely pulled the trigger when he felt a blur before his eyes, and almost simultaneously, excruciating pain shot through his chest and right arm. He coughed up blood and fell to the ground, smashing the nearby communication equipment into pieces.

In that brief moment of pause, the tiny, bean-sized pearls adorning the tent ceiling suddenly emitted a soft white light and fell down like miniature white meteors crashing into the enemy's massive figure. At the same time, a dazzling, mesmerizing silver light shot out from under the table, heading straight for the enemy's face!

It was Lady Lisa who seized the opportunity to launch a counterattack. Her hair was disheveled as she lay on the ground, her face showing surprise but not panic. She held the girl protectively in her arms with one arm, while casting a spell with the other. The dazzling silver light emanated from her thick silver bracelet.

As a veteran superhuman, even if he is a fortune teller who is not good at fighting, how could he not have some self-defense skills?

To Lisa's surprise, "Officer Mark" did not dodge or evade her double attack, allowing the miniature meteors and silver light to strike his body, producing sizzling sounds like roasting meat and thick black smoke.

Amidst swirling black smoke, "Officer Mark" seemed oblivious to the pain, raising his massive hand, now revealing bare white bones beneath the surge of magical energy, and delivering a powerful punch to the two frail women!

Feeling the strong wind rushing towards her, Ms. Lisa had no time to react. All she could do was hold the trembling girl in her arms tightly and leave her fate to God.

However, it seems that the Almighty God has no intention of opening the gates of heaven to these two beautiful ladies anytime soon.

Just at the critical moment, a golden ray suddenly flew in from the side, transforming into a magnificent and solemn golden light that bloomed before her, forcefully repelling the enemy's pursuit.

Seeing the golden light of cloud-like patterns floating on the two men's bodies, "Officer Mark" was moved for the first time, showing a hint of regret. He was about to wave his hand to attack again when he heard a loud shout from behind.

"You monster, take this!"

With the shout, a pure white sword aura shot out first, followed closely by a streak of crimson flames amidst the mountain-like shadow of a staff. It was Zhu Mingyao who had come to the rescue in time!

The incident that just happened was a long story, but it actually happened in the blink of an eye. The enemy came too fast, and he almost couldn't catch up with them. He had no choice but to use a treasured trump card to save the two of them.

Seeing that he couldn't break through the defense formed by the golden light, "Officer Mark" had no choice but to turn around and meet the young sorcerer who had arrived.

He first deliberately sacrificed an arm to take the incoming Lung Gold Sword Qi. Amidst the rotten flesh and broken bones, specks of turbid, black, eerie blood clung tightly to the sword qi, both vanishing into nothingness.

Then he revealed a ferocious smile, his fat trembling and writhing violently, as if his whole body had melted and dissolved, transforming into a surging wave of flesh that rushed towards the firelight and the shadow of the staff.

Zhu Mingyao stopped abruptly, and the shadow of his staff, which had seemed like a mountain, vanished without a trace. What appeared to be a fierce attack turned out to be a feint.

He deftly twisted his waist to dodge the waves of flesh, his body floating like a feather to the two ladies' side. He placed his peach wood cane and one foot on their waists and backs respectively, and with a gentle force, he lifted them up and flew them out of the tent, skimming the ground.

The humanoid wave of flesh couldn't stop in time and collided head-on with the flames.

Surrounded by crimson flames and the stench of burning flesh, two frenzied roars rang out simultaneously, mingling together to send chills down one's spine.

Seeing this, Zhu Mingyao flicked his peach wood cane, shaking off the few drops of blood that stained it, and chuckled coldly:

"Mr. Quinn, are you still unwilling to reveal your true form?"

The wave of flesh suddenly exploded, and the surging air made the tent tremble. Amidst the flying blood and flesh, a tall, thin black figure darted out like a ghost and landed to the side, half-hunched over, his fierce, beast-like eyes fixed on the young sorcerer who had ruined his plans.

"How do you know my identity?"

Zhu Mingyao chuckled, his tone tinged with a hint of mockery:

"Mr. Quinn, to borrow your words from earlier..."

"Because you're standing right in front of me right now!"

The moment those words were spoken, Quinn's expression changed drastically.

"So it was you!"

Chapter 95 Disguise and Transformation

Rewind one minute to the present, in a deep tunnel more than 30 kilometers away.

"what do you mean?"

Old Bob asked in a deep voice, his words making him instinctively feel flustered, as if he had inadvertently overlooked something extremely important.

"Heh... Mr. Advisor, isn't what I meant obvious enough?" The tall, thin man, "Quinn," slowly grinned, revealing a chilling smile.

His laughter grew louder and louder, and his mouth stretched wider and wider until finally, the two sides of his face were pulled back sharply, tearing the skin and flesh of his face to reveal the bloody tendons and white cheekbones underneath!

Under old Bob's astonished gaze, the skin continued to roll up automatically, over the bridge of the nose, eye sockets, and forehead. As if it was too slow, "Quinn" suddenly opened his hands, grabbed the scalp, and pulled hard!

"Fuck-"

Like the sound of tearing silk, a large piece of flesh, along with the entire scalp, was ripped off by Quinn himself!

He held a roll of bloody flesh in his hand. His bald head now looked like a crimson skull. This hideous and terrifying appearance, combined with the dim light in the tunnel and the crisscrossing black lines around him, created an atmosphere that was as terrifying as could be!

As a seasoned voodoo practitioner, old Bob was certainly no saint. He was used to all sorts of disgusting and bloody scenes, so this situation should have been child's play to him.

For some reason, his heart was pounding wildly, and an ominous thought kept surfacing in his mind, which he couldn't suppress.

"What? Still deceiving yourself?"

As if guessing what he was thinking, Quinn's two black eyes darted around in their sockets, which revealed his brow bone, and he grinned maliciously, revealing two rows of pale teeth.

"Aren't you a voodoo priest specializing in the realm of life force? Can't you sense that my aura is any different from before?"

As he spoke, he picked up the roll of bloody flesh in his hand and shook it heavily.

"It really hurts... To fool you bunch of idiots, I even cut off my own face and covered it up as part of this flesh puppet..."

"You are not Quinn!"

Before he could finish speaking, old Bob's furious voice echoed through the tunnel.

"You're only realizing it now? It's too late..."

Let me remind you one more thing: to absorb life force, just swallow the target's heart. Think about it, why would I need to eat their tongues?

Heart, tongue, peeling...devouring—the mystical meanings contained in these words slid through the old black sorcerer's mind, finally merging into one.

"Disguise and change! Take over the victim's identity!"

Old Bob gritted his teeth and said, word by word.

"Why do you think I would spend so much time explaining the secret technique?"

I'm stalling for time, you idiots! In this game, I'm the hunter, and you're all the prey!

Haha, let me first savor the spiritual hearts of these two fortune tellers…

Before he finished speaking, the old sorcerer manipulated the lizard spirit and burrowed into the crevice beneath him.

Meanwhile, having already led his team to the location of Old Bob in the mine, he grabbed his burly brother, ignored the agents' bewildered looks, and turned to leave quickly.