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Having just uncovered Quinn's scheme to take hostages, Zhu Mingyao immediately came up with this idea.

Speaking of which, he got his inspiration from the battle against the disciple of the Red Sun Venerable. At that time, the enemy was possessed by an evil spirit, which allowed two ordinary yoga martial artists to continue fighting under his double control spells, leaving a deep impression on Zhu Mingyao.

Now, a brilliant idea struck me: I could just copy the cat's movements.

Just as he used the Exorcism spell on the evil spirits at Corin Manor, he could buff enemies and debuff allies!

Its tentacles are densely packed, like a forest of swords and spears, making it difficult for living people to pass, yet they cannot stop the formless and intangible evil spirits.

The only concern is that, as professional armed personnel of a special official department, the agents wear targeted protective amulets to ward off special attacks such as ghost possession.

Unfortunately, after capturing the agents, Quinn searched their bodies and confiscated all their equipment, including amulets, to facilitate their use as sacrifices, so as not to interfere with the sacrificial ritual.

This conveniently removed the last obstacle to Zhu Mingyao's plan, so it can be considered a consequence of his own actions.

The eight agents broke free of their restraints, and the muscles in their legs swelled up again, instantly becoming as thick as elephant legs. An explosive force emanated from the soles of their feet, blasting small craters into the hard gravel ground.

With several loud thuds, the agents leaped high into the air like ibex, tracing large parabolas as they soared over the towering forest of tentacles.

This turn of events was truly unexpected. Before Quinn could react, eight agents had already landed next to Zhu Mingyao and his two companions.

The plan was successful!

This action was not without cost; the eight prisoners collapsed and fell unconscious as soon as they landed.

Looking at the numerous large and small wounds covering the agents' bodies, bright red muscle and white tendons were faintly visible, many of which had been severed and torn. Tiny streams of blood, like earthworms, instantly spread throughout their bodies. Even if they were sent to the hospital in time and treated with the special investigation bureau's various extraordinary abilities, they would still have to stay in bed for at least a few months.

But that's not something Zhu Mingyao needs to worry about.

Although he was a good person with principles, he was not some pedantic saint. He had already done his best to help the hostage escape alive from the enemy's clutches, and he wouldn't make things difficult for himself by asking to escape unscathed.

This is already the best possible outcome. Even if Charles sees him again, he can only give him a double thumbs-up and express his gratitude, praising the young man for his wisdom and courage in saving most of the people.

Seeing that the hostages were out of the enemy's control, Zhu Mingyao and his two companions had no more scruples and immediately went all out, each displaying their unique abilities to attack.

In an instant, sword energy and gunfire clashed, and flames and blade light crisscrossed.

Having witnessed the fight several times and now facing it twice, Zhu Mingyao was already familiar with the opponent's preferred tactics. He immediately countered each move, and with the help of two strong teammates who assisted from the side, he quickly overwhelmed Quinn, leaving him sweating profusely and in grave danger.

The weapons wielded by the woman in black, Theresa, and the man with black hair were not only extraordinary, but also possessed a strange power. Each strike of their longswords and daggers severed a tough tentacle, their sharpness making them veritable divine weapons.

The strange, oversized revolver was even more powerful; the bullets it fired barely grazed the enemy's multiple layers of defensive spells before tearing them to shreds, as if those magical shields were nothing but air.

"Such a powerful spell-breaking effect... Is it an equipment ability?"

The aura emanating from the pistol wasn't very strong... that's because his own power attribute is peculiar..."

Even though everyone is on the same side now, Zhu Mingyao couldn't help but feel secretly alarmed. Quinn's strength was only a hair's breadth away from that of an innate being, that is, a level three superhuman in the Federation's classification. Yet, he was barely able to fight back against the strange gun's bullets. If the roles were reversed, he was afraid that his own performance would not be much better.

The shield was easily pierced, the giant wolf spirit summoned from the shadow was blasted into pieces, and other miscellaneous spell effects barely grazed the surface before vanishing into nothingness.

The ruthless superhuman criminal seemed to have become an ordinary person with no strength to even kill a chicken at this moment. In a short while, he was stabbed in the back and kidneys by the black-clad woman Theresa, who had disappeared again, and was covered in blood.

The battle has reached a point where there is no suspense left!

"Get out of the way! Let me handle this—!"

Seeing that the enemy was badly wounded and barely alive, Zhu Mingyao's eyes lit up. He shouted and charged forward, wildly waving his wooden staff. He acted like a madman, unable to distinguish friend from foe, which startled his two teammates, who jumped aside, thinking he had been ambushed by a berserk spell or something similar.

Who dares to steal my head?

I'll fight him to the death!

The boy waved his hand, sacrificing several ghost soldiers as shields to block the opponent's dying counterattacks with witchcraft.

Then, in Quinn's despairing eyes, an incomparably bright Gengjin sword aura, radiating a chilling sharpness, flew out and pierced through his protective spell, then sliced ​​off his six Yang heads as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.

Zhu Mingyao breathed a sigh of relief upon receiving the reward notification from the system.

That's right! It's a universal truth that AD carries and assassins should let mages get the kills!

It's over 20 words long, I wonder if it will be available for purchase next week? (￣.￣)

Chapter 108 The Witcher Squad 1

"Gudong, Gudong!"

“Uh, I’m not questioning anything, it’s just… well, wasn’t your technique a little too rough? It doesn’t quite fit the first aid procedures taught to therapists by the Special Investigations Bureau…”

Looking at the injured agents in front of him, each with a bottle of emergency medicine in their mouth like babies nursing, even though they were unconscious, their limbs were still twitching and their eyes were rolling back as they were being forced to drink it. The black-haired man, covered in cold sweat, asked the boy.

"First aid? What first aid? I didn't say I knew first aid." Zhu Mingyao looked up in surprise.

In both my past and present lives, I've been a folklore researcher and a member of a running group. I'm not one of those bald senior students from medical school, so I don't know anything about first aid. My knowledge of administering medicine and adding a "Golden Wound Hemostasis Curse" comes entirely from experience gained in RPGs.

Besides, which eye of yours saw me as a healer? If I knew any healing spells other than the [Hemostasis Spell], wouldn't I have used them on them already?

"Then why did you touch me, and why did you ask me for healing potions...?"

"I saw you didn't do anything for a long time, so I thought there weren't any professional healers among your support team."

"As for asking you for consumables, it's because I'm reluctant to use them myself... umm, of course it's because I don't have enough!" Zhu Mingyao said matter-of-factly.

The two stared at each other, realizing they probably had some misunderstanding about each other's identities.

"Ahem..." The young man with black hair and blue eyes coughed twice, breaking the awkward atmosphere.

“Our team doesn’t have a professional therapist… Uh, right, we haven’t introduced ourselves yet. May I ask which branch of the Special Investigations Bureau you are from?”

Zhu Mingyao opened another bottle of healing potion ointment, glanced at the wounded soldiers' blood-soaked appearance, hesitated for a moment but didn't apply it himself, instead haphazardly pouring it onto their wounds before looking up at the man and saying:

"Put that aside for now, I just want to ask you, do you always attack someone you don't know with a knife first?"

The dark-haired man shrugged, gave an apologetic look, and said casually, "Sorry, the information I received said the target was an indigenous person, and you Chinese and Native Americans look the same, so I couldn't tell them apart at first."

What kind of look is that?

Even if my face is a bit yellow, it shouldn't be mistaken for an Indian, right?

You're saying Chinese people are no different from Native Americans? You've been reading too many of Prince Ma's novels, haven't you?

They really think they're "Indians"!

Is this sending us a strong claim against the North American continent?

Upon hearing the other party's explanation, Zhu Mingyao looked utterly frustrated, unsure where to begin venting his frustration.

The black-haired man in front of him was clearly a traditional federal white man. In their minds, the federal government was basically equivalent to the whole world, and other minorities were simply categorized by skin color, since they were all pretty much the same anyway.

Explaining the relevant knowledge to him would require starting from junior high school and teaching him again, and since no one would pay him, Zhu Mingyao didn't want to waste his energy playing the role of a history and geography teacher for nothing, so he wisely stopped dwelling on the topic.

"Shouldn't you introduce yourself before asking about someone else's background?"

The man raised an eyebrow. "Of course!"

He pulled a palm-sized black ID wallet from his pocket and gently unfolded it for the boy.

Under Zhu Mingyao's aura-gazing technique, the gleaming silver metal shield on the document emitted a faint spiritual light that was difficult for ordinary people to see with the naked eye.

Seeing this, he silently took out his Special Investigations Bureau consultant certificate and pinched the secret mark drawn on it with his fingers.

In an instant, the badges on the two similar documents in the man's and Zhu Mingyao's hands resonated faintly.

"Are you from the Special Investigation Bureau?"

From the moment the man appeared, Zhu Mingyao had roughly guessed his origins from their similar equipment, and now he was completely certain of his identity.

The arcane markings on the badge are applied during the casting process. Although they are not of high grade, their structure is extremely complex and difficult to imitate using ordinary methods.

When officials are out on missions, this is perfectly adequate for identifying each other. When they return to their base, there are naturally more advanced methods to ensure that no one else can infiltrate.

"You're actually an advisor from our branch office? Oh, I've never met you before."

The black-haired man looked surprised and reached out his hand.

“Hello, young advisor, I am Nick Burckhardt, the captain of the Witcher team at the West Coast Division of the Special Investigations Bureau. You can also call me Nick!” He tilted his head to the side to indicate.

"She's my cousin and teammate, Theresa Rubel!"

The woman in black, who was squatting beside the Bob brothers' bodies and fiddling with something, nodded casually, then resumed her focused looting.

"Zhu Mingyao, you can call me Mi Yue (Mingyao), that's a homonym and also my English name. I only registered as an advisor to the Special Investigation Bureau in the last two months, so it's normal that you haven't seen me before." Zhu Mingyao politely and tactfully shook the other person's outstretched hand.

The "So-and-so Squad" is a combat unit under the Special Investigations Bureau. As far as he knows, it should be numbered sequentially. He has never heard of the name "Witcher Squad." Perhaps it is a secret force within the Bureau.

Just as Zhu Mingyao was about to discuss how to handle the aftermath, his expression suddenly changed. Through the two paper ghost soldiers he had buried along the way, he "saw" a slightly violent aura rushing through the mine tunnel and rapidly approaching this place.

"Watch out! Someone's coming again!"

Zhu Mingyao raised his staff and warily aimed it at the cave entrance, muttering to himself, "The Yin soldiers are quite sensitive to living things, how come they didn't notice Nick and Theresa?"

Upon hearing the boy's warning, Nick appeared slightly startled, listened intently, and then smiled with relief.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Zhu, another member of our team has arrived."

As he spoke, he bit down on a whistle-like object on his collar and gently blew on it, sending out a faint ripple.

A moment later, under Zhu Mingyao's wary gaze, a gray-red figure shot out of the mine tunnel with a whoosh, half-lying on the ground and making muffled noises.

"Werewolf?"

Upon seeing the newcomer's appearance, Zhu Mingyao's vigilance increased rather than decreased. He formed a hand seal, preparing to unleash a spell.

With its coarse fur, wolf head, human body, sharp teeth and claws, this creature is easily recognizable as one of the two most famous IPs among dark creatures.

His demeanor seemed... inexplicably refined and cultured? He was even wearing a specially made elastic undergarment...

They won't even run naked. What happened to their reputation for being rough and wild?

“Eddie! Stop! It’s over! Don’t scare our friend.” Nick waved and laughed at the werewolf.

Upon hearing Nick's words, the werewolf with its long, gray-red fur stood up straight, its round eyes blinking blankly, its long tongue unconsciously sticking out, emitting hot breath.

With its somewhat comical demeanor and "wise" gaze, it doesn't resemble a werewolf, known for its ferocity, but rather a canine comedian, the husky.

Chapter 109 The Witcher Squad 2

After shaking its head for a while, the werewolf, which seemed to have husky blood, retracted its distinctive red fur and returned to human form, transforming into a man in his thirties with long, dark brown curly hair and deep-set eyes.

“Eddie Monroe, another member of my team, is a werewolf, as you can see.”

“Mr. Milyo, this is our branch’s new superhuman advisor.” Nick gestured, introducing the two to each other.

"Does the Special Investigation Bureau have any other members who are considered 'outcasts'?"