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This natural organization has only existed for a short time, but it is very dangerous. It is one of the remnants of the Wanwang Society, which was destroyed by a multinational coalition more than 30 years ago.

The parade slowly advanced, scattering ordinary tourists and passersby.

But as the procession moved forward, the slogans grew louder and the emotions became increasingly high. The length of the procession was actually increasing!

Many people began to join the procession. Some were initially drawn in by the body paint on the handsome men and beautiful women, while others were pulled in for explanations and promotions. But gradually, they all became immersed in the atmosphere and started shouting, cheering, and marching along with the crowd.

The psionic fluctuation detector in the Colt began to react.

Colt frowned and stared at it for a while, then couldn't help but pat it twice. "Is this thing broken? Why is it jumping around like that?" The readings on the instrument kept flashing and jumping from zero to the teens.

Even a number in the teens is not considered high.

During this special period of psychic resurgence, even some unusual behaviors of ordinary people can often cause slight psychic fluctuations.

Generally, a value above 30 is considered to indicate supernatural activity.

But the team seems to be growing a little too fast!

Colt and Marina got out of the car, puzzled, and followed the PT organization's parade with their psionic testing devices in hand.

"This won't do. Although we don't know what this group is up to, the number of people in the march is just too large. Any unexpected event could lead to a disaster!"

But Colt didn't know what to do. First, he was unsure of the other party's methods, and second, he was hesitant to act rashly.

Even if he knew there was a problem, he couldn't stop this group of four or five hundred people! Sending the police would only make things worse.

These guys covered in paint are extremely good at staging accidents!

Everyone dreams of challenging the police to prove their resolve; getting caught would be even better. They'd practically become newspaper heroes! Fame and money would follow!

Just as Colt was about to break out in a sweat, he spotted Zhao Hao watching the commotion from the side of the street.

Zhao Hao was chatting with Nanaya Saki, "Are these people a little out of their minds?"

Nanaya Saki closed the Decameron in her hand. "It seems so. If you're so compassionate, why not pay attention to those struggling to make ends meet in the slums?"

Even in Liberty City, one of America's largest metropolitan areas, there are many slums of varying sizes.

The better ones are the very old communities with virtually no infrastructure, where people rarely have stable jobs. Their income is meager, and they rely entirely on supermarket sales and discounts to survive.

Those particularly severe slums are almost comparable to the impoverished areas of extremely poor countries.

Working seventeen or eighteen hours a day, but only earning ten dollars. It's barely enough to survive; if you stop, you face starvation.

The accommodations were cramped little rooms, with frequent water and electricity outages, and some places didn't even have bathrooms.

If they get sick, then congratulations! Those people obviously can't afford health insurance, and because the healthcare system is so expensive, many don't even have money for medicine and have to tough it out. If they can't make it, then they can only complain to God.

Oh, and what about the homeless people scavenging in tunnels, under bridges, or subway stations? A huge wave of them appears almost every winter!

People living in the same city can have unimaginable differences. It's as if an invisible line separates two worlds.

The children of the wealthy cannot imagine how people struggling below the poverty line survive, nor can those at the bottom of society who have nothing to do but live. They also cannot imagine how the rich live in luxury apartments and villas, indulging in extravagance and luxury.

As Colt said, both are hell.

However, these "righteous people" in the march don't care about those people; these idiots care about the chickens and ducks that are raised to be used as food.

But did they shed any tears while eating steak? They were also very polite when eating foie gras and caviar!

Perhaps in their minds, these people don't even qualify as human beings. They're not even as good as animals or plants.

They turn a blind eye, and even secretly hope that they can all go to heaven soon!

America's rapid development in recent years has led to an abundance of resources, which these people have then taken up too much of. This has resulted in them being overfed and having too much free time.

……

Colt moved closer to Zhao Hao and quickly asked, "Did you see anything?"

Zhao Hao was a little confused: "I see quite a few stalls. What? Is this under our jurisdiction? Let me make this clear beforehand, I don't work overtime!"

Colt scoffed. "Who was talking to you about that! I asked you if you saw anything unusual in that parade?"

"You mean? A superhuman!" Zhao Hao saw Colt nodding.

It seems that Zhao Hao's carefully crafted persona has worked. Colt has come to regard him as a highly perceptive person with a wide range of skills, who mainly relies on barriers for support.

Zhao Hao opened his Fate Prompt Eye... Wow! This is incredible!

The body painting is incredibly detailed! Blu-ray quality! The beauty of the human body is displayed to its fullest extent!

The bumps, the depressions, the colors and shapes... cough cough, this PT tissue has really gone all out!

Ahem, but that's not the most urgent thing to do right now.

Zhao Hao observed carefully and found many messy traces and colors, but he didn't detect any psionic reactions.

Fate's warning: "A group of manipulated, fanatical, ignorant fools—the more numerous they are, the more foolish they become. Foolishness is contagious..."

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Chapter 117 Gold Falls from the Sky

Zhao Hao shook his head at Colt: "Nothing unusual was found. At least, no trace of psionic energy was detected."

Colt pursed his lips. "This organization is problematic. Keep an eye on it for me. If you find any superhumans involved, contact me immediately."

With that, he tossed down a few sheets of paper and left with the wavy-haired Mariana.

Meanwhile, Marina asked Colt, "How much do you know about the girl next to Zhao Hao?"

Colt shook his head; he hadn't noticed!

Marina lit a cigarette: "Although I haven't heard anything unusual about her, according to the news from Japan, she seems to be a superhuman as well. It hasn't been that long, and that kid already knows quite a few superhumans. This Zhao Hao you recruited is quite capable!"

Zhao Hao quickly glanced through the information; it was about the PT organization, detailing its structure and the verifiable forces behind it.

This could include financial support, media coverage, or even legal aid. There are even a few uncertain political figures behind it all.

As expected, the motives of such organizations are not pure.

This can be roughly divided into three levels: politicians, businessmen/managers, and soldiers/believers.

Politicians are the top leaders, and they mostly have certain political motives.

Merchants and managers are grouped together; the former seek wealth, while the latter seek power.

At the very bottom are the soldiers and believers. The soldiers are the executors, and they might be able to get some benefits.

Such people generally have a certain level of judgment about what they are doing.

But believers are different; they are the lowest level of the "leeks," born to be sacrificed.

Just like the parade in front of us, it consists of a small number of soldiers, a large number of believers, and cannon fodder who have been attracted to join.

Wait a minute, Zhao Hao suddenly remembered something and used his Qi Observation skill to look up at the sky above the parade. Sure enough, a strange, colorful cloud of energy was churning and tangling.

What's happening here?

Zhao Hao also noticed that wisps of subtle luck were being added to the group from time to time; these were all newcomers who had just been brought in.

Those people were originally just there to watch the excitement, but they were spurred on by the shouts and cheers of the people in the group and soon joined in, running around with the same fervor as the old man!

This is not a supernatural method, or rather, not an ordinary supernatural method. It is more like a kind of group suggestion, a high-level operation in the psionic sea!

The more people join the movement, the greater and more intense the impact becomes! Ordinary people find it even harder to resist and are easily drawn in, becoming part of the protesters!

In academic circles, there's a term called conformity. When the number of people in this "conformity" reaches a certain level, ordinary people almost lose control of their own will!

No wonder fate said that; it turns out it wasn't just that someone was organizing things behind the scenes, but that there really was an extraordinary force involved.

He whispered to Nanaya Saki, "There's a problem! I've discovered that this team is being affected by some unknown means. You need to go find Fatty and the others right away; I'm worried something bad might happen in a while."

Nanaya Saki looked at him and asked, "And what about you?"

Zhao Hao didn't say anything. He had to try, and if it didn't work, he would run again.

Nanaya Saki said, "What? Want to meddle in other people's business?"

Zhao Hao scratched his head. "Mind your own business? In this world, apart from life and death, what isn't a trivial matter?"

Nanaya Saki packed the book into her bag. "Alright, alright, since you want to try, then go ahead."

"Wait!" she suddenly called out to Zhao Hao, who was about to leave. "Let me see if there's anything I can do to help."

As she spoke, she began rummaging through her bag. Although Nanaya Saki wasn't very involved in the underworld of Freedom City, and hadn't even come into contact with other superhumans, she came from a fairly wealthy family.

After all, according to her, her family has been a family of exorcists for thousands of years.

However, she rarely talks about it.

"Um, do you think this might be useful? The others don't seem quite right!"

Nanaya Saki handed Zhao Hao something that looked like amber, inside which was a spotted beetle the size of a fingernail.

"This is a Golden-winged Scarab Beetle, very rare around here. It... it can produce an enormous amount of waste in a short time. Yes, waste. Just inject psionic energy into it, the more you inject, the more it produces. Use it as you see fit!"

Without waiting for Zhao Hao to ask her anything, she quickly picked up Orange, who hadn't had enough ice cream, and ran away in small steps.

"Why is it moving so fast? Is there something this bug is hiding? But why does it look so much like a dung beetle?"

Zhao Hao opened the Fate Prompt: "Extraordinary creatures originating from the Egyptian world feed on the excrement of other extraordinary beings. They can also consume spiritual energy to produce massive amounts of excrement for defense..."

Excrement for defense? I can picture it!

Zhao Hao's eyes widened: "This...this thing can...can help me? Wait..."

Zhao Hao looked at the parade, which already had five or six hundred people, almost as many as the passersby who were shopping, eating, and watching the excitement.

He looked down at the road and saw a manhole cover not far away.

"This generates a massive amount... how much can it produce?"

……

About ten minutes later, the PT-organized march grew even larger, and it even became the main force in the surrounding streets.

Many people stood on dining tables and even on car roofs, shouting slogans at the top of their lungs. They declared that even if they starved to death or jumped off a building, they would never eat a single plant or animal!

The food festival hadn't even started yet, and it looked like it was going to be a flop.

The shop owners around looked extremely grim, and most of the vendors also retreated when they sensed the situation was not good.

After all, how can any of my hot dogs, steaks, pasta, or cheeseburgers be eaten without plants and animals?