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Zhao Hao learned about Colt's mission from Shire and, after much deliberation, decided to intervene.

The members of the Shadow Organization are all extraordinary. For his own safety, Zhao Hao did not tell anyone about his "undercover" work in the Shadow Organization, and naturally, he could not reveal any information to Colt.

But now that little scoundrel, Holy Blood William Worth, is involved in this.

The Secret Service is in the open while William is in the shadows; if Colt and his team are not careful, they will suffer a great loss.

Regardless of whether the shadowy figure had obtained the key, Zhao Hao couldn't let Colt and the others get into danger.

However, I certainly can't intervene under my real identity; that would risk exposing myself. Even exposing myself to Colt and Marilyn is unacceptable.

Fortunately, he had long ago realized the importance of having multiple identities in the underworld.

Since temporary worker Zhao Hao and Endermen are not suitable to appear this time, let's have the psionic puppeteer Chanem Jonan, a civilian superhuman, take the lead.

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During the hundreds of years of psychic dormancy, many extraordinary and strange objects fell into slumber as the psychic energy of the surface world subsided.

But now psionic energy is gradually becoming more active and abundant, and many things are beginning to revive.

Those old objects that have been like ordinary things for the past few hundred years have often been awakened by accident.

Some powerful strange or mysterious objects have their own internal logic.

If awakened in the wrong way, even good things can become deadly weapons, and bad things can become even worse.

This strange object is just like that. It is both a strange object and a key to entering the strange realm.

More than a hundred years ago, a man brought with him an ancestral tinderbox from Europe across the sea.

Although it was ancient, it was too rudimentary and ugly to fetch a good price. However, the man who had just arrived in America eventually pawned it.

It changed hands several times over the decades, but never fetched a price, eventually becoming junk and sitting in an abandoned basement for more than a decade.

Not long ago, a newcomer from out of town bought the dilapidated old house.

This is a mother and son who moved here from out of town. The boy is fourteen years old and going through a rebellious phase. The mother doesn't have a regular job and works as a waitress in the town's tavern; they live a very frugal life.

Not long after, the boy was called the son of a whore during a fight with local children because his mother worked as a prostitute.

The boy's anger and inferiority burned like a flame, but he knew why it all stemmed from poverty!

If someone is human, they also have specific targets for resentment. But how can one resent poverty?

The unreleased flames slowly scorched his internal organs, causing him endless pain.

So one rainy night a week ago, he heard strange barking while he was home alone.

He followed the sound and found himself inexplicably in the basement. After searching around, he found an old and broken lighter.

Driven by inexplicable emotions and whispered encouragement, he fiercely rubbed the lighter.

The flames, which had not burned for a hundred years, ignited once more. With a loud and terrifying bark, the boy sensed that something precious had been consumed.

When he woke up the next day, he learned that a man in the town had been attacked by an unknown wild animal while fishing, and his body was in a gruesome state...

That man was a frequent visitor to my mother's house. He even came to knock on the door again, but my mother chased him away.

Now, he's dead!

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Chapter 222 Holy Blood

The town of Iron Mine was gripped by fear, after all, three men had died within a week, all killed by unknown giant beasts, which naturally frightened many people.

But life goes on, and as long as misfortune doesn't befall them, ordinary people at the bottom of society don't feel it too much.

Especially in places like Ami, even if the scene of the tragedy is just a street away, the people here still go about their lives.

It's like when the news says the pandemic is out of control, they still don't take it to heart and continue doing as they please.

Of course, when their family members or themselves actually contract the disease, but the hospital refuses to admit them because the condition is not serious enough, leaving them to wait to die at home; or when they attend a relative's funeral, they will also weep bitterly.

Their vision is limited, their world is limited. If you ask them to think more or further, I'm sorry, I can't.

Their current life is everything to them; they don't even have the energy to think about the future, so why would they consider anything else?

So the taverns here are still packed, and business is even better.

People always need a place to talk about their after-dinner conversations and their opinions on wild animals eating people, right? And when there are many people, there is a sense of insecurity.

Inside the tavern, a handsome young man with long blond hair was surrounded by several girls, his witty remarks making them laugh heartily.

Many local young men were furious, wishing they could grab the kid and punch him a couple of times.

William, a handsome young man from the big city, is good-looking and has a charming voice; he's simply irresistible. He quickly won the hearts of many girls.

William, smoking a cigarette, was charming the girls in the corner, making them constantly raise their glasses. They even seemed less competitive with each other, feeling that being together was quite nice!

This handsome young man seems to possess a captivating aura; even just talking to him or him smiling at you can stir your heart and make you want to get closer. It's an instinctive drive.

Soon, a young woman invited William to her home. She was home alone that day…

But William suggested that they all go together.

Finally, the girls agreed!

A few strong local miners originally wanted to have a drink and chat with the girls, but they never expected that this newcomer from out of town would get straight to the point!

How can you tolerate that? Only a turtle would tolerate that!

Without a word, the group exchanged glances and understood each other. They all followed him out, intending to teach the kid a lesson in a secluded place.

Not far from the tavern, the blond William, with his arms around the girls, glanced back, and the local lads felt a chill run through them, as if their blood had stopped flowing.

They stood there trembling for a long time before they realized what was happening. They all ran away, choosing to become Ninja Turtles.

Although the blond William seemed frivolous, he quickly left the girls. However, before leaving, under the pretense of beauty and skincare, he pricked his fingertip and fed each of the three girls a drop of his blood.

The Church of the Holy Blood is a young supernatural force that emerged after World War II. It is rumored that it was founded by certain supernatural beings during the height of the Third Reich, who used their global reach to find something.

The organization's ability to grow and thrive in the global arena in just twenty years is closely related to its capabilities.

As mentioned before, which king, noble, or high-ranking official doesn't want to live forever? Even if they can't live forever, being free from all diseases, maintaining youth, and having abundant energy are all rare and hard to refuse.

The Church of the Holy Blood originally operated under the name of "curing the sick, saving lives, and prolonging life."

More than a decade later, when the poor people in underdeveloped areas who had received treatment, the wealthy who were trying to regain their youth, and those who had terminal illnesses all began to show unusual symptoms, people realized that this church, which claimed to be "compassionate," seemed to be acting strangely.

The World Health Organization, one of the four extraordinary agencies under the UN Security Council, sent a number of elite personnel to investigate it, and eventually exposed its dark secrets.

The Church of the Holy Blood uses a blood therapy that is inaccessible to outsiders to heal the sick.

Initially, they claimed to inject oxygen into the blood to increase its oxygen content, and later they talked about filtering and purifying the blood.

However, when it came to treatments for terminal illnesses or restoring youthful vitality, they used a medicine called "Holy Blood".

If there were a panacea in the world, it would most likely be a lie by a swindler, or even a deadly poison.

More than a decade later, countless people around the world have secretly received blood therapy.

After a long incubation period, these people's bodies began to "mutate"!

It is a kind of alienation from body to mind, with limb mutations, bestialization, and superhuman biomorphism... all kinds of alienation turn people into different monsters.

At this point, people began to realize something was wrong and launched a vigorous manhunt for the Holy Blood Church, gradually uncovering some of the truth.

The founder of the Holy Blood Church, with the help of the Third Reich, actually found a mysterious, enormous skeleton in a cave on a deserted island!

The body was found to be tens of thousands of years old, but it was not completely decomposed...

So-called holy blood, at its lower level, is made from the blood of extraordinary beings through special processing. The higher level, however, is extracted entirely from the bodily fluids of the corpse.

The Holy Blood Church has now dispersed and gone into hiding, and this therapy, which can temporarily save lives or restore youth, cannot be eradicated because of people's desires.

William Worth, the Holy Blood, is the "Son of God" of the Holy Church throughout North America!

The Church of the Holy Blood itself seeks to sanctify people by infusing them with the blood of "God".

Over the years, countless experimental subjects have been tested, and William of the Holy Blood is one of the most successful.

His blood is incredibly powerful...

The girls who drank William's blood found their skin to become smooth, white, and flawless the next day, as perfect as a baby's.

Their hearts were filled with even greater fervor for William, and they began to be madly infatuated with and trust him.

So he had the girls secretly call their best friends, intending to bestow beauty upon them.

Meanwhile, Colt and his team, accompanied by the local sheriff, had begun investigating the three crime scenes.

Zhao Hao equipped himself with the character cards [Kankuro] and [Uchiha Itachi], and used the transformation technique to become the unassuming Chanem Jiaonan. He then traveled to Iron Mine Town by car.

Instead of entering the town, he found a secluded mountain hollow and had Little Soft and the mud golem dig a hole.

Xiao Ruan: Why do I always have to do this kind of work?

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In just one day, William of Holy Blood gained more than a dozen die-hard fans.

There weren't many girls in the town to begin with, and if things continued to develop further, it would be easy for them to be exposed.

He started targeting middle-aged women, choosing the easiest ones to approach first.

For example, women who frequent pubs, or bar waitresses.

Across the street, Joyce, the bartender's son, was staring at the pub.

His mother had just been flirting with a drinking bachelor, and now she was chatting happily with a blond young man she didn't know.

Joyce was pale and thin, with heavy dark circles under his eyes. His mother thought he was malnourished and wanted to earn money to feed him better.

Joyce clenched his fists tightly. He hated it, he hated this filthy world. He also hated those men!

For example, that blond pretty boy who's laughing so happily.

An old tin lighter was in his trouser pocket.

Each time he rubbed it, a target he resented died. But it wasn't without cost; Joyce knew something was being consumed, and he wasn't malnourished. But the hatred gnawed at his heart so intensely that he couldn't bear it.

He hurried home, and after it got dark, he lit a lighter in the basement.

"Kill! Kill that bachelor and that blondie! Kill them, kill them all!" Joyce's hatred fueled his killing spree, and even verbal harassment filled him with utter humiliation.