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"It's not that I'm afraid of sacrifice, it's just that I'm not strong enough!"

"Very well, for the sake of all humanity, I'm willing to give it a try. But I have a few conditions..."

As the saying goes, "Jiang Taigong fishes, and those who are willing will take the bait."

Zhao Hao took the bait, but he was asking for an exorbitant amount.

The chubby man negotiating was sweating profusely, and in the end, he stopped wiping his tears with his little handkerchief and started wiping his sweat instead.

It requires the cooperation of two aircraft carrier fleets, the support of two hundred superhumans of Black Iron 4 stars or above from the Mysterious Bureau, the use of more than a dozen psionic technologies, and the production of more than 3 billion yuan worth of materials to create the barrier, etc.

Meanwhile, the Skull and Bones Society was also engaged in heated discussions about the matter. Some members disagreed with Zhao Hao's conditions.

“We have three projects running simultaneously, which requires far too many resources. Where can we get them for him? He's asking for too much!”

"But if we don't deal with that interdimensional gate, the end of the world may befall it."

"If you disagree with Zhao Hao's conditions, are you going to resolve the matter yourself?"

"Should we send someone to talk to him again?"

“I think we should just let the military put pressure on them and make them the bad guys. Then we can step in to mediate. This will save us the paperwork and we'll also gain favor. It will let Zhao Hao know that he still needs our support in the United States.”

"Do you think he's a fool? The military is putting pressure on him? With what means are they going to put pressure on him?"

In the end, the Skull and Bones Society decided to agree to Zhao Hao's request.

They might even have to pay a price to the Afghan leadership and military, because deploying two aircraft carrier fleets is no small matter for the Afghan government.

However, this is the beginning of the Skull and Bones Society's plan, and we cannot allow these things to cause unnecessary complications.

However, just as their meeting ended, someone received a phone call saying that one of their direct subordinates had been killed by an unknown superhuman and that the warehouse had been robbed.

At first, nobody took it seriously; it's normal for a few people to die in this chaotic world.

But then a lot of subordinates and henchmen started being killed, which was very unusual.

This has already begun to affect the implementation of the plan!

"Investigate! Investigate! I want to see who's courting death!"

……

Meanwhile, Zhao Hao had already set sail.

He teleported directly to the vicinity of Davis Strait and began searching for his destination.

The target was easy to find because the mental energy that Professor Sykes unleashed before his death was so strong that it could be felt even hundreds of meters deep in the ocean.

"The energy level that the bald professor unleashed before his death should have reached Bronze Level 5, right?"

Those with psychic abilities are often able to unleash power beyond their own at crucial moments.

Zhao Hao also gleaned some general information from this.

A Bronze 5-star Mind Lockdown can seal this interdimensional gate for several days, meaning it's at most a Silver-level attack.

Fortunately, it's within my control.

Zhao Hao vanished into thin air in a flash, sending a huge splash of water, several meters high, into the sea.

A psionic satellite in the sky is observing all of this, and a technician is reporting: "Report, the target has disappeared, suspected to have entered the sea."

An elderly man with gray hair, not very tall, wearing a green military uniform with five stars on his shoulders, nodded. "Very fast. Can you measure the target's speed?"

The technicians tried slowing down the playback, but it didn't work.

Psionic satellite technology is not advanced enough to provide clear images or calculate speeds.

In short, it's extremely fast; it's invisible to the naked eye.

If it weren't for the splashing water, we probably wouldn't have known where he went.

"It's such a pity that someone like him can't serve the country. Is it really impossible for us to cultivate young men like him?" the old man sighed.

Zhao Hao is so cautious that he would never risk his life in person; he would always use his clones for such tasks.

Considering Professor Sykes's mental seal, Zhao Hao used a mental clone to get closer.

A barrier shimmering with a faint fluorescent light was very noticeable in the sea.

This barrier is extremely large, probably enough to cover a hundred football fields.

This mental barrier separates the seawater, creating an inside and outside.

Inside is that gate to another world.

The mental clone approached to observe, and inside the mental barrier was actually an ancient city with a bizarre style.

Everywhere you look there are tall but strangely shaped buildings, some of which are unsettling to look at, and statues of all sizes with features such as crab claws, octopus tentacles, fish fins, and fish gills.

The whole city had a faint green hue, like a stone covered in green hair growing in water.

Within that barrier, the shadow clone could sense that many beings were spying on it.

However, their strength is probably not great; I don't feel any threat.

The shadow clone reached out and pressed its hand against the barrier.

If it were anyone else, they would probably suffer a devastating blow, like the annihilation of their soul. But since the mental clone carried Zhao Hao's mental abilities, it wouldn't be instantly killed.

Moreover, Professor Sykes' will remains on this mental barrier, and it is able to recognize that the person is Zhao Hao.

The shadow clone slowly squeezed into the barrier, as if it were being squeezed into a bubble.

Upon arriving here, I immediately sensed an extremely malicious and disgusting psionic radiation, attempting to alter everything around me.

An eggshell-like psionic shield appeared on the shadow clone's body, blocking the all-pervasive psionic radiation.

However, some enemies who had been secretly observing could no longer contain themselves and rushed out to attack.

It was a humanoid monster with prominent features, resembling some kind of ugly fish-man.

The shadow clones even saw traces of human remains on some of the fish-men.

Are these the evil god followers who disappeared in Canada and the Greenland coastal town?

They were transformed into a supernatural life form, becoming a completely new existence.

This must be the method used by the Demon God to create his familiars!

The shadow clone stretched out its hand and made a fist.

"Pop pop~" A series of bubbles burst as seven or eight mutated fishmen exploded in the water, like water balloons being squeezed and popped.

Strangely, their blood was actually green.

Oh, okay, blood is green, that's not surprising~

……

On the American West Coast, in Chicago, which Sam had previously protected.

A thin man dressed in a black robe, holding a staff, slowly walked into a large warehouse.

It's six or seven meters high and big enough to fit a dozen basketball courts.

This is a warehouse belonging to the Skull and Bones Society, filled with a batch of special extraordinary materials.

This type of psionic ink, made from a mixture of extraordinary plants and the blood of extraordinary creatures, is a consumable for crafting spell scrolls, arrays, psionic contracts, and other similar items.

This stuff itself isn't anything special, it's just that the amount used isn't large.

The problem is, this entire warehouse contains what appears to be over ten tons of psionic ink. What could possibly be needed for so much?

Of course, there's no need to overthink it. Just take the stuff, take the person away for interrogation.

The Enderman Raistlin clone strolled into the warehouse, as if walking in his own backyard.

Meanwhile, a dozen superhumans and twenty gunmen were glaring menacingly at him from the shadows.

The guards outside suddenly reported an attack by strangers, then fired a few shots before stopping. Then this thin, black-robed man walked in. He's clearly an intruder!

However, there were five Black Iron 5-star superhumans outside, along with fifteen gunmen, and even snipers aiming from a distant rooftop.

It was all resolved in just four or five seconds?

The person in charge present was a seasoned Black Iron 5-star Transcendent, and he knew what this meant.

This means the person who came is extremely powerful, and they are simply not someone that we can handle.

He had originally thought he would just keep hiding.

Anyway, we've already notified the higher-ups, so let the reinforcements handle it. It's better than risking our lives going up there.

I only make a few thousand yuan a month, why would I risk my life?

However, there's a sixth member in the team!

There were four or five newly joined, hot-headed superhumans who dreamed of making contributions and getting promoted. They would even think of showing off their abilities if they found a soda can on the street.

Just like a novice driver who has just learned to drive, their hands are itching to get going.

The captain over there gave a look, signaling not to move.

One of the hotheads stood up and roared, "Brothers, let's go!" He then used two black iron rods to spur the Enderman clone.

The old captain was dumbfounded: What the hell are you doing? I gave you a look to tell you not to move!

The hothead saw the captain's look and realized it was his fault for not charging forward! The captain was blaming him for not being proactive enough!

He then roared, "Brothers, follow me!" And then, despite being a ranged superhuman controlling iron spikes, he jumped down the second-floor iron ladder and charged toward the Enderman clone.

His charge greatly boosted morale, and immediately four or five more members rushed out.

Then a dozen or so gunmen started firing, bang bang bang~~~

The Enderman hadn't expected this situation. Bullets hovered around him.

Aren't you scared at all? Are you usually this brave?

He pointed, and the hothead who had rushed out first began to shrink with a "bang".

When he came to his senses, he crawled out of the pile of clothes... wait, what pile of clothes?

He looked at it and exclaimed, "Isn't this my clothes? How did it get so big?" Then he let out a pig-like squeal.

The Enderman turned him into a little pig.