C-level hybrid forced to slay a dragon

“There’s no other way. Meet with the contact, investigate as soon as possible, close the case as soon as possible, and return to modern Chicago,” Ye Sheng sighed.

In this moment, Fingel felt like she was about to cry, recalling the good old days when she was an A-rank, leading a few beautiful junior sisters and driving luxury cars to do missions.

Two dogs at the village entrance... no, two dark gothic purple-haired clowns with afros and nose rings, carrying wrenches, approached.

“Looking for Harley Wheeler, I’m her nephew Fingel, we’ve come to visit her.”

The two purple-haired men were still tilting their heads, watching the three of them. Luo Yin lifted the canvas, grabbed two half-pound hams from the back compartment, and threw one to each of them. His movements were precise and his strength astonishing.

The two purple-haired men pointed to the right rear of the chapel and made way. But their gazes towards Ye Sheng and Luo Yin still held a hint of malice. Damn Alabama.

......

“Harley, it’s your nephew Fingel!” The neighbors around them looked at the three outsiders with some hostility, especially the two with yellow skin. Fingel, as always, was shameless and knocked loudly on the door.

My goodness... Luo Yin thought he had seen a monster. According to the information, Harley was only 49 years old, but her skin was sallow, her eyes were sunken, and her body was thin.

Luo Yin noticed some yellowish calluses on her index and middle fingers. Was she a drug addict?

Harley Wheeler

Bloodline: E

Attribute: Miscellaneous

Word of Power: None

Harley glared fiercely at the friendly neighbors around her and gestured for the three of them to park the pickup truck in the dilapidated garage behind the house.

"Hello Harley, I am Ye Sheng, the person in charge of this investigation mission at the academy."

Could you briefly describe whether there have been any unusual developments in the town of New Haven recently?

Harley didn't speak either, her cloudy eyes fixed on Ye Sheng.

Helpless, the three of them lifted the truck's tarpaulin and took out the vegetables, meat, fruit, fuel, and other supplies, storing them in the refrigerator and warehouse. This was also a requirement Harley had made of the college.

The old monster then spoke: "A homeless man went missing, two large dogs went missing, then several people saw something like a wild man at night, and there were also many instances of food being stolen..."

Sheriff Samuel and his squad did absolutely nothing, even though they were always incompetent.

Ye Sheng nodded. Norma's monitoring showed similar results, with multiple emergency calls originating from this location.

"Oh, and also, Mayor Alfonso's daughter was having an affair and got pregnant with an illegitimate child, and now..."

"Thank you, no need to mention that." Luo Yin sighed, rubbing his forehead.

Hunting behavior, savagery, stealing food. This is consistent with the characteristics of hybrids with unstable bloodlines; dragon blood has eroded their intelligence, a harbinger of their becoming like Deadpools.

The three arrived at Harley's emptied garage, which served as their temporary base for the mission. The back compartment was completely empty, all the cargo had been removed.

Although this pickup truck looks terrible, it has actually undergone some simple modifications by the equipment department and performs quite well. The key is... Ye Sheng pulled a metal buckle at the bottom of the rear compartment, and with a sudden jerk, revealed a hidden compartment.

Ye Sheng's long blade, dagger, night vision goggles, two pistols, and a sniper rifle.

Finger's communication and eavesdropping devices, adult magazines.

The remaining 80% are all works by Luo Yin.

Hand grenades, noise bombs, tear gas bombs, static electricity bombs. Bulletproof vests, sniper rifles, submachine guns, signal flares, two alchemical revolvers. A dozen glass marbles and the Key of Wisdom, two Spirit Towers and the Stone of Rebellion, six Blood Vials I, two Blood Vials II, four boxes of silver bullets, three metal cubes.

Fingel, Ye Sheng: ......

This clearly exceeds the Executive Department's quota by countless times; it's all Luo Yin's personal accumulation.

Fingel: "Junior brother, you're usually so stingy and annoying, but you look incredibly cool as a whale warrior."

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At the end of November, Luo Yin analyzed the fourth Word of Power, Ye Sheng's "Snake." Thanks to the friendly cooperation of his roommate, the analysis went very smoothly.

During this time, he created Blood Vial II, which was even more powerful. He had only gotten halfway through developing the application of "Snake" when New Haven, the godforsaken place, arrived.

He also improved some of his previous works, such as the Tower of Suppression.

The new version of the Spirit-Suppressing Tower was placed in the center of the garage, and a very faint domain spread out. Compared to the old cowboy's commandments, this thing was too weak in suppressing power, so he modified it into a detection alarm. As long as someone within a 30-meter radius tries to use Word of Power, the external speakers will start playing "Hop" at full volume.

After settling down, the three began to discuss their next course of action, deciding to start by getting information from the mayor and the sheriff.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the small house, Harley received a text message.

“You did a good job, Harley. Lord Kukulkan said those three were very good food.”

Chapter Twenty-Two: The First Night in New Haven

"Samuel, Samuel! Wake up! Someone's come to the police station to report a crime!"

A policeman in his early twenties shook Sheriff Samuel, who was fast asleep on the table. New Haven was a run-down town without a police station; there was only one sheriff's team. Besides Samuel, there were only six other young men they'd picked up randomly—tall, reasonably decent-looking, and of acceptable character.

Samuel groggily lifted his head from the table, his large, bulbous nose a deep red. He was nearly two meters tall, probably weighing 220 pounds, with muscular arms like an ox, and an old-fashioned hunting rifle tucked into his belt. It was precisely because of his appearance that, even though he didn't do much work, the townspeople were willing to appoint him as sheriff.

Samuel Clifton

Bloodline: D-

Attribute: Miscellaneous

Word of Power: None

A half-breed who isn't fully awakened? That does explain part of his exaggerated physique.

The three explained their purpose. Two days ago, a batch of food, mainly canned meat, had been stolen from Harley. They came to report the theft and, incidentally, to inquire with the police station about any leads.

“Thieves? New Haven has a very low crime rate, we’ve never heard of any thieves. Those idiots who aren’t thinking straight are locked up in the concrete building in the back, go check it out yourselves.”

Samuel muttered a couple more times and slumped back onto the table.

The three looked at each other, wondering if it had gone so smoothly.

The cement shacks housed two people to a room, with only nine people in total. According to their observations, these arrested "bastards" were just drunkards, drug addicts whose brains had been ruined by drugs, and an exhibitionist.

When we reached the last concrete cell, there was only one person inside.

Its filthy hair, crouching in the corner like a big dog, exuded a fishy stench.

As someone approached, he let out a beast-like roar, with dark red bloodstains remaining between his teeth.

"Hey, watch out. I don't know what's wrong with this guy. When we caught him, he was eating raw meat in the butcher shop! One of the guys in our team almost got bitten by him and had to be tranquilized with a tranquilizer gun." The guard who followed them in sized up Ye Sheng and Luo Yin with ill intent, hoping they would make a fool of themselves.

Are the brains of the people here all the result of inbreeding...? This thing is clearly seriously flawed.

Jacob Clift

血统：C+

Attribute: Miscellaneous

Word of Power: Ghost Wins

Word of Power Effect: Blocks one's own pain receptors, significantly exceeding the limits of normal power exertion.

Special state: Deadpool transformation I

No... is this the case?

Wait, Cliff, he shares the same last name as the sheriff. New Haven only has a few hundred people; there's a high probability they're related by blood. Why is the sheriff letting him stay here, or is he unaware of their relationship?

Ye Sheng's gaze froze when he saw the half-wild man Jacob; this was exactly what they were looking for.

"I'll notify the college to send someone to transfer him. We'll stay here for two more days to check for any other unusual situations."

The two nodded and walked out of the cell.

“Mr. Samuel, that wild man in the cell, he's the one who stole Harley’s things.”

We called the police, and they'll be coming from a nearby county to take him away in a few days. Don't let him go.

"Okay, got it. Get lost, get lost. It's good that there's one less person eating in jail."

Luo Yin stood behind Fingel, carefully observing Samuel's expression. But Samuel remained completely drunk and unchanged, as if what would happen to the savage was utterly irrelevant to him.

As they left the police station, the young man at the door spat at them again.

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That evening, the three of them idly played cards in the garage, shoving the dry rations provided by the executive department into their mouths with cold water.

They didn't touch the vegetable soup and hot dogs Harley made; they were completely cold. This is basic etiquette for missions; they don't have the legendary skill of detecting poison with a silver needle.

"Damn it! The academy said there aren't any other liaisons nearby, and the handover personnel won't be able to arrive for at least three days. We'll have to keep waiting here."

Fingel wailed loudly. Living in this place was like going back to the Middle Ages.

"Look on the bright side, at least the investigation went very smoothly," Ye Sheng comforted him. They had originally planned to investigate separately at the security team, the mayor's office, the church, and the countryside, but they hadn't expected to hit the jackpot right from the start.

Luo Yin's expression was somewhat gloomy. He had a very uncomfortable feeling; Jacob seemed like bait offered to them.

"Let's visit the mayor again tomorrow."

Ye Sheng looked at Luo Yin's serious expression and said nothing. It's common to be suspicious when doing a mission for the first time, and besides, it doesn't hurt to investigate more.

Thump! Thump! Thump! ...

The deep tolling of bells came from the small church in the east of town. It was midnight.

Luo Yin's expression suddenly turned horrified, and he quickly gestured: Go get the weapon.

Ye Sheng and Fingel only had a slight feeling, but he had been dealing with alchemy for a long time and was much more sensitive to "spirit".

With each chime of the bell, a massive wave of spiritual energy spread throughout the town.

In the system, the words "[Words of Power - Hypnosis]" flashed back and forth.

Ye Sheng and Finger sensed a hint of drowsiness and became tense.

"Word magic?"

"Large-scale alchemy field."

The three men formed a triangle facing the garage door, weapons in hand.

New Haven grew quieter and quieter. Gradually, it became deathly still.

The shouting, the awful singing, all the noise disappeared. It was like a dead land.

Luo Yin's arm, which was holding the alchemical revolver, was a little sore, and his hands were covered in sweat. Indeed, the logistics personnel should stay in the rear; the sheer fear of impending doom, like dark clouds looming over the city, was suffocating him.