On a June afternoon in Las Vegas, the golden sun disk hangs high in the sky, like an eternal god, emitting thousands of golden light to drive away evil and filth in the world.
Three attackers walked into the parking lot closely behind each other.
They all wore Kevlar bulletproof vests, with tactical daggers and pistols hanging from their waists. Their helmets and goggles covered most of their faces, leaving only their chins and pursed lips exposed.
The leader held up a huge shield, and the shield reflected a dark luster in the sun. The second man, who was sturdy and sturdy, held a MacMillan TAC-50 and aimed it at the alert.
The third petite woman walking just put her hands covered with black tactical gloves on her waist and held them in virtual hands, without carrying any weapons.
When their eyes glanced at the several anesthetic bullets inserted in Dean's body.
The two men began to be on guard. One of them knelt down and took off his gloves, taking out a pair of silver handcuffs and shackles. The iron chain connecting the shackles was three times as thick as regular shackles.
Click click click.
Dean's hands and feet were roasted.
The man searched out the teardrop-shaped scepter he carried with him, put it in a black plastic bag, pointed it at the intercom on his chest and said "Clear".
A white pickup truck quickly drove in outside the parking lot.
The three of them opened the back door of the car and carried Dean into a black container that was placed vertically in the back car and looked like a coffin.
Lock and close the door.
"GO!"
The minivan drove quickly away from the quiet square, leaving only the lonely stretched Lincoln.
…
The truck drove onto I-15.
There were four people sitting in the carriage, surrounding the "coffin" on both sides.
Bradley Lincoln, wearing a black trench coat, lit a camel and took a deep breath. The white smoke exhaled from his nose surrounded his sinister face and narrow slits in his eyes, and his joy flashed away.
The camel was passed to the black-haired man next to him who had just taken off his helmet. The man looked ordinary and could not be found in a crowd.
But he flipped up his short black hair coquettishly, took a puff of cigarette, and handed it to the burly blond man opposite, and then it was the turn of the sweet-looking red-haired woman.
Each person takes a bite, like some kind of solemn and quiet ceremony.
Finally, the cigarette was passed to a rugged-looking black-haired woman in the front seat who was holding the steering wheel. After taking a deep breath, the woman raised her back and flicked the ash with her fingers.
"Cheers!"
"Guys, what did I say before? Only by staying calm can you taste the most delicious food! 300W is available!"
"NO, Miller, this Asian has two superpowers. He was shot by your partner without breaking his skin, and he just barely broke through the defense." Bradley glanced at his companions with a smile, "It is worth at least 600W."
"With this money, we can live a good life comfortably for two more years." The blond man put his arm around the red-haired woman's shoulders, lovingly parted the broken hair on her forehead, and put his nose against hers, "Let's The balance of the villa can also be paid off.”
The woman smiled sweetly, hooked her hands around the man's neck, and kissed him passionately.
"Hey, you two, this is not a bedroom..." The black-haired man snapped his fingers at the couple and patted the coffin lid in the center with fearful eyes, "How long will the anesthetic last? Will the cargo wake up halfway?" "
"You don't trust me when I do things?" The rough woman driving the car turned around and smiled, "The amount of anesthetic injected into his body can make an elephant sleep for at least two days. Our shackles and coffins are not decorations. Believe me, even if it is the end of the world, Even if it comes suddenly, he won’t be able to wake up. Even if the mummy is resurrected, he still has to lie in it for me!”
The woman reassured her repeatedly, and the black-haired man nodded.
"Everyone, let's get down to business. To catch this big fish, I took a huge risk." Bradley clapped his hands twice to attract the attention of his companions. "Once discovered by the above, I will be here for the rest of my life." Spending time in a dark secret prison. Once discovered by the target, I will be the one lying in the coffin now."
Bradley's eyes flashed with a cunning light,
"I took the biggest risk, so I will get 10% more of my income this time."
The remaining four people's expressions tightened upon hearing this, and the originally relaxed and harmonious atmosphere in the carriage became subtle.
"You are also involved in the investigation. You should know how powerful this guy is." Bradley's skinny palm gently rubbed the coffin lid, as if he could feel the heartbeat of the prisoner inside. He shook his head and sighed, "Rich man, super criminal , cannibals, he killed them one after another...not leaving a single person alive from beginning to end, and the total number of dead souls under his hands was at least hundreds."
Brad lit another cigarette and started puffing away. Every deep wrinkle on his face squirmed like it came alive.
"But his hands and feet were so clean that he never left any clues that could be exposed at the crime scene. He also used mimics to create a bunch of realistic fake evidence, and made the LVPD fools run around."
"According to the information I found, this guy is not only a criminal genius, but also a superb detective. He has helped the bureau solve many murder cases, and he did so very quickly and with strange methods."
"And he's alert and has a keen sense of smell."
"Do you know how nervous I was when I was investigating him? I didn't even dare to get within a hundred yards of him. I didn't even dare to mention his name to my colleagues. I could only lead a group of people in Las Vegas. Si wandered around, pretending to search for the scapegoat bodyguard, just for fear of attracting his attention."
"It took me half a year to find out that he was alone from beginning to end, without any companions. Otherwise, how could you dare to take action?"
Several young people were silent, staring at the coffin in the center in a daze. Only the driver in the front row was still turning the steering wheel.
"By the way, I almost forgot one thing. Did you interview the case of Abby Clark and Alvin?" Bradley picked up a water bottle from the side and took a sip to moisten his throat. "According to According to my analysis, the criminals in both cases are legendary inhuman species."
"You should understand how terrifying inhuman species are. Even this thing was taken care of by this high school student. How dangerous is he?"
Bradley looked at the faces of his four companions that quietly turned serious, and nodded with satisfaction.
"Is it too much for me, who is leading this sting operation, to ask for 10% more?"
The red-haired woman exchanged glances with her companion, snatched the cigarette from Bradley,
"No matter how powerful this guy is, he still falls into your hands?"
"Every detail is a secret," Bradley explained slowly. "Looking at the details of all the cases, he did it perfectly. But from a big picture perspective, he made a fatal mistake."
"In so many cases, although there is no direct evidence that he was involved, his shadow is behind them."
"In the case of the deaths of the Lowe father and his son, he and Bob Lowe were on fire and had a fight at school."
"In the case where a group of Latin American gangsters were exterminated, he once had a conflict with the gangsters at a classmate's birthday party."
"The case of the Leighton Stone family. He once destroyed Gru Stone's crime of kidnapping children in the mall and formed a deadly feud with the Stone family."
"The case of Grace being sacrificed by the Red Dragon Club. He is a close friend of Grace's son."
Bradley's eyes became brighter and brighter as he spoke one sentence after another.
"He has the motive to commit the crime."
"Once or twice can be a coincidence, but with so many facts in front of us, God cannot call him innocent without conscience."
"Dean Lue is still too young. In just one year, he committed so many shocking crimes in a row in a place like Las Vegas."
"If I give this guy a few more years, oh, no, give him another year, I can't possibly go against him and try to catch him." Bradley glanced out the window with lingering fear. The car had already left Las Vegas. In the urban area of Si, on both sides of the road are bare low mountains piled with yellow sand.
"I hide as far as I can."
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"Okay, old man, I guess what you said makes sense." The red-haired woman smoothed her long hair around her ears and sighed, "You get 30% of this sale."
"Wise decision." The FBI patted his knees and smiled on his gloomy face. "But don't worry, I took advantage of it this time. If there is another operation next time, you may take more."
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Well…
The four people who were having a heated discussion in the carriage did not notice at all the extremely slight, mosquito-like moans coming from the coffin.
Dean woke up from the darkness, his whole body was extremely sore, and his eyelids were heavy as if he hadn't closed them for three days and three nights.
Moreover, the space he was in was very narrow and cramped. It seemed like a closed and dull iron box, and he could not move his hands and feet at all.
There were also cold and strong handcuffs and shackles on his wrists and ankles.
Dean did not struggle recklessly, and his tired brain began to slowly recover and function.
Where am I?
A bright light flashed in my mind!
I was secretly attacked by sniper rifles and tranquilizer bombs behind the shopping center square, and was locked up.
Dean thought.
The consciousness left the body, instantly penetrated the surrounding tight iron plates, and entered the carriage of the moving pickup truck.
The sunlight streaming in from the car window illuminated five people and a dark coffin.
Three men and two women were heavily armed, with sniper rifles, rifles and other weapons at their feet. They were almost armed to the teeth.
And God's perspective swept across their faces, and Dean in the coffin suddenly realized.
Isn't this the three people from the Jacqueline show team he once investigated, the thin and gloomy FBI agent Bradley Lincoln.
"My hunch was right, these bastards were investigating me. But I really kept my composure. I waited until I was completely relaxed today before taking action."
Dean, who had experienced many big scenes, didn't feel much nervousness or fear, only a hint of anger.
"Hit me with a sniper rifle and tranquilizer bullets. Great greeting."
Fortunately, his upgraded intermediate ironman specialty saved him. The specialty's ability to resist abnormal physical conditions worked wonders, allowing him to wake up from anesthesia long in advance.
…
"Adapt accordingly and look for opportunities to 'return the favor'!"
Dean made up his mind and lay down in the coffin to control his breathing and movement. He tried his best to let go of God's perspective and quietly observed the movement in the car.
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"By the way, I found this thing from him, let's see what it is?" The black-haired man took out a teardrop-shaped scorpion from the plastic bag and showed it in the palm of his hand.
The red-haired woman rubbed her chin, took the board and rubbed it, observing.
"Isn't this a board in the Halloween repertoire of psychic rituals? With a motherboard engraved with letters and numbers, you can try to talk to the dead. Of course, 99% of people don't have that kind of talent. I can only use it to entertain myself.”
Dean, who was eavesdropping in the coffin, closed his eyes and felt.
At this moment, the shadow of the past is not locked in this iron coffin with him, it is lurking in that stone slab.
"Don't you think it's weird?" The blond man looked around, "This high school student is about to attend the graduation prom, but he doesn't carry his wallet, cash, or car keys, but he brings such a strange piece of stone. What does he want to do? ? Use a wooden board to stab all the classmates attending the dance to death?"
"Don't be kidding! This is not an ordinary ziban," the red-haired woman who raised the ziban for closer inspection discovered the small and delicate mark. Her pupils shrank and she read it out, "Sleepless man."
As soon as the word came out.
The air in the carriage was as heavy as lead.
"Sleepless One? Fako!"
The driver in the front row suddenly changed his expression and slapped the horn. The harsh noise shocked everyone in the car.
She said harshly,
"We kidnapped someone from a lunatic organization?"
Everyone's faces became very ugly, and their eyes flashed as they recalled some bad past events.
"I don't think so!" Bradley calmly pressed his hands down to signal everyone to be quiet, and sat down. "Although this guy has killed many people, the targets he chooses are all serious threats to his friends or himself. People whose lives are safe.”
"His behavior is logical and he is definitely not a crazy sleepless person. There is a high probability that he snatched this piece of stone from the real sleepless person!"
"In addition, I have another idea. According to what I know in the bureau, his method of solving crimes is very strange and confusing." Bradley rubbed his protruding chin and said suddenly, "But if he masters With the ability of a psychic, he can use this tablet to talk to the ghost of the victim in the case and collect clues. This so-called strangeness can be explained."
"The jiban is a tool for him to eat, so he will naturally carry it with him."
"You mean he is not only a highly skilled and ever-changing Mimic, who can master instant defensive barriers, but also has psychic abilities?" The blond man rubbed his chin and said in surprise, "This is so versatile that it doesn't look like a human being. Let's do it. Have you ever encountered something like this in all these years of business?”
Dean's head sank in the coffin. These guys had two brushes, and they were able to check so accurately.
I almost saw myself through.
"I've made a lot of money this time." The driver girl turned her anger into joy, with a smile on her masculine face. "In the company, goods with multiple superpowers have never appeared before, and the price must be at least several times higher, 20 million. ?”
Suddenly, the breathing of everyone in the carriage became heavier.
"With this money, I can retire early." A trace of greed flashed across Bradley's eyes, and he slowly rubbed the coffin board with his right hand, as if he was seeing a unique treasure.
The red-haired woman rubbed her throbbing temples and stared at the coffin with her jewel-like blue eyes on her sweet face. She thought of her special identity and couldn't help but have an impulsive idea.
"Guys, I've changed my mind. We must sell such a precious Almighty to a disgusting company for human experimentation?"
"What do you mean?" The blond man looked at his girlfriend in confusion,
"Why not draw him over? Convince him to join us!" The woman raised her slender neck and looked at her companions around her with a solemn expression. Her voice was clear and powerful, "Mimicry, defense, psychic... With his outstanding superpowers , he can provide a strong boost to our team and help us earn far more than 10 million!”
"Did you get sick early, Clayty?" The black-haired man shook his head desperately and looked at the blond man complainingly, as if he was blaming the other man for not disciplining his girlfriend. "You forgot that we used a sniper rifle to sneak attack on him before. How can we win over him when we are already fighting to death with him?"
"He was not injured at all, and our sneak attack has not caused irreparable consequences."
"Let him know the benefits of cooperation, the huge profits, and the terrible fate he is about to face. There is something interesting about this!"
Emperor Kelai glanced at his companions with bright eyes,
"Think about our investigation results. He is willing to kill a group of high-ranking wealthy people in Las Vegas for a few ordinary people. He is a principled person worthy of friendship!"
"Are you obsessed and fell under the spell of this guy in the coffin?" Bradley squinted his eyes and looked at the red-haired girl, his tone was gloomy, "You gave up the tens of millions of cash that was about to arrive and took a huge risk. To pursue an uncertain answer?”
"I won't accompany you to do stupid things, and I won't allow you to get sick at this time. We must transport him to the company as soon as possible, take the money and leave!"
"Kleti, control your emotions and don't overflow with sympathy," the female driver in the front seat shook her head to dissuade her. "The matter has come to this, we have no choice."
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There was a heated argument among the five people in the car.
A bright red reminder suddenly flashed in front of Dean's eyes in the coffin.
Trigger emergency - contact
Agent Bradley Lincoln betrayed the FBI and the government, and teamed up with four outsiders to set up a trap to attack and capture you on the afternoon of the prom.
You wake up from anesthesia in advance and use God's perspective to listen to their conversation.
This group of people seems to be veterans, specially designed to capture superpowers hidden in society and sell them to "companies" in exchange for rewards.
But facing you, an alien with multiple abilities, they have internal differences.
One party wants to follow the old method and sell you directly for money, while the other party wants to recruit you to join and strengthen the team.
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Now it's your turn to make a choice -
1. Work hard to gain their trust and successfully join the team as a member.
2. They used sniper rifles to attack you, imprisoned you, and sold you as goods. This seriously offended your dignity. You must kill them all and leave no one alive!
Event Difficulty: Medium
Progress (0/100)
Duration: two hours
Reward: 150 experience points + special rewards (based on selection)
Penalty: None
(End of chapter)
