Knock, knock.
"Portia, wake up. We can go back now."
When Portia opened her eyes, she realized that it was already late.
She glanced at the time. It was already past six.
No wonder the sky was completely dark.
"Boss, are we going back to Mingyue Villa now?"
"Yes, you drive."
Chen Zhao took out his phone and called Klaus.
"Klaus, the equipment is ready. You can transfer the money to them now."
"Okay."
"Oh, how are you in Norway? Have you made any progress? "
"We just entered the forest today. We haven't found anything valuable yet."
"Keep in touch. Remember to contact me if you need anything."
"Got it, President."
When they reached Mingyue Villa, it was already past nine at night.
Portia drove really slowly, even slower than Chen Zhao.
"Chen, where did you go today?" Seeing Chen Zhao and Portia return, Fali immediately pulled Portia aside. "Portia, stay for dinner. You haven't eaten yet, right?"
"Ms. Fali, I have to go back … It's getting late."
"Then don't go back. You have to come back tomorrow anyway."
"Err …" Portia thought about it. If she went back now, she would have to eat dinner and wash up before going to bed at midnight. She would have to come back tomorrow. It would indeed be tiring.
"Just come down. There's a lot of empty rooms," Chen Zhao said casually.
Since Chen Zhao had spoken, Portia followed suit and stayed.
To be honest, every time she saw Chen Zhao's family having a meal, it would be as sumptuous as celebrating the new year.
"Boss … What kind of monster is that?" Portia looked at the arachne limbs roasting on the charcoal.
The limbs were considered small. They were only around one meter long.
But in Portia's eyes, they were already astonishing.
"A type of giant crab," Chen Zhao said casually. "Eat more and ask less. It's tens of thousands of dollars per kilogram on the market."
Portia gulped. Thousands of dollars per kilogram?
The limbs on the table were worth hundreds of thousands of dollars.
Portia felt like the world was spinning around her.
If she told others that she ate hundreds of thousands of dollars in one meal, who would believe her?
Chen Zhao picked up a limb and broke it off, handing it to Portia.
The aroma of crab meat spread out from the limb.
That tempting crab meat aroma had yet to enter one's mouth, but it was already irresistible.
This is too fragrant …
However, Portia realized that Chen Zhao had given her too much. She couldn't finish half of the crab meat anymore.
But if he didn't eat it, it would be a waste.
On the other hand, Chen Zhao didn't keep the entire limb in his hand for long. He finished it in a few bites.
Chen Zhao started eating other things. After a gust of wind, he finished most of the food.
Fali, on the other hand, chewed slowly and fed little Gerlyn.
Little Larissa couldn't eat a big meal for now, so she was still eating some soft food.
Little Gerlyn, on the other hand, had no inhibitions. She even dared to stuff pebbles into her mouth, let alone food.
"You guys continue, I'm going down to swim."
Portia was not too surprised by Chen Zhao's nocturnal habit.
In her eyes, Chen Zhao was just a freak.
Everything was different from ordinary people.
Of course, she did not forget how ruthless Chen Zhao was when he dealt with the gunmen yesterday.
In her eyes, Chen Zhao was someone she couldn't afford to offend.
To Chen Zhao, the night was the best camouflage.
Only at night could Chen Zhao move around freely.
Moreover, Chen Zhao dove into the water. Even satellites couldn't detect him.
Nowadays, satellites used optical surveillance to monitor the ground. This used extremely clear optical technology to observe the ground from a close distance. Then, computers would recognize and repair the image, continuously adjusting the clarity.
With America's current technology, satellites could already see people's faces clearly from hundreds of thousands of meters in the sky.
The second was metal ripple detection. This technology mainly used submarines, ships, and planes as detection targets.
The so-called anti-radar planes and stealth planes were actually used to counter such surveillance equipment.
The third is thermal monitoring technology. This kind of monitoring is mainly used in anti-missile systems or tracking missiles.
Chen Zhao mainly guarded against the third kind of surveillance technology.
Satellites at high altitudes could capture low-altitude or near-Earth heat sources.
If Chen Zhao flew too fast, his body would heat up.
He would be easily captured by thermal surveillance satellites.
He might even be mistaken for a plane or a missile.
Therefore, Chen Zhao would mostly move under the sea. This could reduce the heat emitted from his body.
Of course, if Chen Zhao wanted to fly high in the sky, he would try to slow down.
As long as he didn't heat up, he was basically invisible.
Unless someone saw him with the naked eye, he was almost impossible to discover.
Chen Zhao could only move at night.
If he flew in the sky during the day, he would be discovered too easily.
…
Psionic team headquarters.
Jeff Ryder was locked in a glass panoramic cell.
Jeff Ryder could feel that he was being used as bait.
Ever since he'd been brought here, the people here didn't care about him anymore.
Without any interrogation, he was directly sent to the cell.
Outside the glass cell, a few surveillance cameras were pointed at him.
In the control room, Vestana glanced at Britz beside her. "Will he come tonight?"
"That's possible," Britz said.
Just then, the external surveillance flashed a few times.
"There's a reaction from the surveillance outside Number 3," another member in the control room reminded.
A dozen figures appeared in the surveillance. They were all covered in a layer of black.
Only one person's face could be seen clearly.
"Search for this person's identity."
"Abram Medi, retired soldier, killer, mercenary. He used to be the boss of the Freak Gang on the streets of London. Disappeared two years ago."
"Is there any more information?"
"No."
"Isn't he a spiritualist?"
"There's no evidence that he's one."
"Then what are those black things around him?"
The black things were all equipped with all sorts of equipment.
"Britz, who's going to capture him?"
"It's best if we send a tank. After transforming, a tank is immune to these firearms."
Vestana nodded and picked up the microphone. "Tank, can you hear me? There's a bunch of weird guys outside. Go capture the one that looks the most human. The rest … are up to you."
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