Chapter 600
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"Die!"
Cadic clearly didn't want to waste his breath anymore.
He stabbed his knight's spear at Chen Zhao.
The next moment, a bronze sword appeared in Chen Zhao's hand. He raised it and swung it down.
Hiss —
Cadic's spear was cut in half. Chen Zhao swung his sword again.
Cadic's right arm was cut off!
Cadic was stunned. Kate was stunned too.
"Chen … you …"
"It's supernatural power," Chen Zhao said, carrying the bronze sword. "You make it sound like I don't know how to use it."
To put it bluntly, Cadic was a wizard.
How strong could a wizard be? Chen Zhao didn't know, but he could compare it to Pierce South.
Wizards usually didn't have very strong magic power and the spells they used were rather simple.
The heavens restricted their magic power, just like how the rules restricted demons from Hell.
This was why Pierce South had wanted to find the Sun King Golden Chalice.
He wanted to obtain more magic power from it.
Cold sweat beaded on Cadic's forehead. He didn't expect Chen Zhao to be a wizard too.
Thread the Needle! Kate saw strands of green hair extend from Chen Zhao's left palm. They were especially obvious in the dark sewer.
The black strands wrapped around Cadic's body, making it impossible for him to escape or move.
Chen Zhao pulled his left arm and Cadic was pulled before Chen Zhao and Kate.
Chen Zhao looked back at Kate and handed the bronze sword to her. "Can you do it?"
Kate took a deep breath and was about to raise the sword.
Chen Zhao snatched the sword away. "Let me do it. Otherwise, David will curse me to death."
With that, Chen Zhao didn't care if Kate agreed or not. The tip of the sword fell.
Chen Zhao knew that spiritualists usually had some strange abilities. To ensure Cadic's death, he cut off his head.
Cadic's armor disappeared too. His naked body floated in the dirty water.
"Chen, I think you have a lot of secrets."
"Ask David."
"David knows?"
"We've been through some things together," Chen Zhao said.
"Fine."
"Cut this part too. You know it's better not to publicize supernatural power."
"Are you afraid of being captured and dissected?"
"The government already knows about the existence of people like us, but even if you take it out and broadcast it, the government will probably suppress it."
Chen Zhao returned to the surveillance room and destroyed all the hard drives of the surveillance videos.
Not long after, the police arrived.
For all of Los Angeles, this was a sleepless night.
This was almost equivalent to a terrorist attack. More than a dozen innocent people were killed, and half of them were rich people in Los Angeles.
Dozens of robbers also died in the hotel.
…
"Hey, Chen, I know what happened at Hilda Hotel."
"Yes."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
"I heard that a man wearing a Spiderman mask saved everyone."
"Oh, really?"
Rasfa did not continue the topic. "Come over when you're free."
Just as Chen Zhao hung up, a car suddenly drove over with its high beams.
Chen Zhao immediately felt the blinding light and stepped on the brakes.
Just then, another car came from behind and blocked Chen Zhao's path of retreat.
Chen Zhao immediately prepared to attack. Someone got out of the car in front.
However, this person came over with his hands raised.
What does that mean? What does that mean?
The person walked to the car window. Chen Zhao looked at him in confusion.
"Hi, I'm West. I work for the Supernatural Organization of America."
"Supernatural Organization of America? What the hell? "
"Mr. Chen, I know you're a wizard."
Chen Zhao frowned. It seemed that he'd been exposed at some point.
However, Chen Zhao was very calm. He was not as nervous as he'd thought.
"And then? Are you going to arrest me? "
"No, I hope you can join us."
Chen Zhao rolled his eyes. "I'm a foreigner."
"As long as you want, you can get a permanent ID at any time."
"No, I think a green card is enough."
"Mr. Chen, even if you're a foreigner, you can still join us."
"Are there such organizations in every country, and everyone secretly fights against each other?"
"…" West reorganized his thoughts. "Mr. Chen, your imagination is too wild. Actually, our organization doesn't participate in any political battles. It's an international supernatural convention."
"F * ck you, there's even an international supernatural convention?"
"Our goal is to protect the influence of supernatural powers on ordinary people. Also, supernatural organizations in different countries only cooperate. There's no fighting. It's like the International Space Station. It's the result of cooperation between several countries."
"The International Space Station isn't in China."
"Mr. Chen, has anyone told you that it's easy to end a conversation like this?" West felt that talking to Chen Zhao was very depressing.
Chen Zhao shrugged helplessly. "You see, I'm law-abiding most of the time. How about you pretend that I don't exist?"
"It's precisely because you didn't use your abilities to commit crimes," West said. "That's why I'm talking to you now."
"Can you tell me how you found me?"
"In the past month, you've killed many people legally. Today, when you went to Hilda Hotel, we found your tracks through the surveillance cameras along the way."
"If I refuse, are you going to use force to force me?"
"Mr. Chen, we're stopping you legally. We're recognized by the government and the international community. We're not an illegal organization like you think."
"Then I refuse. Goodbye."
"Mr. Chen, wait … Let me finish."
West stood in front of the car. Chen Zhao couldn't drive even if he wanted to.
"We have a salary, a salary."
"How much?"
"Two hundred thousand a year."
"Goodbye."
"No, don't go. Let's talk more. I promise it won't be bad for you."
"I'm afraid of trouble the most."
"Mr. Chen, if you're afraid of nationality conflicts, you can register in China and then join the American Society as an expatriate."
"Does the American Supernatural Organization lack people that much? Even foreigners? "
West was about to cry. "You don't know. Not only do we lack people, but all of them are weak."
"…" It's not good to talk about yourself like that.
"We have 12 people in the organization right now. We can only handle normal supernatural incidents. We can't handle anything more serious. You can be our president."
"…"
"Let me think about it."
West grabbed Chen Zhao's steering wheel. "Mr. Chen, we can talk about the salary later. Come be our president."
Chen Zhao increasingly felt that the American Supernatural Organization wasn't reliable. West's face was full of begging.
"Mr. Chen, the youngest in our organization is only 15. We have to go on a security investigation mission in ten days. Can you bear to do that?"
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