Chapter 601
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"Let go. I'm leaving."
"Mr. Chen, we don't have a single member who can fight. The last president was a voodoo from Mexico, but he resigned after one mission. And the one before that …"
West kept complaining. Chen Zhao realized that all the presidents of the Supernatural Organization were foreigners.
"Don't you have a local president?"
West looked at Chen Zhao with a pained expression. "I'm the president now."
"What?"
West almost cried. "I'm the president now, but before this, I was just a secretary. Every time there's an event, we have to ask for help from foreign organizations. It costs hundreds of thousands of dollars each time. In less than half a year, we've used up all our funds."
Chen Zhao's face darkened. "There are many capable witches in America, right? Why don't you ask them?"
West looked like he was constipated. He couldn't speak for a long time.
"Say something."
"They said they don't like us."
"None?"
"We hired a witch once."
"And then?"
"She cheated us of a million dollars and then disappeared."
"…"
For some reason, Chen Zhao felt that the Supernatural Organization was just a stupid organization.
West was helpless. Chen Zhao felt helpless too.
This was bullshit. If not for the fact that the organization had the word "America" in front, Chen Zhao would've stepped on the gas pedal.
"So you're lying when you said that if I use supernatural powers to commit crimes, you won't be the one to talk to me?"
"I'm not lying. The people behind us are ready to act at any time."
"Where are they? Call them out. "
Five people got out of the car behind them. One was a boy about Yura's age.
There was a non-mainstream mohawk, an old man with a cane, and two women. One wore glasses and looked nervous, while the other was full of vigor. She was probably the one with the most fighting spirit out of the five.
"These five are our main forces," West said.
Chen Zhao didn't know if it was an illusion, but West seemed a bit proud when he talked about the five of them.
Chen Zhao got out of the car. "Show me your talent, no, ability. Old man, you first."
West immediately waved his hand. "Bill, come here. Show me your true strength."
Bill took two steps forward with his crutch and tossed it aside. "Hah …"
Then, Chen Zhao saw the old man's body start expanding, becoming as big as the Hulk.
But the next moment, Bill began to shrink again and fell to the ground.
"I'm going to die … I'm going to die."
The others quickly helped Bill up. Chen Zhao rubbed his forehead.
At first, he really thought that this old man was very powerful.
In the end, you've already released in three seconds. That's way too fast.
"Bill isn't in a good state today. Usually, he can last thirty seconds."
West quickly waved his hand. "Come on, next. Moore, you're next."
Mo Er gulped and walked forward hesitantly.
"He has a family magic, Mor. Come."
Moore's body swayed. Chen Zhao rubbed his forehead. Two?
Chen Zhao thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. Yes, there were two.
"Cloning Technique?"
"That's right, Doppelganger Technique."
"And then?"
"And then what?"
"For example, becoming two. His combat power?"
"He's in a combat class recently," West said.
One child becoming two would double his combat power.
But isn't your base number a bit too low?
Fine, he's still a child. There's no need to be so demanding. He still has room for development … Maybe.
"Who's next?"
The non-mainstream mohawk man stepped forward. "I'm Morid. I'm an Emissary of Nature. I can control plants."
"Very good. Begin your performance."
This sounded reliable, although the outfit wasn't.
The non-mainstream Morid walked to the side of the road. Chen Zhao could feel the magic on him.
Then, a plant before him started moving. It walked out like a person.
Just like Eugenice the Forest Shepherd.
The only difference was that it was only one meter tall.
"I can only control such a big tree right now," Morid said confidently. "But my magic is growing quickly. I believe I can control a towering tree in the future."
Chen Zhao looked at the two women. They had completely different personalities. One was arrogant and the other was timid.
"What about you two?"
"I'll do it. I'm Jollinash. I'm good at elemental magic, especially wind."
Jollinash opened her arms. Chen Zhao immediately felt a strong gust of wind. Beside him, West couldn't stand still anymore. He grabbed the frame of the car tightly.
Huh? This was more reliable. It wasn't a joke anymore.
Jollinash's gust lasted for around a minute and finally stopped.
Although it still lacked some attack power, at least it could be considered as a proper spell.
"Not bad, lady," Chen Zhao said. "Are you Jollinash?"
"Yes." Jollinash seemed proud.
"What's her name?"
"Baliya." Jollinash pulled on the sleeve of the girl with glasses beside her.
"Hello, sir. I'm Baliya."
"Then begin your performance."
"Here?" Baliya asked.
"Is there any inconvenience?"
Baliya looked at West. West nodded. "Come."
Baliya took out a bracelet and handed it to Chen Zhao.
"What's this for?"
Baliya didn't speak. Her body started twisting. Then she tossed the glasses away and continued twisting.
Chen Zhao was confused, but something in his body seemed to have been activated.
Baliya started twisting and dragging her clothes.
Then, Chen Zhao's right arm suddenly swelled up. Everyone was shocked.
Even Chen Zhao himself was shocked. Baliya stopped her striptease and stared at Chen Zhao in shock.
"What's going on? Why is it suddenly activated?" Chen Zhao was confused. His Mouth of Gluttony hadn't been activated in a long time.
"Baliya has the bloodline of Godias. They have a special magic culture. It's similar to shaman's battle songs and dances. It can temporarily stimulate the potential of comrades."
"But … she's stripping, right?"
"She's never learned how to dance. Before we recruited her, she worked in an adult bar."
West paused and said, "As long as you hold her special bracelet, you can feel her battle dance."
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