Teton, New Jersey
"Damn it, that old monster Alexander has overstepped his authority and mobilized the special forces squadron in the bureau..."
A bald, shiny Mediterranean man angrily walked into the headquarters of the Paranormal Investigation and Defense Agency.
“Mr. Director, hasn’t Alexander always used the power of the Bureau to clean up the mess for his descendants
I thought you were used to it!"
In the huge aquarium, a green-skinned fishman is swimming in the water.
His face, which looks like the alien ET, has gill-like organs on both sides, and he blows bubbles freely in the water tank.
"Okay, Fish Fillet, you better stay in the water. Where is Red Boy?"
The Mediterranean supervisor wiped his sweaty forehead with a tissue:
"I understand that Alexander called on the bureau's special agents in New York to clean up his descendants.
Yes, this is not the first time he has done this.
There's nothing we can do about it, since this old man is one of the founders of the Paranormal Investigation and Defense Bureau and the most senior paranormal investigator in the bureau!
But can anyone tell me why he would transfer people to Monaco, where there are no supernatural powers."
"Monaco," the fishman blew a bubble in the water, "Is it the Monaco that holds the antique car race
I like racing, and I heard that Tony Stark will also participate in this race, so I really want to go and see it in person."
The fishman raised his hand and looked at his unusual green skin:
"It looks like I can only watch the channel broadcast at home!"
The fishman looked at the bald supervisor with his bulging pure black eyes and added.
“And it’s a replay!”
"Tony Stark, for God's sake, Alexander is not going to go after Iron Man!"
The bald supervisor simply ignored the fishman's implicit protest against overtime.
The more I thought about a possible bald supervisor, the more my scalp tingled.
"No, Webber, get Alexander for me. I want to call him and ask him clearly!"
"Yes, sir!" A young agent picked up the encrypted phone beside him and dialed.
… … …
“Tony Stark, the rich human being, I’m not interested in him!
Don't worry, it won't have any impact, I'm just dealing with a gang leader with some supernatural powers!"
On a black ship belonging to the federal military, Alexander Corvinus stood at the bow holding a phone. He said a few simple perfunctory words and then hung up.
Standing at the bow, Alexander Corvinus rubbed his eyebrows with a headache.
For hundreds of years, he had been almost broken-hearted for his two sons, especially Marcus.
In order to coordinate the relationship between his vampire tribe and the human government, he had to compromise with the federal government and help them establish the so-called Supernatural Investigation and Defense Bureau.
Poor thing, he is already hundreds of years old, and has to deal with some strange magical races every day.
Now that his son is in trouble, he, a father who is hundreds of years old, has to run around and work hard.
"New York should have already started taking action by now!"
Alexander Corvinus muttered to himself as he looked at the buildings near New York Beach looming in the distance.
… …
"Shit! Webb, give me a list of names for the Monaco race! Urgently!"
Paranormal Investigation and Defense Bureau Headquarters
The bald supervisor hung up the phone, cursed viciously, and gave instructions to the young agent beside him.
"And you, Fishball, if you don't want to work overtime, find the whereabouts of Urnos as soon as possible. Someone saw this dark wizard who survived the Middle Ages appear in the Troll Black Market recently.
In the past two months, one hundred and twenty-eight people have died at his hands, including some big names from powerful magical races.
Find him before he causes more damage!"
"Okay, okay! I'll try my best!" The fishman surfaced and spit out a mouthful of water.
"Where is the red-skinned boy?"
The bald supervisor looked around but saw no sign of his top paranormal investigator.
"Bang!"
Just as he was asking the fishman, he suddenly saw the fishman covering his eyes with his hands, looking as if he couldn't bear to look at it.
Before he could react, a big red-skinned guy was thrown out of a room and knocked him to the ground.
"My waist! Red boy, just wait for me!"
The bald supervisor fell to the ground and let out a wail of pain!
… … … …
New York was quiet at three o'clock in the morning, and the street lights near an upscale villa area were turned off one by one.
In the night, several black commercial vehicles drove quietly to the vicinity of the manor with their lights off.
"The surveillance equipment at the manor has been cut off. I will try my best to create obstacles and delay the New York police, but you only have 20 minutes. Everyone, time it right... move!"
In the back seat of a black seven-seater commercial vehicle, after confirming that the computer experts had cut off the surveillance in the manor, the special forces commander of this operation raised his wrist, checked the time, and issued an order.
The doors of several commercial vehicles were opened at the same time.
A group of soldiers wearing black bulletproof vests, black hoods on their faces, and standard federal army helmets got out of the car and bent over as they moved toward the wall of the manor.
Soldiers in groups of two came to the courtyard wall and made fighting gestures to each other.
A soldier bent down slightly, folded his hands in front of his abdomen,
Another soldier stepped back a few steps, trotted and jumped onto his hand. The assisting soldier lifted his hands up and helped him climb onto the top of the wall.
Plop, plop…
Seven soldiers climbed over the wall at the same time and jumped into the courtyard of the manor.
Outside the manor, a dozen special agents from the Supernatural Investigation and Defense Bureau had already reached the manor gate under the cover of bushes.
If their colleagues who could only jump into the manor opened the gate, they could rush in and annihilate the enemies in the manor.
These special forces soldiers lay in the bushes, hiding themselves, and stared quietly at the gate in front of them.
But as time passed, the manor gate showed no sign of opening, and no sound came from inside the manor. It was terrifyingly silent!
"The eagle's nest calls the falcon, the eagle's nest calls the falcon..."
The special forces commander sitting in the business car also realized that something was wrong and wanted to call the soldiers into the manor through the command system.
But he waited for a long time, and there was no sound coming from the command system except the rustling sound of electricity.
"Calling Falcon Group B, calling Falcon Group B..."
There is an artificial lake behind Tang's Manor that leads to the waterway outside.
Several water ghost soldiers wearing black diving suits, oxygen masks on their heads, and small oxygen tanks on their waists slowly squatted down.
Trying not to make any splashes, they waited until their heads were completely submerged in the water and then began paddling their arms to dive into the manor from underwater.
"Aerie calling Falcon B, Aerie calling Falcon B..."
Several special agents quickly swam into the manor's artificial lake through the waterway.
I don’t know if it was because it was cold at night, but as soon as these water ghosts swam over the wall of the manor and entered the artificial lake, they felt the water temperature drop suddenly.
A water ghost soldier's feet were almost cramped due to the cold.
The water was a little turbid in the dark night, and he couldn't see the positions of his companions.
Looking up at the white light faintly shining through the water, he paddled his hands and was about to swim upwards.
At this moment, the earbud in his ear, which was also a waterproof communicator, rang.
The submarine soldier immediately stopped paddling and began to rhythmically type Morse code on the communicator.
"Falcon received, Eagle's Nest, please tell me..."
"Evacuate, emergency evacuate!"
The commander's urgent voice came from the communicator...
"receive!"
Gurgle…
After typing the Morse code, the water ghost soldier exhaled and turned around to swim back the way he came.
But as he swam, he suddenly felt something was wrong. Not only could he not find the waterway leading to the outside, but even several of his companions were nowhere to be found.
He shook his head and looked around for his companions in the dark water.
Wow…
At this moment, he suddenly heard the sound of water flowing behind him, and he turned around subconsciously.
The head was pressed right against a skull with green phosphorescent light coming out of its eye sockets.
Gurgle gurgle…
The water ghost soldier was so frightened that he couldn't help but open his mouth and let out a howl.
The oxygen plug in his mouth suddenly slipped off, and the lake water poured directly into his mouth, choking him and causing him to drink several large gulps of water.
He waved his hands and tried to struggle out of the water.
But the ankle seemed to be grasped tightly by a claw!
The water ghost soldier immediately realized what was grabbing him. His scalp was tingling and he tried desperately to swim out of the water, but a huge force pulled him directly under...
"Everyone, prepare to retreat!"
In the black business car, the commander of this operation issued orders to everyone on the communicator.
At the same time, the commander switched the communication channel and called the other two groups.
… … …
In Raccoon Town, under the cover of night, the bustling construction site returned to calm.
In front of the building leading to the Hive, a semi-trailer truck was parked at the door.
Four street cleaners in raincoats were busy back and forth between the building and the truck, throwing bulging black plastic bags into the refrigerated truck one by one.
"The eagle's nest calls the wolf's den, the eagle's nest calls the wolf's den..."
After throwing all the plastic bags into the car, a cleaner closed the door. At the moment the door closed, a faint sound was heard from inside a black plastic bag.