497: Chapter 496: The Four Special Ability Users 497: Chapter 496: The Four Special Ability Users The intelligence network of the United States, with its advanced communication technology and satellite technology, provided support from satellites far out in space during any field operation.
Through satellite scanning, even the trees inside Angel Manor were clearly visible.
The command vehicle was moving rapidly, and other secret agents lying low in Los Angeles also began to move toward their planned positions according to the schedule.
Inside the command vehicle, after a series of commands were issued, Alora Craig waited nervously for the situation to develop.
This ti, she had mobilized all available forces; if Angel managed to escape again, she would definitely be demoted— even the White House was paying close attention to the incident.
“Beautiful, relax, don’t be nervous.
With the four of us taking action, no one will be able to escape,” said the four Seahawk team mbers who belonged to the Arican Super-powered Special Forces.
The Arican Seahawks, like China’s Dragon Group, dealt with issues beyond the imagination of the common people.
Every country in the world has its trump cards beyond military force and technology: talent is also crucial.
Those individuals born beyond the scope of normal humanity are highly valued by every country, and the United States is no exception.
In fact, their search wasn’t limited to within the United States; they scouted for these individuals worldwide and then, by various thods, recruited them.
After training, they beca a part of the Seahawks.
When Commander Alora Craig heard one of the Seahawk mbers speak, she took a deep breath and simply said, “Coffee.”
A staff mber imdiately brought a cup of coffee to Alora Craig.
She took a light sip and then gazed curiously at the four team mbers, “Although I know you are very powerful and understand you have secrets to keep, you can share what you’re allowed to divulge with , so I, as a commander, can be sowhat prepared or certain.”
“Beautiful, my na is Singer, and I was born with the special ability to control gravity!” Singer seed to be the leader of the four, and he was also an African Arican; his skin was as black as mud except for his teeth and the whites of his eyes.
He wore a leather trench coat and black sunglasses, looking both cool and handso.
“Gravity?
What does that an?
I’m rather curious,” Alora Craig’s eyes sparkled.
Although she was a high-ranking CIA official, she didn’t know many of the secrets of the Seahawks, whose powers fell under the jurisdiction of the Departnt of Defense and the White House.
“It’s simple,” shrugged Singer.
“Within ten ters of , your movents would be restricted.
You would feel as if gravity has vanished, and stepping on the ground would be like stepping on cotton, making you unsteady.
Usually, under such circumstances, anyone within ten ters becos a toy in my hands!”
“Heavens,” Alora Craig gasped in amazent.
It was truly miraculous.
“Haha…” Seeing Alora Craig and the staff’s surprised expressions, all four of the team mbers burst into laughter together.
They enjoyed playing tricks on ordinary people; it felt good, powerful.
“Alright, my turn now, respected commander, sir.
May I have the honor of inviting you to dinner after the mission?” Sitting next to Singer was a Caucasian man, tall and powerful, with bulging pectorals.
His arms appeared much thicker than Alora Craig’s thighs.
He was like a human bull, too big and strong.
“I’m very strong.
I’ll show you what a real man is!” the Caucasian chuckled maliciously.
Alora Craig scoffed, “I’ve seen plenty of fools like you; strong in body but useless when it counts.”
“Haha,” the Caucasian laughed.
“As to whether I’m any use, the commander can find out by trying.”
“My na is Mountain Cannon.
I don’t have any special skills, but I was born with the strength of a giant elephant.
I can tear apart the fiercest tiger with my bare hands.”
“If you succeed tonight, I wouldn’t mind having dinner with you all,” said Alora Craig nonchalantly.
“Haha.” Everyone laughed again, and then the third man stood up very gentlemanly, giving a slight bow to Alora Craig, “Miss Alora Craig, please, I beg you, don’t stoop to dining with these vulgar, lowly, disgusting, brainless idiots.
They’re just humanoid machines.
Only I, ‘Arthur,’ am a real, tasteful, cultured, normal human being.”
This Arthur had blue eyes and blue hair, seemingly in his mid-twenties.
He wore a tailcoat, looking very handso and dapper with his curly hair, like a gentleman, like a noble.
“So, normal Arthur, what kind of power do you have?” Alora teased.
“Look into my eyes…
My eyes will tell you…” Arthur said with a faint smile.
Alora looked into Arthur’s eyes, puzzled, then suddenly she paused, and then…
in front of everyone in the car, she blurted out, “Arthur, I love you, can we go to bed?”
With a “smack” sound, just as Alora was about to continue, Arthur’s head was clobbered with a slap from Singer that almost floored him!
“Vulgar, violent, you machines!” Arthur cursed loudly.
Alora ca to her senses but had no idea what had just happened, looking around in confusion.
“What just happened?” she asked.
“Nothing much, he took control of your soul.
He’s a master of hypnosis, the mont you make eye contact with him, he can instantly hypnotize you, control a thought in your subconscious…
Oh right, you just said you’re in love with Arthur and want to sleep with him!”
“You…” Hearing Singer’s words, Alora was so angry she almost passed out.
Arthur had an innocent look and just shrugged.
“Is it my turn now?” The last one was a half-blood, with an Eastern face, but also a big Arican nose and slightly yellow eyes, short in stature.
“My na is Sakura Hideso, I’m a magician, beauty, I should be the one having dinner with you tonight!”
With a “whoosh,” like a magic trick, as he snapped his fingers, a bright red rose seemingly appeared out of nowhere and was handed to Alora!
“It’s a real flower!” Alora took it and sniffed, “Where did you hide it?”
“In his butt, hahaha…” All four teammates roared with laughter.
Disgusted, Alora threw the rose away, then suddenly said coldly, “Well, magical gentlen, I hope you won’t disappoint tonight.
Get to work, stop the car!”
With a “screech,” the lead car stopped in the suburbs, about three kiloters from Angel Manor.
“Beauty, wait for to co back tonight.
I’ll show you what a real big gun is, hahaha…” Singer boasted, pounding his chest noisily.
Standing up, he had to stoop because he was so tall.
Singer, Arthur, and Sakura Hideso got out of the car one after another.
Singer, like a small mountain, hopped out too, and then the four imdiately split up, advancing toward Angel Villa from different directions.
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PS: Just to clarify, it isn’t the uncle’s problem with updates; it’s the website’s issue.
The reason is that the previous eighty-two chapters were banned, that is, deleted, for being too provocative, and then the sequence of the following chapters got ssed up.
It took a long ti to figure it out.
Actually, I had prepared today’s update in advance, wanting to leave you with the impression of being diligent and serious, but damn the harmonious Divine Beast ruined my image.
In truth, the uncle is the purest of all.
Four chapters are finished, and this chapter is also delivered in advance; I really am diligent, don’t bla , and don’t throw eggs at .
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