I'm an antique shop owner, so it's reasonable for me to know some magic

Chapter 547

When Casper opened his eyes again, he found himself in a hospital bed.

He didn't rush to check his surroundings, because he was very familiar with the scene before him.

This is the Carrington family's comprehensive research institute.

After confirming the existence of supernatural powers, the Carrington family began allocating funds for related research.

When it comes to profit, the leaders of these old money families have a much stronger sense of smell than the government officials who run talent shows.

"Your body is severely overworked, and all your indicators are very dangerous. It's best not to move around."

A man's voice came from beside Casper.

The former turned his head with difficulty and saw a middle-aged man closing the door to the side.

Elijah.

Kasper instinctively uttered the name of the visitor.

Elijah Thomas Carrington.

The head of the Carrington family's research on superhuman abilities previously worked in the field of biomedicine, which led him to be very interested in the physical structure of superhumans, and he even used himself as an experimental subject.

Kasper inadvertently witnessed the other party carefully peeling back the skin and flesh of his forearm to conduct various drug experiments on the bright red muscle.

Elijah's wealth and status provided ample material for research; he did this simply because he was a complete madman.

How did I move here from London?

"We received your call 48 hours ago and urgently dispatched relevant personnel in London to retrieve you, and then transferred you to the United States by special plane."

These trivial matters can be discussed later. Before that, you need to tell me exactly what's going on with that poor boy from the antique shop.

Elijah leaned forward slightly, his expression excited.

"Were the abilities he displayed in the live broadcast from Britain real? Or were they just some kind of second-rate superpower that could interfere with electronic imaging?"

"Those are all true."

Kasper slowly recounts the horrific scene he witnessed before his escape.

"The power he possesses is different from that of other extraordinary individuals; it's hard to describe."

If I had to use an analogy, our abilities are applied to ourselves, allowing us to possess greater power, while that person has already transcended that scope.

His ability to influence the surrounding environment... that speed... that power... and his mastery of the elements... it was simply godlike...

I can tell you with certainty, Elijah, the superhumans your family has raised... no, even if all the superhuman power of your family were combined, they would not be a match for him!
Even when a tiger is injured, it is not something that a hunting dog can provoke.

You'd better abandon your plans as soon as possible.

"Were you scared out of your wits? But that's not surprising."

Elijah seemed unimpressed by Kaspar's description.

"After all, all the team members who went with you have met their maker."

Kasper remained silent with his head down, and only spoke after a long while.

"Your plan is foolish."

“For that level of superhuman, even national-level power is meaningless. He can infiltrate any military base at any time if he wants to.”

"Even underground shelters couldn't stop him."

"He had no connection with you before, so why would he deliberately invite trouble?"

Elijah still didn't take what he said to heart.

"If he really had that ability, he would have done all those things you mentioned long ago. Why doesn't someone who is not bound by any laws and cannot be punished by any violent organization roam the earth and rule as a king, instead of running around investigating those pointless paranormal phenomena?" "In the end, it's because his strength is not strong enough."

"Even if what you say is true, so what? This country, this human society, needs families like ours to support and function."

What happened after he killed us?

The world's most powerful nation—is this land to be led by a bunch of stupid, lowly people?!

Besides a family like ours, who else has the qualifications and ability to control all of this?!

At this point, Elijah adjusted his glasses.

"Does he really want to wage war against a behemoth like us for the lives of a few lowly people? Don't make me laugh."

"Untouchables..."

Kasper's suppressed anger finally broke free, and he let out a low chuckle.

"You seized the shop left to him by his adoptive father while he was away from America. Upon hearing that he was seriously injured, you couldn't wait to attack the people around him and then put out a bounty."

"Pressuring the Vatican, bringing actresses to 'special' banquets... let me guess what else you did?"
Did he drug another actress in a way he shouldn't have, hoping to control her mind and body and humiliate her?
Who do you think you're provoking?! A monster that can even slay demons!

Kasper roared, veins bulging on his neck.

He forced himself to get out of bed and removed the IV lines and electrodes from his body.

"I'm not going to fight to the death with you bunch of lunatics. I'm leaving... I'm leaving right now!"

The moment he stood up, he suddenly felt a sense of disorientation and confusion.

Is the dizziness caused by prolonged bed rest?
wrong……

He looked down at his feet, his feet in hospital shoes, and felt the cold ground.

It's as if these shoes don't exist at all.

The sounds of the medical equipment operating in the ward gradually diminished until they disappeared, replaced by the pattering of rain.

So cold.

The instant this thought entered Kasper's mind, everything before him shattered!
He stared blankly at everything before him.

The dilapidated buildings, the familiar streets, the drizzle falling from the sky, and the black-haired youth across the street whose outline could only be made out...

Unlike what he remembered, he did not have the nun's neck in his hand.

The latter, carrying another person on his back, stood unharmed beside the black-haired youth team, his clothes neat and clean, without even a drop of rain getting on him.

The cold rain condensed into small streams and flowed down Casper's cheeks, taking away almost all of his body heat.

Kasper desperately hoped that what he was seeing was a hallucination caused by post-traumatic stress disorder.

But at this moment, his mind is pathetically clear.

"Hallucination..."

His throat was dry, and he managed to utter this one word.

From the initial hostage situation to the subsequent escape, and then to the conversation with Elijah, everything was nothing more than an illusion implanted in his mind by the other party.

It was so subtle that he didn't even realize when he started to fall into it.

But at least one piece of information in that illusion was true.

That is, none of the superhumans who participated in the hunt survived.

(End of this chapter)