Odd Containment Specialist.

Chapter 718 York Evans

Lindy was familiar with this top-secret file, which recorded a secondary finisher in the Control Bureau.

The promotion standards for finishers are clearly defined from level one to level seven, but there are always exceptions. Some people's personal abilities are so special that measuring them by ordinary standards is as outrageous as classifying elephants as amphibians.

They are not like the quasi-level ones, who meet some of the conditions for promotion but are not qualified in other aspects. Their strength often spans across several abnormal levels and still has a huge impact.

If their level is set too high, they will not be able to reach that level of comprehensive ability, but it is clear that they are not at the current level either.

It's like a finisher with only level one anomaly and almost no defense ability, but with a certain probability of killing level three or even level four finishers. He would be called a secondary finisher.

Moreover, in some cases, the secondary finishers are even more powerful than the corresponding regular ones, such as the one they mentioned this time -

York Evans.

Before escaping the control bureau, he was a fourth-level extraordinary person who exceeded the limit by two levels. This allowed him to not worry about the leakage of spell power caused by using his supernatural powers, and also greatly increased the convenience of his hiding after escaping the control bureau.

And exceeding the limit by two levels made the power of his supernatural powers reach a level that was extremely difficult to handle.

Just imagine, the recipient needs to perform well in order to upgrade to the third abnormal level of scorpion spine, which consumes so many resources of the Control Bureau, and York Evans was born with a small scorpion spine.

Not only that, his abilities are also very powerful, and even contain some rules for judging rules.

He can manipulate light and make others see the pictures created by the light. When the other party cannot visually identify whether the picture is real or fake, his other senses will enter a "hypnotized" state and actively make corresponding perceptual feedback.

If this is the only effect, then Evans is not strong enough to require such a high level of confidentiality.

The most incomprehensible thing about Evans is his ultra-long-distance control of light. When he defected, the range of his ability had reached 3KM, which is five times more than the second living light control user in the Control Bureau.

The second one is a genius. Although his IQ is only 146, his computing power is comparable to that of a supercomputer.

While Evans's computing ability was far inferior to that of the second place, he could perfectly create optical illusions that were so realistic that they were very complex and could be maintained for a long time over a very large area.

Many experts in the Control Bureau believed that Evans had learned the forbidden knowledge about light, but the forbidden knowledge he knew was too naturally integrated into his cognition, so that he could not distinguish which part of what he knew was considered forbidden knowledge.

His records were kept in the archives of the Council of Scepters, and Lindy knew only the portion of Evans's information that he had access to.

York Evans is such a legendary figure, and is even called the legend behind the legend by insiders, because there is evidence that he participated in a large number of ultra-dangerous missions, but he never stayed with his teammates from beginning to end.

He has been acting with his teammates in various illusions, and the high level 6 supernatural priority makes it almost impossible for his teammates to see through Evans' illusions.

So few people know what Evens looks like, and it can even be said that it doesn’t matter what Evens looks like.

When a person can manipulate light, change his or her appearance at will, and influence all other senses through vision, then the person's physical appearance is no longer important.

Everyone is like a brain in a vat in front of Evans.

You thought you were shaking hands with Evans, but in fact you were shaking hands with the air. You thought you hit the wall, but in fact you hit the air.

Illusions that do not conform to entities in reality will be corrected to normal by Evans's supernatural powers, and the ultimate use of his supernatural powers goes far beyond this.

Even in the era when Evans was active, there was a saying: "As long as the opponent's abnormal resistance is not up to level seven, Evans may not win, but he will never lose." That's right, among the secondary finishers, Evans' level is level six, but his strength is even above that of an ordinary level six finisher.

His own low level was well compensated by the characteristics of his supernatural powers. The fact that he was not a level five transcendent allowed him to avoid the defect of the dissipation of spell power, allowing him to construct his own illusion more perfectly.

If the light controller on the writer's side is really York Evans, then the situation will be extremely tricky.

At this time, Lindy really hoped that Shianna was here. If Shianna was here, even York Evans would have something to talk about, because York cared about his daughter the most.

"Director Lin, don't take it too seriously. I was just saying it casually. The probability of it being him is very small." Modis reached his hand into the messy, wavy hair, picked out a piece of dandruff, shook it, and then said nonchalantly.

"Director Lin! Look!" an observer shouted, pointing at a picture on the big screen.

At the golf course where Yi Lei was, three figures flashed into the drone's surveillance field of view like lightning.

The three creatures had human bodies, but they crawled on all fours like animals, with their hip joints opened unnaturally, making them look like three four-legged spiders as they crawled on the ground.

These three should be humans, two males and one female.

They were like three wild beasts, slowly circling around Yi Lei. The three of them stepped on the corpses with their hands and feet. The flesh and blood dried up and fell off where they walked, revealing the bones. The blood evaporated into smoke, leaving black burnt stains.

And Yi Lei also stood up from the corpse seat, standing on the top of the pile of corpses like a gladiator welcoming a challenge in the ring.

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Xia Shou continued to advance along the planned route and met no one along the way.

After meeting Su Weiyu, he left Su Weiyu's walkie-talkie.

His walkie-talkie was broken, and Wei Yu had no other use for it except to contact him, and she could also search the corpses and borrow anyone's walkie-talkie.

Compared with Su Weiyu, Xia Shou has a stronger need for a walkie-talkie.

Just now, he finished listening to the battle situation on the public channel. The mopping-up operation was nearing its end, and the remaining bones were becoming more and more difficult to chew. Many teams have begun to merge.

The writer still hasn't shown up, and some people suspect that he is hiding in some alien space, but the headquarters' response is: Even if the writer can't be found, as long as all the rebels in the city can be eliminated, more time can be bought.

Everyone in the city focused their attention on the writer.

Only Xia Shou was thinking about the painter.

The conversation of the gods under the moonlight replayed in Xia Shou's mind again and again.

Under the moonlight, the golden retriever said that it felt that the painter would be the real namer this time.

(End of this chapter)