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Chapter 505 Like a Beast

"I know."

The butcher took the package from Ma Zhaodi's hand: "You asked the question yourself, so what's your answer?"

"Just to clarify, I really don't know anything about this organization." Ma Zhaodi shrugged. "Let's be precise."

"God Gold. In short, 'Samaritan's Embrace' is a foundation, a superhuman charitable foundation, founded by Ezekiel, who is himself a superhuman whose body can twist and stretch like rubber."

Ma Zhaodi suddenly realized: "Oh, a low-budget version of Luffy."

"what?"

"It's not important, you can continue."

"That guy is a preacher. He spends all day on a shiny stage preaching about Jesus, saying that superpowers are a gift from God, that superhumans are God's apostles, and that Vought International is the spokesperson for God's messengers. He promotes all sorts of doctrines and is staunchly anti-gay."

Ma Zhaodi thought to himself, "I may not know about other places, but there really is no God or Jesus in this universe."

"Just to ask, why did you specifically mention his anti-homosexuality?"

"Because he's gay, every night he goes to a club called 'Secret Nest' at 29 East Street and hires two male models. That's one of the Superhumans' go-to spots for parties in New York; you can even see two Superhumans floating on the ceiling of the lobby—"

"Okay, that's enough. It would be impolite to say any more."

Ma Zhaodi rubbed his temples, trying to rein in the wild imagination running through his mind. The image of three burly men stacking meat patties was just too beautiful; he didn't even dare to think about it.

"In any case, having multiple leads is probably a good thing. Let's get the person out of here first."

Franky, who had been itching to get started, dashed to the door. Before anyone was prepared, he had already pulled out a lock pick and started to pry open the lock.

"I can tell, he really likes this woman." Breast milk couldn't help but chime in, "What about Shirley?"

"It hasn't developed that far yet, so now is not the time to criticize me."

Franky rolled his eyes, and at that moment the lock on the iron gate made a soft "click".

The door opened.

squeak-

As the old metal door hinges creaked and groaned, the woman huddled under the table turned her head toward the door as if by reflex; she seemed to have developed a conditioned reflex to opening the door.

"Couldn't you wait until we find some equipment or measures to subdue her before opening the door?"

"At least wait until we get our rifles!"

Frankie moved too quickly; the other two outside the door could only hastily draw their pistols and watch with tense expressions as the woman crawled out from under the table.

Her movements suddenly became very strange at that moment. She hunched over, stretched out her arms, and her eyes revealed a beast-like light as she rushed towards the iron gate on all fours.

boom!
The half-closed iron gate was flung open, and the woman pounced on Franky outside like a wolf, her fingernails tearing through the air like the claws of a wild beast.

"Holy crap, she's gone completely insane!"

The woman's movements were incredibly swift and agile. Even though Franky was prepared, he almost couldn't dodge her first bite.

"Gu——!"

A low gurgling sound came from his throat. As he staggered and fell to the ground, Franky watched as the woman with murderous eyes tore at his throat with both hands, and a sense of despair welled up in his heart.

"So fast." *Snap!*
Suddenly, a large hand reached out from the side and grabbed the woman's face.

"We don't know if there's something wrong with his thinking, but he's probably already mentally unstable."

"Don't fire, lest you alert the higher-ups."

Boom!
Before the woman could react, she was thrown violently to the ground.

Ma Zhaodi pressed down on her head, and seeing that she had been thrown and her head still didn't seem too dizzy, he pressed it a few more times.

dong dong dong
"boom!"

Seemingly disliking the feeling of being used as a hammer to smash the ground, the woman retaliated with an elbow strike. Ma Zhaodi dodged quickly, but the elbow strike left a small dent in the ground, accompanied by the crisp sound of bones cracking.

"They play an aggressive style, disregarding injuries."

Ma Zhaodi muttered to himself, then slammed her to the ground and slammed her down twice: "Her defense is quite average, and her physical strength and power are just like an ordinary superhuman. I can't figure out what her superpower is."

Just then, his hand touched the other person's elbow—intending to worsen her injury, but he suddenly discovered that the broken bone had returned to its original state.

"Self-healing?"

Ma Zhaodi thought for a moment, then changed his hand movements. The superpowered person who attacked based solely on instinct could not cause any ripples at his fingertips. Like a puppet on strings, his entire body's muscles and strength were thoroughly understood. Even with just a little guidance using the strength of an ordinary person, he could make her body's force become misaligned and disjointed.

Click, click!
A series of dislocated bones rang out, and the woman's body was almost completely broken apart. She convulsed and bounced on the ground, trying to get up, like a salted fish struggling to turn over.

"His fighting spirit is much stronger than the Invisible Man's. Has he been trained? Or is he just plain crazy?"

Seeing that the other person had lost the ability to move, Ma Zhaodi casually took out a gourd from his pocket and waved it under her nose.

A rich, unusual aroma of wine wafted into her nostrils, and the woman who had been so ferocious moments before suddenly became quiet. Her eyes blinked twice, but she couldn't resist the overwhelming intoxication and collapsed to the ground, falling into a deep sleep, completely unable to wake up.

Seeing this, the few people nearby, still in shock, finally realized how the gunmen outside had been turned into such a vegetative state, and became even more convinced that Ma Zhaodi was an Eastern wizard.

Superhumans rely on their own bodies; those who achieve this effect by using external objects are most likely not superhumans.

"God, finally it's quiet. This guy must have gone crazy."

Breast milk shook its head: "Do we really have to take her back?"

"Take her with you. She's probably quite important in Vought's plans. Even if she can't be a teammate, she can serve as a personal witness."

Seeing that Ma Zhaodi had spoken, the two instinctively looked at the butcher, who had always been the captain and made the decisions in previous operations.

The butcher didn't say anything, and simply carried the woman out.

Ma Zhaodi vaguely sensed that the butcher's current attitude might be related to his villainous affinity. This ability wasn't ineffective; rather, it required a period of contact to fundamentally change a person's attitude towards him.

After a while, Franky and Breast Milk will probably trust themselves as much as they trust the Butcher.

The men stripped off several gunmen's clothes and changed into them. They then used bottled water to wash the woman's face and covered her tattered clothes with a hooded delivery jacket. With this slight disguise, she wouldn't look like a savage.

What about the people outside?

"They just smelled it and won't sleep for long—but they might prefer to stay asleep after they wake up."

(End of this chapter)