Esoteric Buddhism: To live as king in America

"Done!"

Ryan said with satisfaction:

"As long as it's not directly detected by high-level 'Revelation' spells, or its illusion is destroyed by physical disturbance, it can remain hidden for a long time. Once we have a safe place, we can move it away and study it slowly."

It was at this moment that Leo and Ain sounded the alarm. The building collapse seemed to have attracted the attention of others. This construction site was no longer a safe place to stay.

Fortunately, Matt had already cleaned up the bodies of the gangsters and assassins. As for the guns, bullets, and bloodstains, such things were common in this neighborhood of the city, and Mian simply didn't have the time to deal with them.

Under Ryan's guidance, Mian hid Matt's clone's corpse as quickly as possible.

He originally intended to carry the corpse himself, but unfortunately, the corpse was as heavy as half an ox, so he had to lead the way and let Ai Yin help carry the body.

Although the idea of ​​a child carrying an unseen corpse is utterly bizarre, there was no other way at the moment.

With Lisa by their side, the four of them quickly fled, carefully avoiding the police and surveillance cameras, and returned to their cheap hotel.

In the room they had booked, Mian finally breathed a sigh of relief as she placed Matt's doppelganger's corpse in the bathtub.

Bringing things from the outer wall into reality is not easy. In a sense, the corpses of superhumans are the only superhuman materials we can obtain in reality.

Looking at the corpse in the bathtub, Ryan in his consciousness space rubbed his hands together and said somewhat excitedly:

"This guy is a skin-transfer user. Even if it's just a clone, he still has the most usable body parts among all superhumans. Hurry up, start the dissection, I can't wait."

"Save your breath, we have other things to do now."

Mian ignored Ryan's persuasion and instead took out her phone to play Sherry's voice message.

At this very moment, this generous retired veteran is still in the fortune-telling tent in Luffy Park with another of Matt's alter egos.

Luffy Park was bustling with people, and the principles of the Hidden World restricted all superhumans from acting there. Furthermore, Sherry was a reasonable person; even if her strength wasn't as great as Ain's, she had still earned recognition from Matt's clone. His situation was actually safer than that of Mian and the other three.

Even so, if this dragged on, there was no guarantee that Matt, that madman, wouldn't do something rash. Mian knew that as the leader in Matt's eyes, she had to arrive as soon as possible to stabilize the situation.

Of course, Mian would need another piece of information in order for the negotiations to proceed smoothly.

He turned his gaze to the corpse in the bathtub, a plan beginning to take shape in his mind...

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What exactly is going on now?

At this moment, Matt, sitting in the fortune teller's tent, was rather uneasy.

When Matt saw that it wasn't "Mian" who had come, but a big-bearded man sitting in a chair with a swagger, he thought he might have a chance to get more information about these people, and he didn't hesitate to send out his clones when he found an opportunity.

However, nearly two hours had passed, and his clone still hadn't sent back any information.

Matt himself wanted to go out and search for his clone, but he was stared at intently by the big-bearded man in front of him.

The bearded man before them also appeared to be a "smith," his body seemingly untouched by modification, just that of a trained human. But "smiths" always relied more on external objects than their own bodies. They were adept at manipulating fire and performing various creative acts; who knew if the bearded man might suddenly pull out a massive weapon from somewhere, attracting the attention of the Secret Service.

Moreover, besides the worry of making a scene, Matt had a vague feeling that the bearded man in front of him was hiding some kind of secret, just like his first impression of "Mian".

All of this made Matt more cautious. But this caution eventually has its limits.

No matter how troublesome the guy opposite was, he wasn't someone he couldn't handle. If "Mian" didn't show up soon... a cold glint flashed in Matt's eyes. He would have to consider the worst possibility—that his actions had been betrayed. In that case, even at the great risk of being hunted by the Secret Service, he would have to take down the bearded man in front of him first, and then eliminate Mian and his group to prevent future troubles.

Just when he was almost getting impatient, Matt was suddenly struck by a flash of inspiration—the concealment spell he had set up in the park.

?

Wait, something's getting closer?

Through the concealment spells set up in the park, Matt sensed the presence of another version of himself, but for some reason, the presence of this other version of himself was a bit strange at this moment. It was very weak and had a hint of blood, as if he was injured.

And there seems to be another person following beside this other version of myself, that person is...

"Mian".

So that's how it is? Matt had planned for all sorts of scenarios before he arrived. Seeing his clone and Mian appear at the same time, he suddenly understood.

It seems that another version of myself found an opportunity to test Mian. But since Mian didn't die and my clone was injured, it means that the organization behind Mian probably does have some strength, to the point that my other self is renegotiating cooperation with them.

If that's the case, in order to gain the upper hand in the negotiations later, I might need to demonstrate more strength.

To the bearded man's astonishment, Mark stood up, carefully smoothing out every wrinkle on his suit, a flawless smile playing on his lips. He calmly walked to the tent flap, ready to offer the most impeccable "welcome" the moment "Mian" and his clone stepped inside.

Even if the opponent can harm another version of himself, it would only be at most a quarter of his own strength, and the game would still be under his control.

The footsteps outside the curtain became clearer, and the presence of another version of himself and Mian was now very close.

Mark's smile widened, and words of welcome were already poised to spill from his lips.

The curtain was suddenly pulled open with a whoosh.

"Welcome, Mr. Mian, you've really made me feel good..."

Matt's voice abruptly stopped, and his carefully prepared perfect smile froze instantly, as if frozen by invisible frost.

Outside the curtain, all was empty. The expected clone was nowhere to be seen; only Mian stood alone, like a cold statue against the backdrop of the surging crowd.

"Matt... 'sir'."

Mian deliberately emphasized the title, each syllable seeming to carry an icy chill. With a flick of his wrist, an inconspicuous cloth bag was roughly thrown at Matt.

"Open it and take a look, Mr. Matt."

His voice was deep and dangerous.

"This is a special gift I prepared for you... to mark our meeting."

Matt's smile vanished completely. He didn't speak, but silently took the bag, his fingers calmly untying the drawstring. The bag opened—and inside lay five neatly severed fingers.

Matt's fingers.