I adopted a child demon from the Gap, and I'm a special agent for the Bureau of Supernatural Ab

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Section 209, Chapter Twelve: Intertwined Dreams

In just six months, through a series of missions, the young man quickly rose from an outsider to a key member of the team, even getting closer to the position of team leader.

His formidable strength and extensive combat experience made him a trustworthy teammate in battle. His kind and gentle nature also earned him the affection of his teammates.

Unlike before World War III, the Huaxia Alliance, which was reorganized after the war, was much larger and included more than one race. For example, Nightingale, a woman in the team, was originally a member of the Freedom Alliance, but somehow ended up in the Huaxia Alliance after the war and joined the Azure Dragon Commando, a secret organization.

Her powerful healing abilities allowed her team members to recover quickly from injuries, which also saved the young man a lot of trouble. The girl would worry every time she discovered he was injured, forcing him to try every possible way to hide it, but this skilled doctor greatly increased his success rate.

Or perhaps he thought his success rate had increased; at least that's what he believed.

As a covert operation, the youth group faces not only domestic enemies, but also invading forces and international cooperation.

For example, right now, the young man is sitting on a plane bound for the European branch of the Freedom Alliance, pretending to be an ordinary passenger.

One by one, passengers boarded the plane, and announcements were made over the loudspeaker. The plane would take off in about two or three minutes. The young man sat lazily in his seat, seemingly no different from the other passengers.

However, his gaze kept drifting, intentionally or unintentionally, towards the seat in front of him, to a quiet man.

The objective of this mission is to capture the person in front of us: Od Bolzak.

The individual employs highly mobile magic bees capable of spreading the Dead Apostle virus, causing massive casualties and horrific accidents that are difficult to clean up. These bees are then used as commodities in the arms trade in war-torn regions and in dealings with terrorists. As a result, the individual is internationally wanted and has escaped capture several times. After obtaining the individual's case files, the young man resolves to personally apprehend them.

However, we cannot act immediately. Based on similar past cases, there is a possibility that injecting magic bees into the body could cause the swarm to go berserk if the owner dies. With a large number of people on the plane and the destination being a bustling urban area, an infection outbreak could quickly spiral out of control, causing numerous casualties.

Therefore, the young man's task was merely to monitor and track the target's movements. After all, he was only a member of the Huaxia Alliance providing support; the main force of the operation remained the local forces. According to the pre-arranged plan, they would first locate the other party's transaction location, apprehend their accomplices, and then proceed to the airport to lure the target to a secluded, enclosed area before making the arrest.

I have a feeling this plan isn't very reliable; I hope nothing goes wrong.

The young man prayed in his heart.

Based on previous information about the target, the other party seems to have made many enemies. Intelligence indicates that someone in the underground magic world may have hired assassins to kill the target. Although no other suspicious persons have been found so far, the young man has been keeping quiet and paying attention to any possible anomalies around him as a precaution.

Let's capture this criminal and all the bounty hunters attracted by his bounty, and complete this mission perfectly.

The young man made a silent decision in his heart and began to observe his surroundings more carefully.

Just then, he noticed a white-haired female passenger slowly walk forward and sit in the seat behind his target.

The person sitting in that spot, I remember, should be a member of the local special forces that our commando team was responsible for cooperating with. Is it this woman?

The young man made a rubbing motion with his hair, subtly activating the communication system, and coughed softly. This was a coded message requesting communication; under normal circumstances, the local armed forces should have contacted him quickly.

But half an hour passed, and even after the plane had taken off, there was still no response from the other party.

What's going on with these guys? Is the Freedom Alliance really that unreliable? Surely they can't possibly block police and military communications? Or did over thirty armed men and ability users take on five terrorists and get wiped out? It can't be that bad, can it?

Under these unusual circumstances, the young man hesitated to make any rash moves. As a powerful martial artist, he was not afraid of any magicians or superhumans, but the passengers on this plane were mostly ordinary people who could not survive the attack of the magic bees.

Moreover, with my abilities, capturing a magician perfectly without destroying the plane, and preventing his attacks from harming anyone in this densely populated area, is an extremely difficult challenge.

The young man was beginning to sense the trouble this mission would cause.

He gazed at the white-haired woman, contemplating whether to get up and go find her. But the thought of his target sitting right in front of him, a target who had evaded capture multiple times and possessed strong counter-surveillance capabilities, made the young man hesitant to take any action.

how should I do it?

As the sky gradually darkened, the lights inside the plane came on, but communications remained unrestored. The young man dared not be careless and kept a close eye on the target and the white-haired woman.

Just as it was getting closer to midnight, the white-haired woman suddenly moved.

When she first took her seat, the white-haired woman had been quietly reading, seemingly without making any strange moves. But when she suddenly reached out and gently drew a vertical line on the back of the seat in front of her, the young man keenly sensed a clear magical force. Then, the person who had been sitting quietly in the front row trembled, let out a muffled moan, and lowered their head.

In the youth's perception, the life signs of that target had gradually dissipated.

Are you kidding me? You took him down so easily?

The young man's eyes widened. He suddenly felt that all the time he had spent being vigilant and monitoring the guy had been wasted. If he could kill him so easily, he could have just punched him and taken him out.

Wait, that's not the problem!

The woman who had killed her target stood up silently. Her gaze swept around the room, and the young man quickly lowered his head, pretending to be just an ordinary passenger. She then walked towards the cargo hold at the back of the plane and quickly left the passenger area.

At this moment, the young man stood up and walked to the target who appeared to be merely bowing his head in silence, but was actually already dead.

It seemed like there was nothing wrong, but he didn't actually know what constituted a problem. After all, he was just a martial artist and couldn't directly probe the other person's internal condition like a magician. Although he had the ability to probe for life force, unfortunately, those magic bees weren't living beings, and unless they entered an active state, the young man couldn't detect them.

If she were there, she could probably tell if there was anything wrong with this man, right? But seeing such a gruesome dead thing doesn't seem quite right to her...

In short, after observing the dead magician for a while and confirming that nothing unusual had happened, the young man decided to head towards the warehouse. As a member of the Special Affairs Division, a legitimate department, the young man would not tolerate the existence of bounty hunters, these money-driven killers. Although he had killed a heinous criminal this time, who knew if the same person would turn on an innocent person for a bounty next time?

He walked past the passenger cabins filled with travelers and into the dimly lit cargo hold. The young man roughly guessed where his target would be and headed straight for the depths of the cargo hold, towards the target magician's luggage storage area. Then, just as he stepped onto the stairs after turning a corner, he heard the sound of a pistol being cocked.

"boom!"

Turning his head, the young man easily dodged the sudden attack. Next, a gust of wind approached from the side, its killing intent so strong that it made the young man frown. However, he paused, turned his body, and easily dodged the attack. At the same time, he struck the attacker with a palm, sending him flying and crashing heavily into the luggage rack.

"Well--"

The painful groans confirmed to the young man that this was indeed the white-haired woman from before. He looked around but found no hidden accomplices; however, he did smell a faint, almost imperceptible, burning odor. Turning around, he saw that the box belonging to the target magician had been completely burned to ashes.

Did they get rid of the Magic Bee? What's that guy up to?

Another gunshot rang out, and the young man instinctively dodged. The next moment, a barrage of gunfire erupted, and a large number of bullets rained down on him. Faced with this dense attack, the young man had no choice but to run. He leaped into the air, dodging the bullets while grabbing a piece of luggage from the luggage rack. He turned around and threw it at the head of the woman who had fired the shot, knocking her to the ground.

"Hmm, with this kind of reaction speed, could he be an A-level martial artist?"

Covering her reddened head, the woman spoke with some surprise, while quickly getting up and changing magazines to create distance.

"You got it right."

With a speed far exceeding that of his opponent, the young man swiftly stepped forward, seized the gun, attacked, and subdued the white-haired woman in front of him in an instant.

"Tsk!"

"Stop struggling, give up, and think carefully about what kind of lawyer you should hire. You should be glad that this time I was only acting as an assistant to the special science team, otherwise your head would be blown to bits by now."

The young man spoke loudly while firmly controlling the woman, giving her no chance to escape.

"Oh dear, oh dear, we've actually messed with the Special Sciences," the woman seemed somewhat surprised, stopping her struggling. "This time I'm really unlucky. I thought it would be over if I could easily take down the target."

"Don't even think about it. No matter who the target is, premeditated murder is a legitimate crime. You have no chance of escaping."

The young man spoke with righteous indignation.

"Oh, is it that strict? Even someone who has committed such heinous crimes cannot be considered a hero? I didn't expect the people in the Special Sciences to be so pedantic, even though he looks like just a big boy."

"Sorry, I'm over twenty years old, long past the age of a child. Although you seem to have done a good deed this time, who knows how many innocent people you bounty hunters have killed? People like you will do anything for money, so don't give me that 'heroic act' nonsense."

Thump!

"Who?"

The young man turned his head warily and saw that it seemed to be an airplane attendant. But the next moment, the attendant let out a roar and rushed towards the young man.

The dim light illuminated the waiter's bloodshot pupils and the blood and bits of flesh remaining at the corner of his mouth.

A dead apostle?!

The young man stared wide-eyed in disbelief at the waitress who had been smiling just minutes before, now charging towards him like a zombie.

Instinctively, he punched the girl who rushed up and sent her flying. The white-haired woman he had been controlling took the opportunity to break free, but the young man had no time to care. He was only looking at the waitress whose neck bone he had broken and who was now lying on the ground, as well as a magic bee hovering over her.

"Oh dear, is this the case?"

The white-haired woman standing beside him sighed, seemingly also unprepared for this turn of events.

"It's probably a magic bee stored inside the body? Tsk, I made a mistake. I was only focused on burning the magic bees inside the luggage, and I didn't realize that there were magic bees hidden inside the body."

How could this be, how could this be...

Clenching his fists, the young man's face was filled with disbelief. With his superior hearing, he could hear screams and crashes coming from the passenger cabin outside the cargo hold.

I didn't notice anything unusual before, so why now...?

"In short, we're in this together now, buddy, aren't we?"

The white-haired woman beside him smiled helplessly and said.

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Going home for National Day, it was one banquet after another, one gathering after another. A relative in Chengdu got married, and I had to take the train back and forth for two days. Then, the day after I got home, I took the train back to school. Ugh, what did I even do this holiday?

In short, here's a 3,700-word update. I apologize for the previous hiatus. Anyway, I'm going to sleep now; my head is spinning so badly it feels like it's about to explode.

Chapter 13, Section 210: A Fool's Dream

"It...did it really turn out like this..."

The young man clenched his fists, staring at the blood-soaked cabin before him.

Amidst the buzzing of bees, the cabin, once teeming with passengers, had become a playground for the Dead Men. These bloodthirsty creatures charged at the only two survivors, only to be killed by bullets and heavy punches. Within minutes, the once pristine cabin was covered in dismembered limbs and blood.

At this moment, the young man finally realized that he and the white-haired woman who was the culprit had survived on the entire passenger plane. Everyone else, without exception, had been turned into Dead Apostles by the Magic Bee.

"Damn it, if it weren't for you, things wouldn't have turned out like this!"

Clenching his fists, the young man was seething with rage and couldn't help but turn around, roaring at the white-haired woman in the cockpit who was fiddling with the controls.

"I didn't want things to turn out this way, but since it has already happened, I should focus more on my own survival."

The woman sighed, lit a cigarette, and continued fiddling with the buttons in front of the driver's seat.

"To put it bluntly, even if you are an A-level martial artist with thick skin and tough flesh, you still wouldn't be able to survive inside a crashed and exploding plane, right?"

Tsk!

Although he wanted nothing more than to punch her head into a two-dimensional plane, the young man, fully aware of the current situation, could only suppress his anger and watch her attempt to pilot the plane.

Unfortunately, the pilot had been infected and turned into a zombie, and was subsequently killed by the two men. The young man, completely clueless about piloting a commercial airliner, could only watch as the woman manipulated the cockpit and miraculously managed to fly the plane.