Mr. Good Luck, who had been hiding in the downtown area, was recruited by Tang Ji, the troublemaker. This was a big deal among many groups.
The first thing that felt bad was naturally the naturalized people who had not yet recovered. The damage Tang Ji had done to them in the past few months was comparable to the results of the Joint Investigation Office's three or four years of war.
If he was allowed to get Mr. Good Luck again, these naturalized people felt that they might be frightened and choked to death by the sudden appearance of Tang Ji when they drank water in the future.
Therefore, even though the descendants were leaving and ordering them to lurk, and even though the lurkers gave direct orders to shrink their defenses, they still used the forces in North America to destroy this alliance.
"The Chimera team has been assembled, with a total of one hundred and six people." A black man about two meters tall and with muscles like rocks saluted the senior naturalized person on the screen: "We are waiting for the plane to land. We are ready to fight.
Get ready and you can board the plane in thirty minutes."
"Very good, the target is traveling in a Beamon transport vehicle, and the target will not be missed even in the air." The senior executive of the naturalized person who was pushed up to the front desk looked a little ugly, but still ordered in a firm tone: "At the beginning of the operation
You may encounter some accidents beforehand and in action, but I believe you can overcome them."
"Of course, sir! We are the best!" The black officer's expression was also like a rock, giving people a sense of firmness and reliability.
"Looking forward to your good news." The senior management of the naturalized people ended the call in a hurry, leaving only the black officer with the same solemn expression.
Like the Hydra Team, the members of the Chimera Team are all superhumans. They are all soldiers carefully selected by the naturalized people. After proving their loyalty, they were given the status of superhumans.
But including the commander himself, only seven people in the entire team knew the purpose of the Naturalized Organization and the existence of the Adventers. The other soldiers thought they were working for some large group hiding in the dark.
They are usually broken up into a dozen small teams of varying sizes and stationed in several nearby cities to serve as the force guarantee for the naturalized organization.
Many of them have performed tasks in the casino, including but not limited to kidnapping superhumans, assassinating stumbling blocks, skipping treasured items, etc.
Mr. Good Luck Carl Wheeler is an iconic figure that cannot be avoided in the casino. They have carried out several missions against Mr. Good Luck, first with kidnapping and later with assassination.
As a result, several teams were lost, and the black officer also went from being the fourth in command to being the person in charge of the Chimera.
And now, the task of attacking Mr. Good Luck has finally fallen on his head. If he were not black, the higher-ups could have noticed how ugly his face looked in the video just now.
"Ali, who is our mission target?" His deputy was arranging equipment on the side. It had been a long time since they had encountered an operation where all members were called together. Many people gathered together and waited excitedly to bring disaster to the enemy.
"Tangji..." Ali felt his throat was a little dry and paused.
"It is indeed a difficult target, but we can handle it. There are more than a hundred of us, and he has less than ten people." The deputy opened the magazine and checked the bullets: "I really don't know what the higher-ups are thinking. The return time is around the corner. We
Why are you still so timid? You should have killed that Asian guy long ago!"
"And Mr. Good Luck." After Ali finished the second half of his sentence, the target was so frightened that the deputy dropped the bullet on the ground.
"Who?" the deputy confirmed again while bending down to pick up the bullet.
As a result, when he lowered his head, he knocked over the bullet box next to him. Slender needle-type armor-piercing bullets rolled all over the ground. A soldier wearing exoskeleton equipment and carrying a mortar box suddenly slipped to the ground.
The shell box was thrown backwards with mechanical assistance, drawing several beautiful curves in the air.
Ali knew that this thing had anti-collision protection, but he also knew what kind of enemy he was facing, so he rushed out without any hesitation.
His deputy was obviously aware of something, but looking at the needle-shaped bullets all around him, he could only smile bitterly and lay on the ground with his head in his hands before the shells hit the ground.
boom!
A shell with a failed safety hit the munitions pile, detonating other explosives and destroying a third of the warehouse.
The blazing flames and the continuous explosions caused the Chimera team to lose nearly half of its manpower.
These people had basically been injected with the ability to recover from cancer, but this made the scene even more tragic. Several soldiers had half of their bodies cut off, but they still maintained their consciousness and could only watch the flames burn.
Ali got up from the ground and fell to the ground again. He escaped the explosion, but his body was penetrated by armor-piercing bombs twice in a row. He could only lie on the ground and wait for his body to recover.
But soon, he felt an abnormal cyst at the wound site, and he suddenly showed a desperate expression.
At this time, the transport plane that was supposed to land on the runway and take them to attack the enemy finally appeared crookedly on the horizon, leaving a frightening gray trail in the sky.
Ali smiled bitterly, turned over vigorously, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it for himself, watching the plane try to correct its course, and then crashed directly towards where he was.
The last expression he left to the world seemed to have the words "Tired, destroy it". The Chimera team, which experienced two accidents in a row, left only seventeen survivors for the naturalized people, all of whom unfortunately entered
cancer stage.
The Chimera Squad, one of the four directly affiliated armed forces established by the naturalized people in North America for more than ten years, has been eliminated from today.
Billions of funds and countless manpower investment were just destroyed in ashes. It only took less than half an hour. It burned faster than paper.
This wasn't the end of the story. The high-level naturalized person who issued the direct order encountered a car accident on the way to the safe house five minutes after the Chimera team was destroyed.
Although he was lucky enough to survive, all his bodyguards were dead. In order to prevent the car from exploding and other accidents, he left the main road and walked into an alley.
When the follow-up bodyguards and law enforcers arrived, this high-ranking official who had a certain status among the naturalized people had turned into a dead body.
The person who killed him not only took away his expensive watch and wallet, but also took away his suit and his leather shoes.
Afterwards, surveillance video showed that when he died, there was only three seconds between him and the bodyguards who arrived first. If he had covered the wound harder and if the bodyguards had speeded up, the story would have been completely different.
And the instigator of all this was currently lying in a pile of money, looking through Playboy magazines in boredom.
Carl Wille had a pair of dark circles under his eyes. It was obvious that the affluent life during this period had caused him to lose his good habit of falling asleep even if he covered up newspapers under the bridge in his early years.
Tony and Ethan were muttering in a corner not far away for a long time. Tony suddenly stood up, stood in front of Carl Wilo holding two dice, and said with excitement: "Do it again! I don't believe it.
You can still win this way!”
"The result will be the same a few more times." Carl Wilo is a man who has seen the big world. He is completely uninterested in this kind of small bet just to prove his ability. He casually took the dice and threw it on the ground, two sixes.
Tony turned his head and glared at Ethan, as if asking: Didn't you master the magnetic field?
Ethan shrugged innocently, obviously confused. The two of them had lost forty-four times in a row. During this period, they tried many cheating methods, but the result was still forty-four consecutive losses.
"I want to get off the car and go to the toilet!" Carl Wilo knocked on Tang Ji's chair: "It's been almost seven hours, let's stop for a while and relax!"
Tang Ji looked at the route map and frowned. He subconsciously wanted to reject the request, but he quickly realized it and signaled Martin to pull over.
"Do you have any omens?" Tang Ji asked.
"Omen? What omen?" Carl Wille looked confused: "My bladder can't hold it anymore, does that count?"
"Oh! You want to ask if my ability is at work?" Carl Wilo showed a complicated smile: "I'm afraid this will always be a secret. I can't tell whether what happened to me is what I did.
Was there a directional choice, or the outcome was already decided, and I was just guided to make the right choice."
"What did he mean by that?" Martin looked at Mr. Good Luck with confusion, and was very dissatisfied with the bitter look on his face. He felt that a person with such ability should wear a smile like the sun god every day.
To give back to the world.
"God knows, but fortunately there are people who will give us a headache." Tang Ji's brain has learned to block philosophical questions about Mr. Good Luck.
Martin drove the behemoth into a shadow. Even though the air conditioner kept blowing cold air, the heavy vehicle, which was completely covered with metal armor, was still scorched by the sun like a steamer.
Mr. Good Luck opened the car door, enjoyed the comfort brought by the natural wind, stretched his muscles and bones, and then began to look for a place to solve his personal physiological problems.
Although there is a bathroom in the car, a person who is used to a luxurious bathroom with a large square meter really cannot urinate in a car bathroom that is less than two square meters.
Just after they got out of the car, a large drone belonging to the Joint Investigation Office slowly passed by at high altitude and transmitted high-definition photos of the area one by one back to the main office of Mikkelsen's office.
"Sorry, Commissioner, we still haven't found the target vehicle." The intelligence analysis expert looked at the dozens of G-sized photo groups with confusion, and a car as big as this disappeared out of thin air.
Based on their past experience, they would be right to blame superhumans for this incident.
Mikkelsen glanced at the photo group with an expressionless expression, and then threw these things in the trash can. Although he did not show an angry expression, the emotion was already shown in his actions.
The intelligence analysis expert found an excuse and fled quickly. This was the first time he had seen this legendary senior special agent angry.
Mikkelsen was indeed a little agitated, but not to the point of anger. He just felt that things were starting to get a little out of his control.
Mr. Good Luck has always been regarded as a strategic talent by him, but he has tried several times, whether he was polite and sent an invitation letter, or sent people to the casino to arrest him, but he failed.
Even if Mikkelsen went to the casino in person to meet Mr. Lucky, it would still end in failure.
Revealing the existence of Mr. Good Luck to Wu Qianying and tempting Tang Ji to give it a try was just an impromptu idea on his part, and it was also a test for both parties.
But now it seems that this idea was too sudden at the time, and seemed to be inconsistent with his previous caution.
This was what really made him emotional. Mikkelsen found that he still couldn't tell whether it was impulsive or whether he was really affected by Mr. Good Luck's ability.
This feeling of being manipulated made the always proud Mikkelsen feel as uncomfortable as being forced to eat three boxes of canned herrings.
Tang Ji has mastered Mr. Good Luck, which is good news in the long run. At least now Carl Wilo's ability has been effectively used instead of wasting time in the casino.
Mikkelsen quickly put aside his little unhappiness and began to think about how he could control Tang Ji through Wu Qianying, and then bring Mr. Good Luck's influence into his plan.
For an extremely dangerous superhuman like Mr. Good Luck, having two layers of safety valves in between seemed to be more beneficial to him, but all he had to do was put in more thinking and planning.
That has become instinctive to him. The whole world is just a chessboard to him. He already knows when to place the stone and when to kill the opponent's dragon.
It's just that the other player playing chess is currently in the long test stage and has not yet responded to his last move.
Thinking of this, Mikkelsen finally calmed down and contacted his secretary through an honest rotary dial phone: "Let the drones evacuate, cancel the orbit change application for the surveillance satellite, and end the surveillance plan for Carl Wilo."
"Understood." The secretary replied immediately.
But soon, the phone on Mikkelsen's desk rang, and he instinctively realized it was bad news.
"Mr. Commissioner, our drone rushed into a sudden thunderstorm and has lost the signal." The secretary seemed to be considering the words. After a brief pause, he reported the bad news again: "The satellite orbit change requirement you applied for previously
It has passed, but the space center has just received news that the orbiting satellite has malfunctioned and is making an emergency landing into the atmosphere. It is expected to be burned in one hour and thirty-eight minutes."
Snap!
The pen in Mikkelsen's hand was broken, but he still replied calmly: "Then just cancel the surveillance plan for Carl Wilo."
"They reported that a small explosion occurred 20 kilometers away from the place where Carl Wilo last disappeared, and a plane crashed there." The secretary finally reported some good news: "Through image comparison, we found that
It’s a hidden airport, and it’s suspected to be related to Chimera. Do we need to send someone to investigate?”