In a certain European country, in the lantern area, there is a room with dim pink lights and a decadent atmosphere.
Jerome was leaning on the bed with his shirtless body, a Havana cigar in his mouth, and looking at the phone intently.
On the screen of the mobile phone was the live webcast of the press conference on the May 25th case.
"Andreevitch is the murderer?"
Jerome narrowed his eyes slightly: "He is obviously the person pushed out by the president on purpose. The Han people are not stupid. They should be able to see why they still comply with the president's wishes. Did they reach some kind of deal with the president behind his back?"
"No, this is impossible. Weinuo Company's Transcendent Team and Angel Team are both in the hands of Chen Hao. The president and Chen Hao are at odds with each other. The Lighthouse Country is now at war with Han Country. How is it possible to reach a deal?"
"Perhaps the Han people have found the real culprit, but they cannot expose it, so they use Andreevich as a cover to give the public an explanation."
"The president must know something, but it's a pity that I can't get the words out of him."
"Although the case was closed and Chen Hao was not found, the hatred of killing my father will never be forgotten.
Chen Hao, no matter how powerful or superior you are, as long as I search carefully, I will definitely have the opportunity to take revenge on you personally!"
...Jerome thought, a sharp light flashed in his falcon-like eyes.
"What are you looking at?"
A woman's lazy voice sounded next to her, and a white arm stretched out from the bed: "You were so awesome last night, you made me feel like flying."
"Stop touching!"
Jerome was in a bad mood. He pushed the woman's arm away with a cold face, put out the cigar in the ashtray, then lifted up the quilt and started to get dressed.
The woman was not angry and said with a smile: "My Lord Extraordinary One, you are so ruthless."
Jerome had just put on his coat and finished buttoning it, when he suddenly froze.
He slowly turned around and looked at the woman: "How do you know I am a transcendent?"
The woman proudly stretched out her other hand from the quilt and shook the ID in her hand: "Master Extraordinary, don't you have super powers?
All the documents in the clothes fell on the bed, didn't you notice?"
Jerome stretched out his hand and the document in the woman's hand flew over automatically and fell into his hand.
It was the work ID of the International Extraordinary Anti-Crime Organization, which contained his name, position, age, gender and other information.
The woman exclaimed, and then her eyes became even more excited.
Today, although extraordinary beings are well known to everyone, in real life, ordinary people cannot see them at all.
After all, there is only one extraordinary person in a million, and they are even rarer than celebrities and rich people.
If she can get close to her, her destiny may be greatly changed.
"Falled on the bed?"
Jerome sneered and said, "You must have secretly taken the money from my pocket and found out my ID by accident."
He is a person with extraordinary mental power. How could he not notice anything if something fell from his body?
When the woman was exposed, she was not embarrassed, but showed a charming smile: "Isn't this more proof that we are destined?
Lord Extraordinary, do you... like me?"
As she spoke, she stood up from the bed and struck a sultry and seductive pose.
Jerome's face was expressionless: "It is indeed destined."
He stretched out his hands and made a twisting movement in the air.
There was a click! The woman's neck was instantly twisted 180 degrees, her cervical vertebrae were broken, and she fell on the bed with a face full of shock.
"Unfortunately, it's a bad fate."
Jerome said coldly, turned around and left.
The identities of the members of the International Extraordinary Anti-Crime Organization are kept secret to prevent them from spreading and being known by some extremely vicious extraordinary criminals who may seek revenge on their families.
Originally, Jerome could use his mental power to erase the woman's memory, but he was too lazy to do so and just killed her.
After all, she is just a despicable plan girl.
"This killing method is good, I like it."
Suddenly, a voice sounded in Jerome's ear.
Jerome's expression changed drastically.
As a top spiritual person, he didn't notice anyone lurking next to him. How could this be possible?
However, Jerome was very experienced and did not hesitate at all. He jumped up and ran away at the tip of his toes.
But it's still a step too late.
Click! A huge force twisted his head 180 degrees, easily breaking his cervical vertebrae.
"No..." Jerome couldn't scream, roaring in his heart, desperately urging his mental power to protect the broken cervical vertebrae.
A ruptured cervical vertebra is only a serious injury to an extraordinary person. As long as the spinal cord of the respiratory center is not damaged, one can still survive.
But a stronger mental force suppressed him, leaving Jerome unable to struggle.
Jerome could only gradually suffocate in despair and become confused.
A tall figure slowly appeared in front of him.
Jerome's pupils dilated instantly.
He recognized this figure.
He was one of the extraordinary team members who followed Chen Hao. His name seemed to be Yan Hai.
Throughout the May 25th case, these extraordinary team members spoke very little and stood behind Chen Hao most of the time, acting as a backdrop. They had no sense of presence compared to Fan Pengcheng's team members.
So Jerome had no impression of them.
Unexpectedly, any extraordinary member of the team would be able to instantly kill him, the vice president of the international extraordinary anti-crime organization.
That's ridiculous.
"The captain told me to be absolutely sure, so I brought all the magic weapons."
Yan Hai sighed, "I didn't expect you to be so weak. I'm so disappointed."
"Ha..." Jerome wanted to laugh, but couldn't.
"The chief instructor asked me to say hello to you on his behalf."
Yan Hai added: "Mr. Jerome, I wish you and your son will be reunited."
After speaking, he flicked his finger, and a spiritual flame instantly burst out on Jerome, engulfing Jerome mercilessly.
Yan Hai brushed his hair coquettishly and took out his satellite phone: "Report to the captain to complete the mission."
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure flashed and disappeared into thin air.
...Baicheng Prison, visiting room.
Chen Hao and Zheng Liguang sat face to face.
"Leader Zheng, what do you want to tell me?"
Chen Hao asked.
After Zheng Liguang was secretly arrested, someone sent a message saying that he wanted to talk to him. Chen Hao was not interested at first, but after thinking about it, he came anyway.
He is also curious about what these domestic opponents think of him.
Chen Hao added: "I'll have people turn off all the surveillance cameras. No one will eavesdrop. You can speak freely."
Zheng Liguang smiled and said: "It doesn't matter if you don't close it. Anyway, I can only retire here and die here."
His smile was very free and easy, without any bitterness or hatred, and he seemed not to care, which surprised Chen Hao.
After a long silence, Zheng Liguang said: "Chief instructor, am I wrong?"
Chen Hao didn't understand: "What's wrong?"
Zheng Liguang said: "I mean, I am against you, is it wrong?"