At an intersection some distance from the motel, several black cars pulled over.
In addition to the collaborators in black uniforms, there were also a few people in plain clothes.
Among them were Lin Zheyuan, Lin Lu, the arsonist Uncle Gong from last time, and a woman in a gray cloak.
Wen Wen focused on the woman for a moment. In the Federation, cloaks had long since become a thing of the past. In modern society, few people wear them. Walking down the street in one wouldn't conceal your identity; it would just attract a lot of curious looks.
So, why was she wearing a cloak?
However, since she was from the Hunter Association, she probably wasn't relying on strange clothing to catch people's attention...
Wen Wen approached Lin Zheyuan directly and said, "At the Shuanghong Motel, the third floor, in the room by the window—they're staying there! They're the only guests at the motel; the owner lives downstairs."
"There are three of them in total. One is a confirmed member of a secret organization, who can manipulate others' actions and release black mist to attack. He's also highly perceptive, and will notice if any superhuman gets close.
Another is a black man named Wilson. I took a commission from his wife to bring him back home. His ability is a pair of metal wings on his back that can change shape. I'll handle him—I'm confident I can take him down."
"As for the other one… all I know is that he's a man in black. I don't have any other details."
After hearing Wen Wen's words, Lin Zheyuan asked in surprise, "Didn't you say you didn't dare to get close to them?" Wen Wen's information had essentially saved them the investigative phase, allowing them to proceed directly to the operation.
"I didn't know at the time, but now I've figured it out. By the way, I spent 800 yuan on my informant to gather this info. Don't forget to reimburse me."
In reality, it only cost him a little over a hundred…
"Don't worry, you'll get your payment."
Lin Zheyuan replied helplessly. Despite his outward demeanor, he was truly impressed by Wen Wen's efficiency. Wen Wen was the most suited to being a free hunter of all the superhumans Lin Zheyuan had met.
"Alright, based on Detective Wen's information, the operation begins!"
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"You go outside for a while. I have some things to discuss with this gentleman."
Grandy sent Wilson, whose wounds had been bandaged, out to the hallway, while he began talking business with Mr. L.
"Is this someone your organization wants to recruit? Petty tricks, nothing impressive." Even in the room, Grandy couldn't see Mr. L's face clearly. But that was mutual. Members of these secret organizations rarely revealed their true faces.
"Skyscrapers are built brick by brick. Our Mithril Brotherhood is nowhere near as powerful as your Desecration Blood. Every new member is extremely valuable."
"You could just take the wings. That man has no real value—he's just dead weight."
"Heh, even if those wings didn't cause chaos after being separated from the host, finding a suitable host for them would be a huge hassle."
"Small-minded." Mr. L turned his head away with a cold snort.
"Let's not argue about that. Whether that kid is a superhuman or not, he's a tattletale. The Hunter Association probably has our location by now."
"Don't worry, no superhuman has approached the motel. And we don't have any of that kid's markers on us. Plus, we cleaned ourselves thoroughly. Not even a vampire could track us."
Grandy balanced on the back of a chair, standing in a bizarre position as he spoke.
"It's still better to be cautious... Under different circumstances, I might even attack you myself. But I need your help now, so you should be careful. If those hounds catch your scent, I'll be in trouble too."
"You talk as if you're safe from us," Grandy sneered, still on guard against Mr. L.
In terms of power, Mr. L wasn't much stronger than him. But even within secret organizations, the reputation of Desecration Blood was infamous. Grandy had to be extremely cautious.
Suddenly, Grandy's expression changed. The number of ordinary people around the motel was decreasing... and quickly! Rather than just decreasing, it seemed like they were evacuating!
"The Hunter Association has found us. L, did you expose our location?"
Grandy had taken steps to conceal their presence, and no one had followed them on their way here. The only explanation for being discovered was that someone had tipped off their location!
"I'm here too. Why would I expose us and get caught myself?" Mr. L's face darkened. He couldn't figure out how they'd been found—they'd only been here for a few hours.
"It doesn't matter now. They still need time to get to us. Wilson, we..."
Boom!
An RPG rocket slammed into the room, exploding violently and blasting the two men off their feet. If not for their powerful superhuman abilities protecting them, this one shot would have ended them.
Even with their strength, facing a powerful modern weapon head-on meant they couldn't escape unscathed. Apart from some special types of superhumans, modern weapons posed a threat to almost all of them.
The Hunter Association's dominance over superhumans wasn't just due to their overwhelming numbers, but also because they could freely use modern weapons.
This advantage was something the secret organizations, who needed to keep a low profile, could never match.
After the rocket launch, several teams of collaborators, armed with various weapons, completely sealed off the area. Their task wasn't to confront the superhumans from the secret organizations head-on, but to handle the aftermath and prevent any unexpected incidents.
The flames from the explosion didn't dissipate; instead, they formed a powerful fireball floating in the air. Down below, a somewhat scruffy-looking Uncle Gong stood, coldly watching while smoking a cigarette.
"We moved too fast. We got careless," Mr. L said with a grim expression.
"It's not just one, but two members of secret organizations. This is trouble," Lin Zheyuan said, looking seriously at the upper floor. The energy waves from L and Grandy's resistance against the RPG were quite strong—neither of them were weak.
In battles between superhumans, numbers didn't always guarantee victory. But without a doubt, the more opponents, the greater the danger.
With four superhumans from the Hunter Association, they might have the upper hand, but there was no guarantee they could easily take down Mr. L and Grandy.
Mr. L and Grandy exchanged glances, understanding each other's intentions. They immediately split up and ran in different directions. Grandy didn't even bother with Wilson—he just took off like a flash.
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