The next afternoon, it was time for the establishment of the Coalition's Supernatural Bureau.
In the heart of Kecheng, the capital of the United States of Aquia—the largest nation within the Coalition—stood an ancient Western-style castle.
Inside the palace, Leia had a cigar clamped between his teeth. On the television screen in front of him, footage of the Coalition's central city was playing.
Knock, knock, knock!
A knock sounded at the door, which then opened to admit the director of the Coalition Intelligence Bureau.
He looked grim. “Mr. President, according to news from Orca City, Gerard has already taken his people and headed for the central city!”
“Hmph. Is Gerard unwilling to let us dilute his power? If he had behaved himself, I wouldn't have touched him. But since he's chosen this path, let him go. Gary, the president of the Eddie Society, is also Tier 3. If they actually fight, it's anyone's guess who will come out on top.”
“I want Gerard to understand that the Coalition doesn't lack supernatural beings; we lack obedient ones. If he wants to make a move, he can't blame us for being ruthless!” Leia said with a dark expression.
It wasn't just the Supernatural Bureau. The Coalition had already stationed heavy troops in the central city. Gerard's handling of the situation in Hama City had already made Leia uneasy.
If you don't care about Hama City today, would you also ignore it if something happened to him tomorrow? Holding so many supernatural beings in your hands yet constantly preserving your strength—did you want to become the master of the Coalition?
At this thought, a savage look gleamed in Leia's eyes. He wanted to control everything. Even supernatural beings had to be under his thumb; otherwise, he would feel insecure.
Listening to the words of the most powerful man in the Coalition, the intelligence director beside him couldn't help but feel a wave of awe.
Gerard, you dare to pull petty tricks before possessing absolute power? If you don't die, who will? His eyes flickered.
If Gerard had behaved, the Coalition would have at most cut the Demon Hunting Association's funding and reduced personnel support. Now, Gerard was simply courting death.
At seven in the evening, in the central city of the Coalition, the number of patrols on the streets had noticeably increased. Occasionally, squads of heavily armed soldiers in desert-colored military uniforms could be seen marching past.
At the entrance of the Hexagon Palace, security had reached its peak. A soldier stood every two meters, and an armored vehicle was parked every twenty meters or so.
In the sky, the roar of military helicopter engines was constant.
Luxury cars pulled up to the entrance one after another, and supernatural beings from all over the Coalition stepped out.
Each of them wore an arrogant expression, looking down on everyone else. After becoming supernatural beings, the gap between them and ordinary humans was practically equivalent to two different species.
A Black man dressed in hip-hop attire looked around at the soldiers. “As expected, power is truly intoxicating. Being the boss of a few cities doesn't compare to joining the Coalition.”
Behind him stood four other Black men, all of whom were supernatural beings.
“Hey, brother, you're the boss of the Black Brotherhood in Nige City, right? I've heard of you!” A voice called out from behind him.
The Black man turned around and saw a young white man walking over. Half of his face was covered in an exaggerated skull tattoo, and he wore a grin.
“Oh, brother, which faction are you from? Which faction!” Sensing an aura similar to his own, the Black man split his thick lips into a wide grin.
He was already a Tier 2 supernatural being, yet any random guy here was also Tier 2.
The young white man stepped forward and extended a hand. “Eddie Society, Vishan Eddie. President Gary is my cousin. I was sent by him to welcome everyone!”
Hearing this, the Black youth immediately shook his hand and smiled. “I heard President Gary—oh, look at my mouth, I should say Director Gary—has his strength really reached Tier 3?”
“Of course. There are barely any Tier 3s in the entire Coalition right now. Follow my cousin, and you won't lack women, money, or territory, brother!” At this, the young white man couldn't help but raise his head proudly.
Near the entrance, almost everyone from the Eddie Society, except for Gary, had gathered to receive these supernatural beings.
Inside an office on the second floor of the palace, Rupert stood by the window, watching the arriving supernatural beings outside.
He frowned slightly. “Is Gary not here yet? What is he doing? More and more supernatural beings are gathering. We need him to intimidate them.”
He didn't want to be here in his heart, but he was merely a puppet spokesperson pushed to the forefront. The one who truly held the reins in the Coalition was Leia.
“President, Director Gary said his grand entrance must have enough grandeur. We've already arranged for the local Inspector Bureau and mobilized some military personnel to handle it. He should be on his way by now.”
Among the officials under him in the office, a middle-aged white man spoke up.
Hearing this, a flash of disgust crossed Rupert's eyes.
These supernatural beings were all incredibly flashy, behaving like nouveau riche, which disgusted someone of noble birth like him to the core.
Outside the window, a crow flew past.
On a road about a dozen kilometers away from the palace.
The wail of sirens echoed down the street.
The entire road was currently blocked off, with dozens of black-and-white police cars leading the way.
The flashing red and blue lights forced the bewildered citizens lining both sides of the street to squint.
Following behind the police cars were twelve knights clad in silver plate armor.
Behind the knights, a black limousine stretched to twelve meters long followed.
Behind the limousine came armored vehicles.
“Who is that? Why is their entrance even grander than the President's?” a white man on the roadside asked, completely bewildered.
The key point was that there hadn't been any news about an important figure appearing today.
“No idea, but this display is massive. Hurry up, record it and post it online to farm some likes!” a Black man beside him said, quickly taking out his phone to record.
Many onlookers watched with gleaming eyes, fantasizing about how wonderful it would be if they were the ones sitting inside.
Inside the limousine, a muscular white man in his thirties with a shaved head and an evil spirit tattooed on the right side of his skull leaned back against the leather seat.
Holding a glass of red wine, he relished the envious and jealous stares of the commoners lining both sides of the street as they watched his private ride.
Gary couldn't help but let out a satisfied smile. “This is wonderful. Once I officially become the director, I'll travel with this exact lineup every single day. I want everyone in the Coalition to know my name, Gary Eddie!”
He downed the red wine in his glass, and a wavy-haired woman immediately stepped forward to pour him more.
Inhaling the perfume wafting from the woman, Gary was about to reach out and grope her when...
A cold, eerie voice suddenly rang out: “Officially become director? You have to survive to see that day!”
The voice came so suddenly that Gary froze, his wine glass halting mid-air.
“Who's there!” He whipped his head around, searching for the source of the voice.
When he looked out the car window, his pupils contracted.
The pedestrians outside had vanished at some point. The entire street was completely empty, and the wailing sirens had abruptly stopped.
When he turned back, the wavy-haired woman in front of him had also disappeared, and his limousine had come to a halt.
A bizarre atmosphere descended. Gary's expression instantly turned grim. “Is it someone from the Demon Hunting Association? Playing these kinds of tricks... do you dare to come out and face me?!”
As he spoke, he scanned his surroundings. His muscles swelled, lines of blood circulating across them. The moment the enemy appeared, they would receive his full-force strike.
When he turned his head back again, Gary froze once more.
Though he had been sitting inside the car just moments ago, he was now standing on the street.
There was absolutely nothing here. The police cars and knights had vanished, and the streetlights had grown dim.
For no apparent reason, a sliver of terror welled up in his heart.
“Who is it?! Who the hell is it?! Do you dare to fight me head-on?!” Gary roared, forcing down the inexplicable terror in his chest.
Step!
A footstep sounded behind him. Gary whipped around.
A blonde young man dressed in grey denim stood there.
A sneer played on his lips. “Gary, a piece of trash like you dares to act as a pawn for those politicians? Kneel and lick my shoes clean right now, then bring your people to join the Demon Hunting Association, and I might spare your life.”
“You're Gerard, the president of the Demon Hunting Association!” Gary clenched his fists tightly upon seeing the young man.
He had already received intelligence from the Coalition Intelligence Agency that the Demon Hunting Association was on the move and might target him.
Gerard didn't say a word. He merely watched Gary, whose muscles were swelling as he gathered strength to strike. “I gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it. The waters of the Coalition run very deep—deep enough to drown you.”
“Cut the crap! We're both Tier 3. Why would I be afraid of you?!” Gary's muscles were tensed to their absolute limit. He roared, his eyes wide as he prepared to strike.
Buzz!
Suddenly, his ears began to ring. The surrounding buildings shifted rapidly, transforming into terrifying monsters that stood four to five meters tall.
The aura emanating from these monsters far surpassed Tier 3. His face paled, and fear flooded his eyes. “Calamity... No, please, no!!!”
All the monsters lunged at him simultaneously. The sheer, overwhelming terror rendered him unable to move.
The moment the monsters pounced on him...
Pfft!
Inside the car, Gerard severed Gary's head with his left hand. The cut was perfectly clean. Gary's pupils were dilated, frozen in an expression of absolute horror.
Beside him, the wavy-haired blonde woman covered her mouth tightly with both hands, staring at the blonde young man in terror.
After the young man had appeared, Gary had suddenly frozen, a look of sheer panic washing over his face before his head was effortlessly taken.
Splat!
Blood sprayed from Gary's headless corpse. Gerard didn't bother to dodge, letting the arterial spray drench half of his body.
He casually pushed Gary's body aside and sat in Gary's seat, tossing the head onto the floor and stepping on it.
“Oh, beautiful lady, pour me a glass of red wine.” Gerard looked at the wavy-haired woman, flashing a gentlemanly smile.
But with half his face covered in blood and Gary's corpse still steaming beside them, the woman trembled violently with fear.
However, seeing his gaze slowly turn cold, she shakily picked up the wine bottle and a clean glass, pouring Gerard a serving.
Gerard took the glass and took a small sip. The blood from his face dripped into the glass, making the red wine look even more vibrant.
He turned his gaze out the window. The cabin was soundproof and sealed, so the driver had no idea what had happened in the back and continued driving.
The one-way glass prevented anyone outside from seeing the scene inside. Watching the pedestrians who were holding up their phones to take photos,
Gerard's gaze was ice-cold. The Coalition is my territory. You rotten fish and prawns actually dare to stretch your hands in here? Let's see how many lives you have to lose!
Didn't those politicians want to use the Supernatural Bureau to keep him in check? Once he slaughtered all these useless wastes, he would see who else in the Western Continent dared to oppose him.
He had come here completely alone this time; his other subordinates had already departed for the capitals of the various member nations.
This time, he wasn't just going to clean up the Supernatural Bureau. He was going to send all the politicians who had agreed to its establishment down to meet Satan.
As for whether they would corner themselves and resort to nuclear weapons—he would flee the moment he finished killing. It would be impossible for those guys to blow him up.
Outside, unnoticed by him, a crow perched on the edge of a ten-story building's roof.
Its black eyes watched everything that transpired inside the car.
This wave of energy... is it an illusion that can manipulate the fear in a person's heart? A thoughtful look appeared in the crow's eyes.
In the sky, crows flew past from time to time.
No one knew how many crows were scattered across the entire central city, monitoring everything.
This included the heavy artillery units stationed in the shadows by the Coalition high-level officials, and even missile units hidden within the city.
Under the crow's watchful gaze, the convoy disappeared at the end of its line of sight.
Weee-wooo!
Outside the Hexagon Palace, when the sound of sirens echoed, all the arriving supernatural beings gathered at the entrance to wait.
This was the director of the Supernatural Bureau, a Tier 3 powerhouse who would be their superior.
In front of the crowd, Rupert watched as the extra-long limousine slowly ground to a halt.
Gary's cousin, Vishan, immediately pushed aside the staff member who was about to open the door. With a grin on his face, he jogged over to open it himself. “Everyone, the director of the Supernatural Bureau, Gary Eddie, has arrived!”
With that, he pulled the car door open, turning to look at the supernatural beings with a smug expression.
Thud!
The door opened, and a headless corpse tumbled out. A thick, metallic stench of blood instantly assaulted Vishan's nose.
A few meters away, Rupert and the rest of the supernatural beings paled in shock.
From inside the car, a shaved head was tossed out.
Thud!
The head landed right in front of Rupert. He looked down at it, his face turning ashen as panic flashed in his eyes. “Gary!”
The other supernatural beings nearby craned their necks to look. They saw that Gary's face was frozen in a state of absolute terror, as if he had witnessed some ultimate horror right before his death.
“Hiss! Isn't Gary a Tier 3 supernatural being? Who on earth could make him die in such sheer terror?!” The Black youth in hip-hop attire gasped, his thick lips parting.
“Damn it! Who killed my cousin?!” Standing by the car door, Vishan's eyes glowed with blue light as he spun around to roar into the car.
Swoosh!
A flash of grey light shot out, and a bloody hole appeared in Vishan's forehead.
His body collapsed straight to the ground.
“Rupert, did you and those politicians really think you could keep me in check with these rotten fish and prawns?” an angry voice rang out from inside the car.
Gerard stepped out of the car with a dark expression. He scanned the thirty-odd supernatural beings standing around, all of whom had come to join the Supernatural Bureau.
At this moment, these supernatural beings all backed away, distancing themselves from Rupert and the Eddie Society members.
Staring at Gerard's body, half-drenched in blood, Rupert suppressed his terror and said in a low voice, “President Gerard, you know that with my status, I don't have a say among the high-level officials. This was all led by President Leia and the others.”
Even as he spoke, the officials standing inside took large strides to run further into the building. They were going to notify the ambushing military forces to take action.
Ideally, a single missile would blow Gerard to pieces.
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