142: Chapter 124: The Magical Eagle Eye, Another Team Destroyed (Additional 7 chapters for the alliance leader ‘Night’s Brilliance’) 142: Chapter 124: The Magical Eagle Eye, Another Team Destroyed (Additional 7 chapters for the alliance leader ‘Night’s Brilliance’) Brian was surprised to find that the originally silver-gray night had, in his eyes, turned into a slightly dimr but vibrant, morning-like world!
He could see in the dark now.
Beyond that,
a faint red light enveloped his entire field of vision.
Was this ultraviolet light?
With curiosity, Brian left the area to find a high vantage point where he began to study his eyes.
An eagle’s vision is actually not much different from that of humans, but it has about eight tis the range and excels at capturing moving objects, although its night vision is weaker.
He wondered what species this was, as its night vision was so strong!
Brian was astonished to find that he could not only see in the dark and perceive ultraviolet light, but he could also freely adjust the focus of his vision, clearly seeing tiny details at least three to four miles away.
He could integrate the human perspective into this sensory experience, making things in his view more vivid and clear.
The only change was that his pupils would constrict under these circumstances.
But unless soone looked closely, it was hard to notice anything unusual.
More miraculously,
Brian also discovered that, if needed, he could slow down the trajectory of living things in his sight.
Although limited by the speed of his own neural reflexes, aning his body couldn’t keep up with the ‘ti dilation’ effect of this dynamic vision, familiarity would undoubtedly allow Brian so extra reaction ti for unforeseen circumstances.
“My Supercomputer Perception fits so well with these enhancents like sll and perspective, making it easy for to adapt and control, and even to enhance…”
Brian was having a blast.
This joy of continuous strengthening was truly delightful.
However, Brian found that keeping the Eagle Eye perspective fully active for a long ti was like his enhanced sense of sll—it increased the cognitive load on his brain, leading to fatigue after just ten to twenty minutes.
Fortunately, it wasn’t a big influence.
The normal Eagle Eye was already enough for daily use.
There was usually no need to go full throttle.
…
With joy from his gains,
Brian returned to his car, preparing to leave.
Suddenly, he stopped the act of inserting the keys, narrowed his eyes, switched to his full-power Eagle Eye perspective, and looked up into the pitch-black sky.
Several kiloters away, about a dozen silent, hovering drones were quickly flying toward the circus.
“They move fast…”
A sense of dread sank in Brian’s heart.
The technological advancent of this world far exceeded that of his previous ti in the past.
Last ti in Forest Park, Brian had seen firsthand the advanced drones carried by ard helicopters.
This place was remote.
If he drove away now, he would be very conspicuous.
“Luckily, this car is ant to be disposable anyti, with no noticeable markings, and the spot I parked in a normal parking area…
far from the circus base.”
Thinking this,
Brian didn’t hesitate, he got out of the car and found a building to hide in.
He was confident that he’d covered his tracks cleanly, from scents to prints, at most traces might remain on the bodies, but they couldn’t pinpoint him specifically.
Actions always leave traces.
Brian had done his best.
He didn’t believe the group of officials arriving could track him down!
…
Half an hour later.
Nurous drones searched the entire area, apparently confirming no suspicious persons were found, and gradually disappeared into the sky.
Brian observed for a mont, preparing to leave.
But then, a six-person team on cool-looking motorcycles slowly stopped outside the building he was in.
After parking,
The six individuals, five n and one woman, all in casual attire without visible weapons, surrounded the area.
Their posture exuded a sense of oppression, and they all wore sowhat sci-fi, fully wrapped silver glasses, sowhat like the laser glasses from X-n, looking very cool.
Brian, much like Spiderman, clung to an inconspicuous corner of the wall, watching the six below, frowning.
He was familiar with the way these six moved.
This unique walking style was exactly the sa as the killing machines he had seen when accessing the veterinary skills mories of Laura.
On their chests, they bore a badge resembling the FBI badge, but with sharp blades added to both sides.
Brian suspected that these people were mbers of the FBI Hunting Team, just like Laura.
How did they lock onto his location?
Just as Brian puzzled over this, the leading man tapped his glasses and said, “This is a mall, according to the locking of Oden, the big fish we hooked earlier hid in this area, the target is powerful and uses modern weapons, stay alert.”
“Captain, the target abandoned the car and ran, probably spotted those drones, I bet they’ve run far by now,” the sole female mber, casually chewing sothing, spoke nonchalantly.
The leading man didn’t argue but nodded in agreent, “I think so too, otherwise Team 1 wouldn’t have handed this area over to us.
Although Oden, the special observation satellite, provides clear images, it can only lock a fixed area each ti, otherwise the fluctuations are significant, and each activation is cumberso.
If not for that, our hunt would probably be much easier.”
Listening to the conversation below, Brian’s heart sank.
Damn!
These FBI mbers had already locked onto the Black clown at the circus base, the reason they hadn’t acted was to fish.
Their response was indeed fast.
Lucky he had made a disguise.
But in this situation, how could he escape back to the densely populated city center?
…
As Brian contemplated his escape route,
a silent male mber of the team felt sothing and looked up into the dark sky.
Through his glasses, which gradually collected the surrounding light, he saw the normally dark building present a clear gray interface.
Almost simultaneously,
Brian, relying on his trendous core power, grabbed onto a protrusion on the building exterior, swinging like a spider, just as the male mber’s gaze locked onto his area, he quickly moved to a nearby drainpipe and made his move.
This wasn’t a residential area.
Including the beach area, there weren’t many people besides tourists.
Without a large number of living people to hide among, it was difficult to conceal oneself from modern technology.
In that case,
it was ti to fight his way out!
The people on the ground hadn’t yet realized that they had transitioned from being hunters to prey.
Seeing the movents of the male team mber, the team leader asked in confusion, “Number 18, what’s wrong?”
“I just felt like soone was watching us,” the man looking upwards retracted his gaze.
Hearing this, the captain’s stern face grew serious, “You underwent neural enhancent, and your perception is the most acute.
Notify the nearby squads imdiately.
I suspect the prey is still here, be on alert..”
Before he could finish,
a figure suddenly burst from the side.
The man on the farthest edge, without the slightest hesitation, charged up in less than half a second, his kick, carrying the sound of a whooshing wind, was brutally aid at the figure’s joints.
Facing the opponent’s kick,
the world in Brian’s eyes slowed down.
Under the supercomputer perception,
his leg muscles violently expanded, activating the unmatched state of “Fury”.
His speed increased by thirty percent, leaving an afterimage behind him as he narrowly dodged the male team mber’s kick and landed a punch right on the man’s neck.
The man’s head made a cracking sound, breaking stiffly as if it was a limp whip, flailing as it carried the body and smashed into another team mber.
“FK!”
“This is a Level 1 Evolutionary Mutant!”
The captain, seeing a team mber instantly killed, pulled out a vial of Burst Reagent and injected himself in the neck while pressing the distress signal.
The others, shocked by the sudden violent attacker, pulled out their handguns, ready to open fire.
Brian hadn’t fired a shot, and there was no way he would let these guys do so and attract other FBI Hunting Teams.
He fiercely unleashed his accumulated Life Energy Field.
An invisible deterrence enveloped the man and woman who were making eye contact with him.
Their bodies instantly froze in place, as if struck by a Spiritual Shock.
In the next mont,
Brian’s hands were already on their necks, harshly using the combined weight of these two, adding up to over 300 pounds, like flails, harshly smashing them into the other two mbers.
Watching his own squad reduced by three without a chance to fight back, the remaining two were also dizzied by the impact.
The captain, who had injected the Burst Reagent, let out a low growl and pulled out two specially constructed daggers, rushing towards Brian.
“Too slow!”
Brian reacted faster than the captain, accurately grabbed his hands but felt a force almost as strong as his own coming from both hands.
Almost simultaneously,
the treacherous captain threw a kick aid at Brian’s groin.
…
The biggest weakness of a man, undoubtedly, was Wolong Valley.
He hit!
The captain was secretly pleased.
This masked prey was terrifying.
Whether it was speed or strength, it was at the human limit, definitely a Level 1 Evolutionary Mutant!
It was good he didn’t hesitate and imdiately injected the highly damaging Burst Reagent.
Otherwise, their unard squad really might have been killed barehanded by the opponent.
A kick with at least 800 pounds of force!
Hit the vital spot!
Let’s see how you withstand it!
The captain was ready to seize the mont when another lives on the line, he looked up, only to et a pair of crimson eyes.
Infinite fury surged in Brian’s chest.
Rip~
Under the captain’s shocked gaze, Brian, who was already a head taller than him, swelled his muscles in less than a breath, transforming into a two-ter-tall giant, his clothes tearing with ripping sounds.
Brian, holding the leader’s hands, lifted him like a month-old baby, his voice hoarse, “Your purity…
too low!”
“No!”
The captain let out his last cry in this world.
The next mont.
Brian’s head, like a hamr, harshly slamd into his forehead.
There was a cracking sound.
The man’s forehead caved in, his cervical vertebrae snapped, the head only hanging by the skin at the back, swaying in the wind.
Brian, discarding him like trash, tossed this weak chicken, who was hamred dead by his head, aside, and strode towards another man who just got up, his fist heavy like a sandbag, smashing into the man’s chest.
In a burst state!
With over a thousand pounds of force erupting.
The unfortunate man who had just risen flew three or four ters without a sound, falling onto the ground, twitching a couple of tis before going still.
The human heart simply couldn’t withstand such a concentrated blow.
The last remaining mber of the Hunting Team completely lost the will to fight.
In less than ten seconds,
including the captain, all five were dead.
This monster was simply too much for their level of Hunting Team!
He turned and ran.
As a person enhanced for agility,
he was confident that he could hold on until other squads arrived before being caught.
Watching the fleeing figure, Brian silently picked up a pebble, under Body Control, his torso coiled like a spring, the stone, like a cannonball, made a puffing sound as it flew out, instantly covering dozens of ters, hitting the fleeing man’s head squarely.
Not looking at the outco,
Brian glanced around, confird that none of these people had the Obsession Little Ball, and then ran towards the sea.
Under the effect of adrenaline,
he felt no pain, no fatigue.
By the ti several teams surrounded this shopping area, there was no sign of the prey left.
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