American Comics: Tales of Cultivator

Chapter 146: Ambush and Shock

"Damn it, that old monster Alexander has once again overstepped his authority and mobilized the bureau's Special Operations Squadron..."

A bald man with a shiny, Mediterranean-style head stormed into the Bureau of Paranormal Investigation and Defense Headquarters.

"Supervisor, hasn't Alexander always used the bureau's resources to clean up after his descendants? I thought you were used to it by now!"

Inside a giant aquarium, a green-skinned Fishman was swimming around.

His face, which closely resembled that of the Alien from E.T., had gill-like organs on either side, and he was freely blowing bubbles in the tank.

"Alright, Fish Fillet, you just stay in the water. Where's the Red Kid? Where is he?"

The Mediterranean-style bald Supervisor wiped his sweaty brow with a paper towel.

"I understand Alexander using the bureau's Special Operations in New York to clean up after his descendants.

Yes, it's not the first time he's done this. There's nothing we can do. Who told this old undying one to be one of the founders of the Bureau of Paranormal Investigation and Defense and the most senior Supernatural Phenomenon Investigator in the bureau!

But can someone tell me why he mobilized manpower to Monaco? There's no supernatural power there."

"Monaco," the Fishman blew a bubble in the water. "Is that the Monaco that hosts the Antique Car Competition?

I like racing cars, and I heard Tony Stark will also participate in this competition. I really want to see it live,"

The Fishman raised his hand and looked at his unusually green skin.

"It looks like I can only watch the channel broadcast at home!"

The Fishman's bulging pure black eyes looked at the bald Supervisor, then added.

"And it'll be a replay!"

"Tony Stark, God, Alexander isn't trying to deal with Iron Man, is he!"

The bald Supervisor completely ignored the Fishman's implied protest against working overtime.

Thinking of a certain possibility, the bald Supervisor felt his scalp tingling the more he thought about it.

"No, Webber, get me Alexander. I need to call him and ask him clearly!"

"Yes, Officer!" A young Agent picked up the encrypted phone nearby and dialed the number.

......…

"Tony Stark, that human tycoon, I'm not interested in him! Don't worry, it won't cause any problems. I'm just dealing with a Gang Boss who has some supernatural power!"

On a black Vessel belonging to the Federal Military, Alexander Corvinus held the phone and stood at the bow of the ship. After a brief perfunctory reply, he hung up the phone.

Standing at the bow, Alexander Corvinus rubbed his temples, feeling a bit of a headache.

For hundreds of years, he had worried himself sick over his two sons, especially Marcus.

To coordinate the relationship between his vampire clan and the human government, he had to compromise with the Federal Government and help them establish the so-called Bureau of Paranormal Investigation and Defense.

Poor him, already hundreds of years old, having to deal with all sorts of strange magical races every day.

Now that his son was in trouble, this old father of several hundred years still had to rush around and toil.

"New York should have started taking action by now!"

Alexander Corvinus looked at the buildings near the New York Beach vaguely visible in the distance, muttering to himself.

...…

"Shit! Webber, give me a list of participants in the Monaco race! Make it urgent!"

The bald Supervisor at the Bureau of Paranormal Investigation and Defense Headquarters hung up the phone, cursed fiercely, and simultaneously instructed the young Agent beside him.

"And you, Fish Fillet, if you don't want to work overtime, find Urnos's whereabouts as soon as possible. Someone saw this Black Wizard who survived the Middle Ages appear in the Troll Black Market recently. In the past two months, one hundred and twenty-eight people have died by his hand, including some important figures from powerful magical races.

Find him before he causes more destruction!"

"Alright, alright! I'll do my best!" The Fishman surfaced, spitting out a spray of water.

"Where's the Red Kid? Where is he?"

The bald Supervisor looked around but didn't see the shadow of his top Supernatural Phenomenon Investigator.

"Bang!"

Just as he was asking the Fishman, he suddenly saw the Fishman cover his eyes with his hands, looking as if he couldn't bear to watch.

Before he could react, a red-skinned big guy was thrown out of a Room, smashing into him and knocking him to the ground.

"My waist! Red Kid, you just wait!..."

The bald Supervisor lay on the ground, letting out a painful wail!.........…

New York at three in the morning was silent. The streetlights near a Luxury Villa Area were extinguishing one by one.

Under the cover of night, several black commercial vehicles arrived silently near the Manor with their headlights off.

"The Manor's surveillance equipment has been cut off. I will try my best to create obstacles to delay the New York Police Department (NYPD), but you only have twenty minutes. Everyone synchronize your time... Action!"

In the back seat of a black seven-seater commercial vehicle, after confirming that the computer expert had cut off the surveillance inside the Manor, the Special Operations Commander for this operation raised his wrist, checked the time, and issued the order.

The car doors of several commercial vehicles were pulled open simultaneously. A group of Soldiers wearing black bulletproof vests, black hoods over their faces, and Federal Army standard issue helmets got out of the Vehicles, crouching low as they moved towards the Manor's courtyard wall.

The Soldiers, in pairs, reached the base of the courtyard wall and exchanged combat gestures.

One Soldier crouched slightly, hands clasped in front of his lower abdomen.

Another Soldier stepped back a few steps, ran forward, jumped, and stepped onto his hands. The assisting Soldier lifted his hands upwards, helping him climb onto the top of the wall.

Thump, thump...

Seven Soldiers simultaneously flipped over the wall and leaped into the Manor's courtyard.

Outside the Manor, over a dozen Bureau of Paranormal Investigation and Defense Special Operations Soldiers had already used the cover of the bushes to creep up to the Manor Gate.

Once their colleagues who had jumped into the Manor opened the Gate, they would rush in and annihilate the enemy inside the Manor.

These Special Operations Soldiers lay hidden in the bushes, using them for cover, silently staring at the Gate in front of them.

But as time passed, the Manor Gate showed no sign of opening, and no sound came from inside the Manor. It was terrifyingly silent! "Eagle's Nest calling Falcon, Eagle's Nest calling Falcon..."

The Special Operations Commander sitting in the Commercial Vehicle also realized something was wrong. He tried to call the Soldiers who had entered the Manor through the command system.

But he waited for a long time, and besides the static electric current sound in the command system, there was still no sound.

"Calling Falcon B Team, calling Falcon B Team..."

In a waterway leading outside from an Artificial Lake behind Tang Manor, several Water Ghost Soldiers wearing black diving suits, oxygen masks on their heads, and small oxygen tanks strapped to their waists slowly crouched down.

Trying their best not to cause a splash, they waited until their heads were completely submerged before starting to paddle their arms, diving underwater towards the Manor.

"Eagle's Nest calling Falcon B Team, Eagle's Nest calling Falcon B Team..."

Several Special Operations Water Ghosts quickly swam into the Manor's Artificial Lake through the Waterway. Perhaps because the night was cold, as soon as they swam across the Manor's courtyard wall and entered the Artificial Lake inside the Manor, these Water Ghosts felt the water temperature drop sharply.

One Water Ghost Soldier was so cold his foot almost cramped.

The water was somewhat murky in the dark night, and he couldn't see the position of his companions.

Looking up at the white light faintly visible on the water surface, he paddled his hands and was about to swim upwards.

Just then, the earplug in his ear, which was also a waterproof communicator, rang.

The Water Ghost Soldier immediately stopped swimming upwards and reached for the communicator, beginning to tap out Morse Code rhythmically.

"Falcon received, Eagle's Nest, please speak..."

"Evacuate, emergency evacuate!"

The Cobra Commander's urgent voice came through the communicator...

"Received!"

Gurgle...

After tapping out the Morse Code, the Water Ghost Soldier exhaled and was about to turn back and swim the way he came.

But as he swam, he suddenly felt something was wrong. Not only could he not find the waterway leading outside, but his companions had also disappeared.

He shook his head, searching around in the pitch black water for the figures of his companions.

Splash, splash...

Just then, a water flow sound suddenly came from behind him. He instinctively turned his head.

His head came face to face with a skull whose eye sockets glowed with green phosphorescent fire.

Gurgle, gurgle...

The Water Ghost Soldier was instantly scared out of his wits, unable to help but open his mouth and let out a tragic howl.

The oxygen plug he was biting on immediately slipped out, and lake water poured directly into his mouth, choking him and making him swallow several large gulps of water.

He flailed his arms, trying to struggle and swim to the surface.

But his ankle felt as if it was being held tightly by a pair of claws! The Water Ghost Soldier instantly realized what was grabbing him. His scalp tingling, he desperately tried to swim to the surface, but a surge of great strength directly pulled him down...

"Everyone, prepare to retreat!"

In the black Commercial Vehicle, the Cobra Commander of this operation issued the order to everyone through the communicator.

At the same time, the Cobra Commander switched the communication channel, calling the other two teams.

......…

Raccoon City, under the night sky, the bustling construction site returned to peace.

In front of the building leading to The Hive, a semi-trailer truck was parked at the entrance.

Four Cleaners wearing coverall rain suits were busy going back and forth between the building and the truck, throwing bulging black plastic bags one by one into the refrigerated truck.

"Eagle's Nest calling Wolf's Den, Eagle's Nest calling Wolf's Den..."

After throwing all the plastic bags onto the Vehicle, one Cleaner closed the car door. The moment the car door closed, a faint voice sounded inside one of the black plastic bags.

(end of chapter)