Chapter 240 - Old Seal

Chapter 240: Chapter 220 Old SealSeeing Li Cheng instantly teleport back to the hangar, Ella, who had barely wrapped her severed left hand in rags, turned pale and subconsciously took a few steps back.

She displayed her superpowers at the age of four, was abandoned by her parents and sent to an orphanage at six, and ended up on the streets at twelve. After learning the rules of street survival in ten months, she formed her own team of Superpower Users within two years,

and kept a low profile engaging in minor criminal activities.

She had once thought that with the strength of her people, though unable to dominate the United States, they should be sufficient to establish a foothold in the major cities of the East and West Coast.

Now it seemed she was still too naive.

"I don’t have to kill you all."

As Li Cheng dismantled the positioning navigation device on the plane, he casually said to Ella, "But you will need to keep posting on the dark web, warning other Superpower Users not to try and stop me."

Ella endured the pain and asked, "Keep... posting?"

"That’s right."

Li Cheng took out his phone and rapidly typed a long string of text, showing it to Ella and the others,

Looking at the long string of text, Ella and the others were too flabbergasted to speak. They didn’t know whether to be shocked by the outrageous thinking of the person before them,

or by how fast he could type, producing such a large amount of text in just a dozen seconds.

"Got it? For the next twenty-four hours, post this kind of stuff on the dark web. Then we’re even."

Li Cheng put away his phone, turned his head to look at the Invisible person. The Information Integration Glasses clearly showed that the other’s invisibility ability required constant mental control.

"What a pity, actually I quite fancied getting a Harry Potter style Invisibility Cloak for myself."

With that, Li Cheng, along with Caroline and others, got into the AT-802 utility plane’s cockpit, drove the plane out of the hangar along the runway, and gradually lifted into the vast night sky.

Only Ella and the others remained in the hangar. The young man with an injured throat swallowed with difficulty and hoarsely said, "Did he just threaten us, implying that if we don’t do as he says, he’ll skin the Invisible person and make a cloak out of it?"

No one answered the question. Only the sound of trickling water could be heard – in the literal sense, the Invisible person had been scared pissless.

The call was disconnected.

At the same time, Cervantes’ lips tightened slightly as he slowly put down the satellite phone that had lapsed into silence, his palm emitting wisps of red light that penetrated the sponge holes of the earpiece.

This skill could be deemed as a god-level one for long-distance transportation, even usable in a Physical Killing Field environment.

Had the Special Affairs Bureau not kept Cervantes in the prison away from any electronic devices, he would have long used this hidden ace to make his escape.

"What a pity, just another minute or so and we could have caught him."

Cervantes sighed regretfully,

The Vanguard Company intelligence officer next to him cautiously said, "Sir, according to Google Maps, there is a hangar for agricultural planes in the area of the incident."

"It seems he’s planning to take a plane directly to the West Coast."

Cervantes mused, unlike America’s military bases set up overseas, the domestic air defense system was actually quite outdated and sparse.

If it was an agricultural plane with the positioning navigation removed, and it always flew at a low altitude of less than six hundred or even three hundred meters, it would be almost impossible for military radar to detect.

What was more critical was that Iowa, being centrally located, was vast with sparse population, making it very difficult to even use civilians to observe the plane’s trajectory and track the target.

If that’s the case, then we must use that last resort.

Cervantes turned to look at the Vanguard Company officer beside him and quickly said, "Prepare a Third Level Spiritual Control Superpower User for me."

"Are you sure?"

The Vanguard Company officer hesitated, he was sent by the board to assist, or rather to supervise Cervantes.

After receiving an affirmative response from Cervantes, the commissioner took out his phone and communicated with the security department of the company.

Soon after, two security guards pushed a stretcher and took the elevator to the Command Center.

In the underground prison of the Vanguard Company headquarters, a large number of mutants are detained either for their crimes or simply for their re

This Perfect Quality erases the old personality of the transformee, and therefore should not be used on allies.

But for irresponsibly stirring up trouble, it’s simply incomparable.

It was with this technique that Cervantes, when he first entered the Script Task, successfully convinced the board of directors of Vanguard Company to cooperate with him.

"Forget your past identity, you are now Professor X from ’X-Men,’ Charles Francis Xavier, born into a wealthy family in New York, United States, the world’s strongest Telepathy and Spiritual Control Superpower User..."

Cervantes whispered into the ear of the black middle-aged man like a demon, repeating these words over and over.

He deliberately omitted some information, such as Professor X being the spiritual leader of mutants striving for racial equality between humans and mutants,

and added his own personal touch, such as obeying Cervantes’ commands and so on.

The employees of Vanguard Company in the Command Center watched the scene with a mix of curiosity and dread.

With Cervantes’ demonic whispering, the black middle-aged man’s hair began to fall out, revealing a shiny bald head, and his face aged rapidly.

"Phew..."

When the Twisted Heart and Distorted Form effect ended, Cervantes breathed a sigh of relief, took back the Old Seal, and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

"Who... am I?"

The black man looked puzzled, his accent changing from the typical African American vernacular to a genuine old New York, "I am Charles, the strongest Telepathy and Spiritual Control Superpower User in the world, I am, Professor N!"

The smile on Cervantes’ face suddenly froze.

Professor N’s originally healthy legs had now become paralyzed. He climbed up from the stretcher, his eyes filled with fervor, and he cried out raising his fist, "Black lives matter! Mutant lives matter!"

With the enhancement from the , the black man’s original Third Level superpower had been upgraded to the Fourth Level, the same level as Ella’s.

At this moment, as he shouted and raised his arms, all the employees of Vanguard Corporation in the Command Center, influenced by the emotion, or rather the brainwashing superpower, also raised their fists excitedly chanting: "Black lives matter! Mutant lives matter!"

"Stop! Stop!"

Cervantes hurriedly called to stop the newly-transformed, somewhat abnormal Professor N, picked up a tablet from the table and stuffed it into his arms. On the tablet screen was the image of Caroline and Angelica, as well as a satellite map of the farm.

"This baby is a mutant, use your power to lock onto her location."

"Okay."

Professor N took the tablet, pressed his temples with his index fingers on both hands, and activated his superpower.

After a moment, he slowly opened his eyes and shook his head, "No, my spiritual power isn’t focused enough, which good homie can give me some marijuana?"

Cervantes’ eyelids twitched, and he gestured for someone from Vanguard Company to bring some over.

Shortly after, Vanguard Company produced some marijuana, and Professor N took a deep drag, "Damn! That’s strong, now I’m okay. They’ve already left Iowa by plane, entered Colorado, and are planning to land in Denver."

With the location acquired, Cervantes quickly issued orders to update the bounty address and dispatch people to intercept, then turned to the commissioner and said: "Get me another ten or so Third Level or Fourth Level Superpower Users."

"What are you planning to do?"

"The one who assisted Caroline in her escape isn’t afraid of Vanguard Company, he’s not an ordinary Superpower User, we must throw a heavy punch."

Cervantes said solemnly: "I want to create the New Avengers Alliance."