Disperse a typhoon?!
Resisting a typhoon and dispersing one are two completely different concepts.
Even with nuclear bombs, they would have to be stacked together to disperse a typhoon.
Jack Freeman's breath suddenly caught, his muscles tensing instantly.
It wasn't that he hadn't seen madmen before, but the completely naked young man before him had absolutely no hint of a joke in his eyes.
It was calmness, a calmness bordering on sheer indifference.
The red light in Jack's prosthetic eye flashed rapidly. Its high-speed processor attempted to analyze the target, but the only feedback returned was a string of garbled code and ear-piercing warning alarms.
In his field of vision, both the young man and the bizarre banner behind him looked as if they were behind frosted glass. The data stream here was completely distorted and broken down by an unknown power.
Threat Level: Incalculable.
Survival Probability: Extremely low.
I must get this intel out!
In a split second, all the vigilance and killing intent on Jack's face vanished without a trace, replaced by a professional, even respectful, smile.
Lin Mo stroked his chin.
This speed of changing faces was truly worthy of the Americans who sought global hegemony. Their subordinates certainly had some skills, unlike the villains in movies who blustered "You are surrounded!" right from the start.
Stereotypes really kill.
"Sir, please don't misunderstand."
Jack carefully pulled a high-quality business card from the pocket of his tactical vest. "We are not enemies. In fact, we are a mutual aid organization for superpowered individuals, dedicated to maintaining world peace and stability."
He spoke at a moderate pace, articulating his words clearly, as if conducting a business negotiation.
Lin Mo didn't speak; he just casually beckoned toward the business card.
Swish—
Under everyone's horrified gazes, the business card slipped from Jack's fingers, traced a smooth arc, and landed lightly in Lin Mo's palm.
This casual display was more intimidating than any firearm.
The fingers of the team members behind Jack, which had been tightly gripping their weapons, involuntarily loosened a little. Fine cold sweat seeped from their foreheads.
They didn't dare to move, because everyone could clearly see that in the woods not far away, the corpses pierced by wooden spears and nailed to the tree trunks weren't even cold yet.
Slaughtering them all with such methods would probably only take a single thought.
Lin Mo lowered his eyes and glanced at the business card.
On it was an inverted triangle symbol with an eye drawn in the center.
Followed by a name.
"Divine Eye Bureau? What does it have to do with S.H.I.E.L.D.?"
Jack's smile remained unchanged, even becoming a bit more sincere. "S.H.I.E.L.D. only exists in comics, whereas we are real. As I said, we are here for world peace. A powerful being like you, sir, is exactly the kind of partner we urgently need."
Seeing that Lin Mo seemed to be genuinely examining the business card, Jack felt slightly relieved and took the initiative to step forward, closing the distance.
"My name is Jack Freeman, a member of the Field Operations Department of the Divine Eye Bureau. On behalf of the organization, I sincerely hope you can join us, sir."
Lin Mo flipped the business card over. A line of small gold-stamped text was printed on the back.
"Dedicated to world peace."
Heh.
Lin Mo almost laughed out loud.
They sure talked a good game.
The name Divine Eye Bureau instantly set off an information storm in his mind.
One of the American super-agent organizations, draped in the guise of justice, while secretly engaging in dirty deeds like assassinations, subversion, and stealing other countries' secrets.
What a coincidence.
The "Toxic Heart Killer" Hydra, whom he had casually disposed of not long ago, was recorded in his files as a Gold-level agent of the Divine Eye Bureau, specializing in shady missions.
And the Jack Freeman before him, he knew of him too.
The figurehead of the Divine Eye Bureau, a public Black Gold-level agent who never carried out assassinations and basically only executed missions within the jurisdiction of the US.
As for the few people behind Jack... Lin Mo could even call out each of their real names and operational codenames.
A wolf's den in sheep's clothing. Now, the alpha wolf was bringing a few wolf cubs, wagging their tails at him.
Lin Mo couldn't muster even the slightest bit of goodwill toward this group of people.
Since there was no goodwill, they could be killed.
He slowly picked his ear, blew the debris off his fingertip, and wore a harmless smile on his face.
"Since you're being so formal, I'll introduce myself as well."
"My name is Lin Mo, from Huaxia."
"Lin Mo! Hello, Mr. Lin!"
The professional smile on Jack's face became even more enthusiastic. "The mission of our Divine Eye Bureau is to recruit global elites, regardless of borders. As long as you are willing, we..."
Halfway through his sentence, his voice abruptly stopped, as if an invisible hand had choked his throat.
Lin Mo.
This name had a dedicated entry in the top-secret encrypted files of the Divine Eye Bureau.
The name and the Eastern face before him instantly overlapped.
Jack's brain crashed for a second, then went into overdrive as a series of intelligence reports exploded in his mind.
He took a deep breath. He remembered.
Quite possibly the only person holding the technology for ability transfer.
A disciple of the Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Sect.
Estimated strength: A-class.
Above him was his master, Perfected Being Beixuan, preliminarily estimated to be S-class in strength.
But shouldn't Lin Mo be within the borders of Huaxia?
Why would he appear here!
And completely naked!
Jack's expression management was on the verge of losing control, but years of habit allowed him to maintain his superficial respect, though his smile had become so stiff it was twisted.
"We... equally welcome you to join us, sir, to maintain world peace together."
His voice was dry, every word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth.
But his tone was very sincere, making him look like a top-tier friend.
Hearing this, Lin Mo sighed cooperatively. "Thank you for your kindness, Captain Jack."
Hearing this address, Jack's heart suddenly relaxed.
The other party didn't attack directly; perhaps there was still room to turn things around.
Perhaps the other party didn't have a deep understanding of the Divine Eye Bureau.
However, Lin Mo's next words plunged him into an ice cavern.
"But, I'm very sorry."
Lin Mo's expression became totally serious, his eyes solemn.
"To protect the world from devastation, to safeguard world peace."
"To carry out the goodness of love and truth."
"The cute and charming righteous character."
"I! Am Lin Mo!"
The moment his voice fell, Lin Mo grabbed the quaint-looking banner beside him and casually flicked his arm toward the sky.
"Go! Pika-Banner!"
That seemingly ordinary banner expanded in the wind, blotting out the light of the sky!
The hairs on Jack's body stood on end. He knew there was no possibility of a peaceful resolution to this situation!
He no longer hesitated. He fiercely pressed his left temple and roared with all his might.
"Open fire!"
Not just him, everyone sprang into action.
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close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
