Preventing the Summoning Ritual

When the team finally reached the lowest level of the lower district and were about to arrive at the ritual site of the cult, the visibility around them plummeted. The fog was so thick it felt like a wall. Luo Wei could no longer see where Police Chief Raymond was in the team.

Fortunately, among the supernaturals from the Special Affairs Department, there was a spellcaster. He immediately stepped forward, and after reciting a series of obscure and lengthy incantations, he forcefully split the dense fog ahead with a wave of air, as if parting mountains and seas.

Chaotic currents of air scattered outward, and the surrounding fog began to dissipate, improving visibility slightly.

At last, everyone could see the scene in the distant ruined square.

Luo Wei vaguely noticed that the divine statue in the center of the square had already been erected, surrounded by roaring flames. The cultists were setting up the site, and it seemed the summoning ritual hadn’t yet begun.

Police Chief Raymond rushed forward, his eyes filled with excitement as he looked ahead. “Great, these rats are all gathered together now. We can finally catch them all in one go!”

“Chief, don’t rush just yet,” Luo Wei held back the excited chief and cautiously advised him.

“They have a large number of fanatics among them—fanatics who feel no pain and fear no death. Have your officers secure the perimeter and block their escape routes. Leave the rest to us.”

“Got it!” Chief Raymond, trusting Luo Wei completely, didn’t hesitate for a moment.

After returning to the team, the officers from several police squads quickly dispersed, setting up defensive positions on the streets and sealing off every alleyway nearby.

By the time they finished, more than twenty minutes had passed. Luo Wei then turned to Ophelia beside him.

“Anything else to add, Commander?” Ophelia asked with a smile.

“Stop teasing me...” Luo Wei pointed to several high points around them.

“Those fanatics can’t be killed with ordinary firearms. The only way to stop them is to completely disable their ability to move—like blowing off their heads or torsos. I remember the Special Affairs Department has a few hunters with alchemical firearms. Their firepower is intense, and the stopping power of their bullets is exceptional...”

Before Ophelia could respond, Fred, the head of the Special Affairs Department, nodded in agreement.

“In that case, we’ll split into two teams,” he said, turning to his agents.

“Gerald, John, and... you guys, take the water tower and the bridge. I’ll have Old Joe keep dispersing the fog in the square. You’ll be operating independently, so stay alert.”

A few agents quickly stepped forward, and Luo Wei spotted Gerald, the burly man who liked to call himself a “monster hunter.”

Gerald carried a massive gun case and laughed heartily. “Don’t worry, leave it to us.”

After finalizing the arrangements, Fred looked at Luo Wei, who had seemingly taken on the role of field commander, and said with a smile, “How about joining the Special Affairs Department after this operation?”

Luo Wei was caught off guard by the offer. At first, he thought Fred was joking, but then he realized he was serious.

Luo Wei shook his head. “I’m just an ordinary citizen. What would I do in the Special Affairs Department? I don’t have the skills for that.”

“You’re being too modest, Mr. Luo Wei,” Fred said, his expression serious.

“You’re a supernatural too. During our recent review, I suddenly realized how many cases you’ve been involved in behind the scenes.”

“But over all this time, you’ve shown no signs of instability or backlash. That alone proves you’re an excellent fit for our selection criteria—your willpower is even stronger than most of my agents.”

“Old Fred is right about that,” Ophelia chimed in, her tone amused as she looked at Luo Wei through her glasses.

“He keeps saying he’s just an ordinary person, but ordinary people don’t go around meddling in dangerous events and dealing with supernatural horrors all the time.”

“Just call me crazy then...” Luo Wei shrugged, then glanced at her. “Besides, if I didn’t get involved in those things, how would I have met you?”

“That’s true...” Ophelia nodded.

“Then Big Brother should stop getting involved in those things!” Helena, who had been quietly standing by, suddenly spoke up. She looked at Luo Wei seriously. “If you didn’t get involved, you wouldn’t have met those bad women!”

“Huh?” Luo Wei was taken aback by her peculiar logic.

Seeing Ophelia’s expression darken slightly, Evelyn couldn’t help but laugh. She pulled Helena aside. “Alright, stop causing trouble. Let the adults handle things.”

Helena huffed and reluctantly returned to the group.

Once everything was set, the team finally arrived at the abandoned square.

The sudden appearance of intruders in the fog threw the cultists into chaos. However, they clearly had a leader among them, as the mindless fanatics were immediately unleashed, charging toward Luo Wei’s direction.

But this time, Luo Wei didn’t even need to act. The agents unleashed overwhelming power, quickly gaining control of the situation.

Old Joe, who had earlier used wind to clear the path, conjured a storm. The powerful gusts not only scattered the oncoming attackers but also completely dispersed the fog in the square.

As visibility improved, a barrage of intense firepower rained down from above.

Many fanatics were blown to pieces before they could even get close to Luo Wei, reduced to bloody fragments.

But that wasn’t all. Some agents had shadows that could kill, others summoned demonic claws, and one even transformed into a rampaging giant... When Saint Callen’s strongest group of official supernaturals gathered, even the Truth Cult’s numbers were no match.

Luo Wei had initially planned to use [Team Mode] to coordinate Helena and Evelyn, but it turned out to be unnecessary—he didn’t even get a chance to act.

“It’s not as troublesome as you made it sound,” Evelyn said curiously, looking at Luo Wei. He had previously described this as a crisis capable of destroying the entire city.

Luo Wei observed the situation. After countering the cult’s trick of driving supernaturals mad, the tide had indeed turned.

But he still didn’t dare relax. The memory of the hellish scene from last time lingered in his mind.

With the combined efforts of the Special Affairs Department and the police, the entire ruined square was now under control. The frenzied fanatics had all been killed, and more than half of the remaining cultists lay dead, their bodies littering the ground.

The few surviving high-ranking members were all arrested and handcuffed.

It seemed everything had been settled. Luo Wei and the others immediately headed toward the central ritual site.

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