"Iceman Roger... is dead?"

In the dune defense, Lucy, Old Man Paul, and two bodyguards stared at the scene in a daze, all of whom were dull.

"Impossible... It's fake. Roger is a third-level supernatural psychic! The general of the Black Club! He once resisted the encirclement of an army..."

Lucy murmured.

"There is nothing impossible... it's Roger!"

Old Man Paul sighed: "China... is such a magical country."

"Doctor... I have to say that your acting skills are still not good!"

Fang Yuan turned around and did not look at the dead Roger again. Instead, he took the scalpel from the doctor's hand and pressed it directly on his eyes: "Tell me... how do you want to die?"

"Wait a minute!"

Old Man Paul couldn't sit still: "This gentleman...he is very important to us, please give him to us!"

"What you want to say is that I don't have the power to judge them, right?"

Fang Yuan turned around and smiled slightly.

If he hadn't shown his amazing strength, I'm afraid the four people from the Baige Club would have rushed over long ago.

"No...I just simply ask you!"

Old Man Paul felt a little nervous, but he still maintained a calm tone.

"Since it's a request, I can accept it or not?"

Fang Yuan slid the scalpel at will, and blood marks were drawn on the doctor's face that could not move.

Because of the existence of life power, the cut wounds healed quickly and were cut repeatedly, which is definitely not something to be happy for the doctor.

‘This is a lunatic!’

He looked at Fang Yuan who was smiling faintly and was completely frightened. He suddenly shouted: "Paul from Bai Ge Society, right? I know you! Hurry up and save me... I know the plan of the Black Clothing Society's Demon Soldiers. I have a clear understanding of the funds and early experimental materials. I provide them with me!"

‘Sure enough…Demon Soldier Plan?!’

Lucy and Paul looked at each other and took a firm step forward. At the same time, the two bodyguards behind who had no presence also took out two silver guns full of science fiction style.

Although their physical fitness is amazing and they have undergone rigorous training, even if the former soldiers, top killers and others are all scumbags in front of them, they are indeed like set boards at this time, and they are optional.

"It's not impossible to hand him over to you!"

Fang Yuanyixiao: "What kind of reward can you give me?"

Old Man Paul breathed a sigh of relief: "You can get the friendship of our White Dove Club... Of course, in the Golden Eagle Federation, no matter what you do, you can get our assistance..."

"It sounds very insincere..."

Fang Yuan threw it casually, and the doctor rolled out and flew out: "But, that's it! I agreed!"

"Thanks!"

Old Man Paul looked a little embarrassed and ordered his men to take out a handcuff and restrict the doctor. The way he looked familiar with the style of Fangyuan was designed, which was the forbidden demon handcuffs he designed.

"This is the handcuff of the forbidden demons. It was invented by Dr. Fang Yuan, the top scientist in China. I have to say that it is really a genius creativity. A psychic person below the second level will immediately lose his ability after being handcuffed..."

Paul did not recognize Fang Yuan after changing his appearance and explained.

At this time, news of a supernatural attack on the bar had already spread, and even a harsh sirens came from outside.

"Okay... we can't clash with the patrol officer, leave now!"

Old man Paul looked at the bottom of Yuan.

"I have no objection!"

Fang Yuan shrugged his shoulders, found another suitcase, and stuffed a large amount of cash in casually.

"Hey...greedy yellow people!"

Even though Lucy had suffered, the girl's rebellious heart still hummed.

...

After a few people left, a large number of patrol officers came to the scene and opened the cordon, and several forensic doctors came in to collect evidence.

Half an hour later, members of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, wearing black windbreakers, also came here.

"Information shows... this is the nest of a subordinate force of the Black Society - the Brotherhood!"

A man in a windbreaker was holding a cigarette in his mouth, and a gloating smile appeared on his face: "Does the fight between superpowers? I like to see such scenes of vicious dogs biting each other..."

"You must not want to see the next scene!"

One of his companions looked at Roger on the ground and suddenly flipped out an old-fashioned display screen. After scanning, they immediately exclaimed: "Is this... Roger Iceman!?"

"What? A senior cadre of the Black-clothed Society, an ice man who can control ice and resist machine guns with defense? Impossible!"

Several men in windbreaker surrounded him and compared the faces that were exactly the same as those on the ground on the display, and suddenly fell into silence.

"Damn it! Just tracing a foreign psychic, why are you involved in this kind of thing..."

The head of the windbreaker's man's scalp was numb.

Even if his boss, the director of the Investigation Bureau, would have a headache when encountering such a thing.

After all, they are the ones who know the strength of the Black Club best. They are simply a giant who can compete with the extraordinary power of the Federation. They are half black and half white, with a wild path, and are related to many congressmen and senior generals.

"Shit!"

He cursed fiercely: "Report information immediately and seek support!"

"yes!"

The subordinates immediately responded and made a call quickly.

And this response came more than imagined. After more than ten minutes, a team of people wearing black suits rushed in.

"You are... people from the Black Club?"

When the chief of the investigation saw this outfit, he frowned.

"Well... you don't have to investigate the matter here, we will take over it!"

A white man like a golden lion spoke slowly, his voice thick and a natural sense of oppression.

At this time, he walked to Roger and took off his hat: "Although Roger is the weakest among our thirteen senior cadres, the reputation of the Black Club is absolutely not allowed to be defiled by outsiders!"

"This is not in line with the law...you are just civil organizations!"

The chief investigative officer who vaguely thought of the other party's identity wiped his cold sweat and said in a trembling voice.

"Dingling!"

At this time, the brick communication machine in his hand suddenly rang, making him stand at attention involuntarily, and then called: "Sir!...yes! I understand!"

After hanging up the phone, he looked at the person in front of him with a complicated expression: "According to Shangguan's order, from now on, our Investigation Bureau will assist you and provide you with information and clues!"

"Is that right?"

Someone laughed in the black suit behind the golden lion, full of irony.

The employees of the Bureau of Investigation were blushing, but at this time they could only endure.

"Boss, the sketch has come out!"

A man in the windbreaker ran in quickly, holding a sketch in his hand: "According to the description and comparison of the survivor, the one who started here is the yellow-type supernatural who just entered the country!"

"show me!"

The golden lion-like man grabbed the sketch and glanced at it.

This is a disguised image of Fang Yuan, a boy who looks a little shy.

"Is this kind of person who killed Roger and kidnapped the doctor?"

The big man roared: "He is dead... I, the golden lion, Patton, will inevitably pull off his limbs and make him wail and go to hell!"

...

"What does the Demon Soldier Plan mean?"

At this time, Fang Yuan asked Lucy in an extended black sedan.

"Tell him!"

Old man Paul in the front seat sighed.

"We only know a little bit about it. It's a kind of human experiment. The mad scientist of the Black Clothing Society hopes to create superpowers and control them into weapons... so as to break through some boundaries!"

Lucy said: "We only know so much, more complex information, and we need to be questioned from the doctor!"

At this time, the healing psychic person's eyes were dull, and he had obviously been hypnotized by Lucy.

Lucy's chick obviously regained her confidence from him. Although she still dared not provoke Fang Yuan, she finally recovered from her frustration.

"Artificially created?"

Fang Yuan touched his chin: "As expected..."
To be continued...