“…This unit will land in about fifteen minutes. Please return to your seat and fasten your seat belt…”

The radio on the special plane woke up Paper Hero, and he used these hours of travel to sleep for a while. The business class he and the Tea Fairy were riding in was a special design for the high-rise interior of HL, with only a few seats, each seat was relatively independent, and sat in a spacious and comfortable place. The table in front of the seat was large, so it could basically be spread out to play Catan Island.

The paper hero glanced at the Tea Fairy opposite the aisle. The other party supported his chin with one hand and typing on the keyboard of a laptop with the other hand. He looked like he was not energetic.

"If I were you, I would still use these few hours to adjust the time difference." Paper Hero said.

The Tea Fairy didn't look back and still looked at the screen listlessly: "Viewing emails is a kind of rest for me. My need for sleep is very short. When I am awake, it is difficult to keep my brain idle. If I don't do similar slight brain activities, all kinds of confusing and complicated thoughts will come out once I close my eyes."

"So, this is your ability? A tireless and developed brain?" said the Paper Hero.

Tea Fairy replied: "No, my ability is to control the 'wind'." He didn't mind saying this: "As for my mind, for example, among ordinary people, there are also some children born with IQs of more than 160, which are the 'prodigy's' in people's mouths. Every few years, one or two such children will always be born among millions of people. From the perspective of the entire race, the probability is not too low. And I should be considered the so-called 'prodigy' among mutants, and I happen to be a capable person."

"It's the first time I heard of this kind of thing. If you weren't a prince, you would have been arrested into the laboratory by the organization called EAS." said the paper hero.

Tea Fairy was not angry after hearing this and said with a smile: "I know you have come into contact with Shishishi, so I know EAS, but their organization's evaluation criteria for abilities are very different from those in the general sense. Ability players like you and me should be classified as 'molecular influence', and the research value can only be considered medium."

"Oh?" Paper He became interested in this topic: "What kind of type will be considered as having high research value?"

"I just happened to have such a person on hand, Charles Roll, known as the Gunsmith." Tea Fairy looked up and quickly found a marked email in the email: "It was originally an illegal person, but there was never a record of arrest. He was pardoned a few years ago and entered the "Royal Research Society" in Tiandu. To be blunt, someone contacted him and "recruited him".

Last November, he went to Southern Cross County to attend a meeting. On his way back, he evaporated from the world with the plane he was on. The four-person team sent to search later went away and never returned..." Speaking of this, something suddenly flashed through the mind of the Tea Fairy, fleeting, but vividly remembered.

"What's wrong?" Paper Hero asked when he saw him stop and remain silent.

Tea Fairy was stunned for a moment: "It's nothing, sorry, I suddenly remembered something." He continued the words just now: "At that time, Shishi had personally visited Tiandu headquarters to find me, and later sent me a private email, hoping that I could intervene in investigating this person's whereabouts, but during that time I was chasing a very cunning criminal in Australia, and it was difficult to get out. By December, I met again... It would be better not to mention it. In short, this gunsmith belongs to the type that EAS attaches great importance to, and his ability 'alchemy' was divided into 'order destruction'."

Paper Hero asked, "How is it different from the 'molecular influence' you just mentioned?"

Tea Fairy said: "For example, you can control various forms of paper. This is actually a cooperative relationship between molecules. What constitutes you is a molecule, and what constitutes paper is also a molecule. Since you and I belong to this type, you should understand that controlling a certain substance is not about ‘command’ it, but a kind of communication, so that the substance moves with the heart and can bend it freely. If you forcefully use the attitude of ‘command’ to ‘instruct’ a certain substance to act, then at most a spoon of nosebleeds.

Our ability is called molecular influence. The history of this ability has been very long. For example, the integrated net alloy forming technology is closely related to this ability. After more than a hundred years, it is unlikely that higher technological breakthroughs will be born."

Tea Fairy was slightly recuperating her thoughts and then said, "Let's talk about the gunsmith. With general judgment standards, he should be classified as a rank-level abilities, but his ability is alchemy... Let's put it this way, turning stones into gold and turning soil into jade is no problem. He can transform any substance A into any substance B, and you can imagine it at will, for example, a pair of sneakers can turn into a can of peanut butter."

"Then isn't he a god?" said the paper hero.

Tea Fairy replied: "Theory... he could turn the earth into a hairpin or a ball of velvet thread, but in fact, although his ability does not have obvious limits, he himself has limits. I heard that it would take about half an hour for him to convert a basketball-sized thing, and the larger the physical gap between matter A and matter B, the more time-consuming and labor-intensive it is."

"So that's it...so when fighting, his ability is actually useless, so he is a rank." The paper hero continued.

"Yes, but you can imagine the value of its ability to study, conservation law, symmetry... With his ability to transcend these established orders in physics, we just 'influence' matter, but he, fundamentally 'changed' matter, and this difference is huge enough... to make me a headache."

Paper Hero changed his subject at this time and asked, "So, which type of Blood Owl belongs to?"

Tea Fairy said: "I will ask you this question, right? You are the only person who can survive after fighting him head-on."

Paper Hero fell into silence. He had no idea about Blood Owl's ability. If he had to remember something, there was only the deepest horror. The cruel bloodthirsty maniac killed all the people in front of him by fighting. In theory, in battle, strong people who rely purely on physical abilities should be the most vulnerable group, but Blood Owl completely broke the concept of Paper Hero. The reason is very simple. For example, someone spent half a day summoning a paper beast to dig down a mountain, but another person came, and one punch broke another mountain. It was naturally a verdict.

Seeing that he did not speak, the Tea Fairy no longer guessed what he thought, and went back to the thought that had just flashed through his mind: the black-bodied person once mentioned "based on the knowledge in the minds of your four colleagues". This sentence means that he had killed four HL members. There are many people in HL who know my royal background and name, but if you want to say that I am a fierce-level ability, his combat power or position is definitely not low. In the past six months, I have disappeared for unknown reasons.

There are very few people, and the four people who went to South America to investigate were collectively missing and died (Note: the absorption of dark water will not completely destroy the body, John Desotto's body was thrown into the river, Ikeda Hok's body was treated by the hidden water, and the four HL members left in the rain forest were later processed by cannibals. The tea fairy had a certain misunderstanding of the "swallowing" in the mouth of dark water), and the time was also consistent... In this way, it is likely that it was "swallowed" by that guy...

So is the disappearance of the gunsmith related to this black ability? Based on this connection, does he also have something to do with Tianyi?

But I have also received information from the upper class that someone wanted to secretly arrest the gunsmith. Perhaps the four missing people and the previously lost flights were just a cover for the outside world. The gunsmith has been mastered by higher-level leaders who I don’t know, and has laid layers of fog outside just to prevent EAS from interfering...

…………

Just as the two on the plane were surrounded by doubts, there was a bookstore on a small street in Chicago.

The store door was pushed open, and a young man with a very fair face walked in.

The boss lying in the sofa chair lowered his legs on the table and said a rare opening remark that was still like a human word: "Mr. Consultant, I'm so lucky."

The consultant threw the iron plate in his bag onto the tables that were put together in the middle of the house. The table was almost filled with books, and it was smashed and dropped. He didn't know whether it was a sneer or a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth: "Repay the money! Bastard!"
Chapter completed!