Chapter 599: Come and be our president (eighth update, please vote for me)

"Die!"

Kadik obviously no longer intends to go on.

The knight's spear in his hand was piercing towards Chen Zhao.

The next moment, Chen Zhao had a bronze sword in his hand, and he raised and lowered the sword.

Hiss——

Kadik's spear was cut off directly, and Chen Zhao swung out another sword.

Caddick's right arm is broken!

Caddick was stunned, and so was Kate.

"Chen...you..."

"Supernatural power, it sounds like no one knows it." Chen Zhao said while holding the bronze sword.

To put it bluntly, Caddick is a wizard.

How powerful can a wizard be? Chen Zhao doesn't know, but he can compare it with Pierce Nan.

Wizards generally do not have very strong magic power, and the magic they use is relatively simple.

Heaven limits their magic just as rules limit the demons from hell.

That's why Pierce Nan wanted to find the Sun King Gold Cup.

Get more powerful magic from that side.

Cold sweat broke out on Kadik's forehead. He didn't expect that Chen Zhao was also a wizard.

Thread the needle! Kate saw lines of black hair extending from Chen Zhao's left palm. These black hairs were particularly obvious in the dim sewer.

The black hair wrapped around Kadik's body, making it impossible for him to escape or move.

Chen Zhao pulled his left arm, and Cadick was pulled in front of Chen Zhao and Kate.

Chen Zhao looked back at Kate, and then handed the bronze sword to Kate's hand: "Did you do it?"

Kate took a deep breath and was about to raise the bronze sword.

Chen Zhao took away the bronze sword again: "I'll do it, otherwise, David will curse me to death."

With that said, Chen Zhao didn't care whether Kate agreed or not, and the tip of the sword fell.

Chen Zhao knew that ordinary psychics had some weird abilities, so in order to ensure Kadik's death, he directly cut off his head.

The armor on Caddick also dissipated, and his body was floating naked on the sewage.

"Chen, I think you have a lot of secrets."

"Ask David."

"David knows?"

"We have experienced some things together." Chen Zhao said.

"All right."

"Cut this section too. You know, it's better not to reveal supernatural powers."

"Are you afraid of being caught and sliced ​​into slices?"

"The government has long known that people like us exist, but even if you broadcast it, you will probably be suppressed by the government."

Chen Zhao returned to the monitoring room and destroyed all the hard drives of the surveillance videos.

It didn't take long for the police to arrive.

It was a sleepless night for all of Los Angeles.

It was almost the equivalent of a terrorist attack, killing a dozen innocent people, half of whom were rich men in Los Angeles.

Dozens of robbers also died in the hotel.

…

"Hey, Chen, I know what happened at Hilda Hotel."

"Um."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"I heard that there was a guy wearing a Spider-Man hood who saved everyone."

"Oh, is it so."

Rasfa did not discuss this topic again: "Come and sit down when you have time."

As soon as Chen Zhao hung up the phone, a car suddenly came up in front with its high beam lights on.

Chen Zhao immediately felt the dazzling light and quickly stepped on the brakes.

At this moment, another car came from behind and blocked Chen Zhao's retreat.

Chen Zhao immediately made plans to take action, and a man got out of the car in front.

However, this person came with his hands raised.

What's the meaning? What does it mean?

The man came to the car window, and Chen Zhao looked at the man in confusion.

"Hello, I'm West, I work for the American Paranormal Society."

"American Paranormal Society? What the hell?"

"Mr. Chen, I know you are a wizard."

Chen Zhao frowned, it seemed that he didn't know when he was exposed.

However, Chen Zhao was very calm and did not have the nervousness that he thought in the past.

"Then what? Are you going to arrest me?"

"No, I was hoping you could join us."

Chen Zhao rolled his eyes: "I am a foreigner."

"You can get a permanent ID card anytime you want."

"No, I think the green card is enough."

"Mr. Chen, even if you are a foreigner, you can still join us."

"Are there such organizations in various countries, and then everyone secretly beats me and I beat you?"

"..." West reorganized his thoughts: "Mr. Chen's imagination is too rich. In fact, our organization does not participate in any political struggle. This is an international supernatural convention."

"Fake Squid, does it even have an international supernatural convention?"

"Our purpose is to maintain the influence of supernatural forces on ordinary people, and supernatural organizations in various countries can only cooperate, not fight. This is just like the International Space Station, which is the result of the cooperation of several countries."

"There is no China in the International Space Station."

"Mr. Chen, has anyone ever said that it's easy for you to chat to death like this?" West felt that chatting with Chen Zhao was very depressing.

Chen Zhao shrugged helplessly: "You see, most of the time, I am law-abiding, so how about you just pretend I don't exist?"

"It is precisely because Mr. Chen did not use his ability to commit crimes that I am talking to you now," West said.

"Can you tell me how you investigated me?"

"You have recorded multiple legal killings in the past month. Today, when you went to Hilda Hotel, we discovered your whereabouts through surveillance along the way."

"If I refuse, will you force me to do so?"

"Mr. Chen, we stopped it legally and were recognized by the government and the world. We are not an illegal organization as you think."

"Then I refuse. Goodbye."

"Mr. Chen, wait...let me finish."

Before West blocked the car, Chen Zhao couldn't drive even if he wanted to.

“We’re paid, we’re paid.”

"How many?"

"A yearly salary of two hundred thousand dollars."

"goodbye."

"Don't, don't leave. Let's talk again. I promise it won't do you any harm."

"What I fear most is trouble."

"Mr. Chen, if you are afraid of nationality conflicts, you can register in that country and then join our American Association as an expat."

"Is your American Supernatural Society so short of people? Are foreigners also in need?"

West almost cried: "You don't know, not only are we short of people, but we are all weak."

"..." Isn't it bad to say that about yourself?

"We currently have a total of twelve people in the association. We can only handle ordinary supernatural incidents, but we cannot handle more serious ones. You will be our president."

"..."

"let me consider it."

West grabbed Chen Zhao's steering wheel: "Mr. Chen, we can discuss the salary later. Come and be our president."

Chen Zhao felt more and more that the American Supernatural Society was unreliable, and West's face was full of begging.

"Mr. Chen, the youngest in our association is only fifteen years old, and he will go on a security mission investigation in ten days. Can you bear it?"

"Yeah, bear with me."