"Oh, wow, so being an assassin is this profitable?" Mike, who had violently broken open the giant safe in the Fraternity's back warehouse, smiled as he looked at the small mountain of gold bars and bundles of dollars in front of him.
Who would ever complain about having too much money?
Then, Mike found several cheese-shaped healing medicines at the deepest part of the safe, along with a recipe for the medicine.
These items should be one of the two things the Men in Black Headquarters wanted to obtain from the Fraternity organization.
Mike picked up a bar of healing medicine the size of a soap and casually tossed it into a bathtub-sized pool.
Soon, the water in the pool turned a milky white, like milk.
"John, go ahead and try it," Mike then said to his team member standing by.
John still didn't understand Mike's thought process this time, but out of obedience, he didn't hesitate too much and, still wearing his suit, submerged himself completely into the pool.
Before long, the milky white liquid in the pool slowly began to solidify.
At the same time, John felt a tingling sensation all over his body, as if countless small hands were massaging him.
It was this discovery that prevented him from jumping out of the pool in shock due to the liquid's change.
It seemed this healing medicine needed some time to take effect, so Mike turned to another team member, Needy, and said, "Your next task is to move everything from this safe into the car."
Strangely enough, although Needy's gaze towards Mike had been cold during this period, she was quite obedient to his commands.
She was a qualified tool.
In the back warehouse, after assigning tasks, Mike, now free, began to examine his "haul" from this time.
The [Super Adrenaline Secretion (Trait) - Bullet Time] light cluster was simply a divine skill for Mike at this stage.
With his "slow-motion" ability, his combat power had increased by at least tenfold.
Furthermore, the [Blessing. Sin Perception (Trait)] light cluster leaned more towards the mystical side, somewhat resembling the Ghost Rider's "Penance Stare."
Of course, when this trait cluster was applied to Mike, it did not possess the power of judgment, only retaining the ability to distinguish good from evil.
Mike had previously used this ability to observe Needy and a few others, and surprisingly, Needy, who had just eliminated a dozen members of the Fraternity organization, had as little sin value on her as the naive Wesley.
Conversely, John and Cross, both former assassins, were enveloped in dense black aura.
Based on this, Mike deduced that his [Sin Perception] ability should be rationalist.
In other words, no matter what you think, as long as you do something wrong that harms good people, you will be deemed guilty.
And if you eliminate bad people who are already guilty, then no "sin" value will descend upon you.
It sounds a bit like the theory of karma.
Therefore, in essence, Mike's rationalist [Sin Perception] ability actually has a huge difference from the Ghost Rider's idealist "Penance Stare" ability.
[Pickup System
Host: Mike
Intelligence: 197 (Genius 140+, Super Genius 160+, Hyperdimensional Genius 180+)
Physique: 1272+ (Average adult male is 100)
Skills:
Holy Lance (30705/100000), Firearms lv4 (20353/100000), Mixed Martial Arts lv4 (1081/100000)…
Knowledge lv4 (981/100000), Disguise lv4 (121/100000), Etiquette lv3 (934/10000)…
(Skills are divided into five levels / more skills can be expanded.)
Traits: Demon Body (Immortality, Eternal Youth, Super Healing), Werewolf Body. Semi-Awakened (Super Hearing, Super Vision, Super Smell), Moonlight: (Can increase combat power by fifty percent at night, can absorb the moon's energy to enhance one's physique.)
(Blessing. Return to Youth, Blessing. Sin Perception, Super Adrenaline Secretion - Bullet Time, Weather Prediction)
(Similar traits can be stacked and fused.)]
Mike, having nothing else to do, also studied his system panel.
Now that his strength far exceeded what ordinary people could imagine, his future life plan was to advance towards supernatural events.
God, Satan, Vampire Progenitor, Werewolf Progenitor, and others would all be his targets to explore.
On the other side, the white liquid in the medicinal bath pool had gradually solidified into a wax-like colloid. John, lying inside, had comfortably fallen asleep.
Another half an hour passed, and with a long gasp, John broke through the solidified wax block and abruptly sat up.
"How do you feel?" Mike stepped forward and asked curiously.
"It's amazing, I feel full of strength, like I've returned to my peak physical condition…" John replied excitedly after getting up and moving his body.
As a former assassin, John had carried out countless dangerous missions, leaving him with some hidden injuries.
And this miraculous healing medicine from the Fraternity was best at quickly treating internal and external injuries to the human body.
If one observed carefully, it wouldn't be difficult to notice that John's skin condition was much better now, and some old scars on his body had completely fallen off, with new skin growing back, radiating new vitality.
"Very good." After witnessing the healing medicine's power firsthand, Mike smiled and said to John, "Later, take two pieces of healing medicine back for your wife to use, it might help with her condition."
John's wife, Helen, like George, also had heart problems.
However, compared to George, Helen's heart problem was more severe. Having undergone multiple bypass surgeries, she was now almost at the end of her rope.
Conveniently, the Fraternity's healing medicine, while having healing functions, also had a partial ability to repair physical deficiencies.
So, even if this healing medicine couldn't completely cure Helen's heart in one go, it could at least help her fragile body recover some "vitality."
Conservatively estimated, after two medicinal baths, Helen could live for at least a few more years, or even more than ten years, which wouldn't be a big problem.
"Thank you," John expressed his sincere gratitude when it came to treating his wife.
Having personally experienced the power of the healing medicine, he had a full understanding of its preciousness.
It was at this moment that he recognized Mike's status as "boss" from the bottom of his heart.
"Alright, let's go out too," Mike said. "The Men in Black responsible for the aftermath should be arriving soon."
Earlier, while John was taking his medicinal bath, Mike had already submitted the mission to the Men in Black Headquarters.
...
In the front yard of the abandoned factory, after such a long time, Cross had already completed the father-son reunion drama with Wesley.
However, Wesley, holding a stack of documents, did not show the excitement of finding his father.
"Why? You knew everything… why didn't you come earlier… and acknowledge me…" Wesley's face was filled with anger.
He had just learned that the man who had "abandoned" him since childhood had always been hidden by his side, silently observing his growth.
Frankly speaking, Cross had witnessed every event Wesley experienced during his growth.
This included: Wesley being bullied in the orphanage, Wesley not having money for high school, Wesley being oppressed by his boss at work due to lack of education, Wesley's girlfriend cheating on him with his best friend…
If you just put yourself in Wesley's shoes for a moment, you'd know how terrifying all of this was.
It truly embodied the saying: it's better to not have this father than to have him.
"Hold on, you can discuss your family matters slowly after you go back," Mike, walking back into the yard, said to the peculiar father and son, "Now, on behalf of the Division X Special Squad, I'm offering you a chance to choose your lives again. Join us, or go to prison…"
Then, just as when he recruited John, Mike then promised Cross the benefits of joining the squad: new identification, a fixed monthly salary of 50,000 dollars, and a special mission reward mechanism.
As for Wesley, whose potential had not yet been fully unleashed, Mike was only willing to offer him a basic monthly salary of 10,000 dollars.
Facing the conditions Mike offered, Cross chose to join the Division X without even thinking.
For Cross, money was secondary, but the new identification was simply something he couldn't refuse.
On the other side, Wesley, who hadn't yet fully transformed from a loser, was also very tempted by a job with a monthly salary of 10,000 dollars.
However, before that, he still harbored resentment about the Fraternity being annihilated, especially the death of Fox.
In his opinion, although the people in the Fraternity were all eccentric, they were definitely good people, upholding "justice."
Among them, Fox, who had helped Wesley "break free" from his previous terrible life, was in some sense Wesley's great benefactor.
"What does your Division X do? Why did you ambush the Fraternity for no reason?" Thinking of the deceased Fox, Wesley immediately became angry again.
However, having witnessed the Division X's firepower, he spoke with a certain lack of confidence.
On the other side, before Mike could react, Cross stepped forward first.
"Wesley, listen. The Fraternity not only wanted to use you to kill me, creating a situation where we father and son would fight each other. Sloan also distorted the organization's justice through that weaving machine…"
To strengthen his persuasion, Cross spoke and then took his son to the Fraternity's data storage room.
There, the list from each "divine revelation" of the weaving machine was preserved.
Sloan, Fox, The Butcher, and others were prominently listed.
"How could this be?!" Wesley, who knew the miraculous nature of that weaving machine, felt his worldview shattered when he saw Fox also on the guilty list.
This child, he was good in every way except that he was very easily trusting of others. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so easily manipulated by Sloan before.
Of course, this could also be a strength.
Not long after, Wesley, convinced again by his own father, followed him back to the front yard and stood before Mike.
Cross, who had already decided to join the Division X, had also brought out many internal documents of the Fraternity organization this time.
These documents were all related to the Fraternity.
As mentioned earlier, the Fraternity and the Skull and Bones Society had become "legends" in America, and anyone associated with such a large collective would be in great trouble.
"How should these things be handled?" Cross asked cautiously.
"The affairs of ordinary people are none of our business…" Mike was in no mood to help America clear out its parasites, so he casually suggested, "Of course, if you want, I can help you pull some strings and use the documents you have to send an anonymous letter to the FBI or some other official department."
"Oh, no, let's not bother! I think these documents are fine staying here…" Cross chuckled and slyly tossed the documents into a corner.