HBWnovel Chapter 8: Strengthening, Magic?
Chapter 8: Strengthening, Magic?
Chapter 8: Strengthening, Magic?
"Exactly, so that case could definitely not have been the murderer’s first time killing," Natasha stated with certainty.
"It seems that Chief George and his team are still withholding information from us," Coulson laughed. Could the investigation team possibly be unaware of what they could think of?
After all, this was a task force established for a major serial murder case, and every member was an experienced criminal detective. Who among them didn’t have a record of cracking significant cases?
Of course, they were not fools.
Thus, it was apparent that the NYPD was somewhat reserved towards them, these few FBI agents. However, Coulson was not upset; he himself did not care about these matters. His only goal was to find the murderer and make contact.
As for the credit for solving the case, he had no need for it.
With fundamentally different goals, there was naturally no need to be upset over these matters.
If the investigation team could find the murderer, Coulson would be more than pleased.
"The murderer's active area is in Queens. Adding these conditions, it seems a wide-ranging search is needed."
"With a population of seven to eight hundred thousand in Queens, you can imagine the difficulty of the search," Coulson said helplessly, then turned to Natasha: "That’s why we need you to look for answers in a different way, Natasha."
"It seems I need to act alone now."
Natasha arched her fine eyebrows, her mature and alluring demeanor impossible to conceal even under heavy rain.
"I will get firsthand intelligence from the investigation team, and notify you immediately of any new findings."
"By the way, what will you do if you find him?"
Coulson asked curiously.
"What will I do? The usual, observe," Natasha said with a half-smile, then turned around.
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However, the sudden emergence of magic also gave Bi Xiao more new directions for the future. Originally, he thought he was purely on the path of physical enhancement, following the tradition of ancestral humans and superhumans, but the appearance of magic made his path broader.
After all, no matter how strong Superman was, he would falter against powerful magic.
Bi Xiao did not want to have any weaknesses.
Perhaps he should make contact with the Kamar-Taj, at least to have a sufficient understanding of magic knowledge.
Knowledge would never betray oneself.
The light from his fingertips faded, Bi Xiao vigorously washed his gunpowder-stained body, dried his wet hair and body, and changed into a brand-new set of clothes, a simple outfit consisting of jeans, a T-shirt, and loafers.
Completely conforming to the minimalistic style of this era, highlighting youth and handsomeness, especially the physically enhanced Bi Xiao, who was truly a hanger, looking handsome in anything.
Coming into the living room, the old routine was to take a large amount of ingredients out of the fridge to cook food.
Every massacre followed by enhancement was a great meal, quite like the ritual of Hannibal after killing someone.
Only Hannibal actually ate people, while Bi Xiao murdered to plunder the essence of life to nourish himself.
Having prepared a large table of food, in the pouring rain and dim lighting, Bi Xiao enjoyed the feast, hungry from the killing. This process was wonderful.
While enjoying the food and the feeling of fullness, he also pondered other matters.
In the past four months, his spree of slaughtering gangsters and gang members in Queens had caused quite a sensation and turmoil. Bi Xiao had always made thorough preparations before each killing, especially in the use of firearms.
His physical condition and bone strength allowed him to ignore the recoil with each shot, and his super-fast reflexes and dynamic vision ensured that he could shoot with precision, just like the marksmen in the army hitting fixed targets.
Essentially, he was a genius, or rather, had evolved into a genius. Practice with guns? What practice? At the crime scene, after killing, he fired many shots with the guns left at the scene, memorizing the moment of firing with his own memory and muscle memory.
He gradually transitioned from extensive close combat to extensive gun use.
This had perfected his shooting skills through real combat, also giving the NYPD the illusion that the murderer was a marksman, which was naturally unrelated to his young Asian appearance, which would require extensive practical shooting experience.
The only things he needed to be cautious about were the gunpowder residue and the disposal of plastic foot covers.