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Listening to Steve's complaints, Gu Qing felt even more disappointed.

Things had already come to this, yet Steve still showed no sign of awakening.

It seemed he truly would have a hard time entering the Magnetic Field Rotation realm.

Just then, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Matt stared brightly at Gu Qing.

"Erik, continue my special training!"

Gu Qing saw the conviction and determination in his eyes.

He was instantly overjoyed!

When one path closed, another opened!

Matt had not let down his expectations after all.

"Haha! Good! Matt, it seems you've gained enough resolve! Then come on!"

—Screech!

The sound of countless car tires scraping against the ground rang out.

They had all activated their Bionic Abilities. Even without Telekinesis and Current Propulsion, they could still be called superhuman.

Naturally, they could hear the dense yet orderly footsteps.

As well as the faint sounds of weapons being loaded.

It seemed Gu Qing had been right.

Those who had come were not ordinary police officers, but the F.B.I.!

In the blink of an eye, the entire motel was surrounded.

Large numbers of F.B.I. agents in black combat uniforms, wearing gas masks and thermal imagers, raised their weapons as they slowly closed in.

Matt let out a deep breath and stepped outside.

Gu Qing revealed an amused smile.

Steve wanted to stop him, but it was already too late.

The moment Matt appeared, the F.B.I. agents grew even more tense, their index fingers resting on their triggers.

The slightest unusual movement from Matt would make them open fire at once!

Matt first raised both hands to show goodwill.

Then he shouted, "I, Matt Garetty, guarantee you that I will stop Andrew!"

One of the leaders stepped forward.

"Garetty, I'm Federal Bureau of Investigation Agent Polly Osmond.

This is your warning. You must come with us! Surrender immediately and cooperate with the investigation, or we will not remain as polite as we are now!"

Matt shook his head slightly. "No. Please forgive me, but I can't do that. I have something more important to do."

"Garetty! I'll say this one last time. You have seriously endangered the personal and property safety of the United States and its citizens. You must cooperate with the investigation! Otherwise, we will arrest you according to the law!"

Matt still tried to explain. "I know you can't believe me, but listen to me. Only I can stop Andrew! What you're doing is useless. He's too strong now! You have to believe me!"

Osmond was no longer willing to waste words.

At his command, the F.B.I. agents moved directly.

However, they did not fire their guns. Instead, they launched grenades.

Aside from flashbangs and concussion grenades, the launchers also contained grenades filled with neurotoxin.

In an instant, a hazy yellow gas spread through the air.

After witnessing Andrew and Matt's power, they had known that conventional weapons were useless against them.

Unfortunately, they did not know that if Matt had possessed only Telekinesis, then with their experience and methods, this might have worked.

But after being strengthened by Current Propulsion, mere neurotoxin could not trouble them in the slightest!

Whoosh!

A figure shot into the sky, breaking free of the toxic fog.

"He's over there! Fire!!"

A barrage of gunfire concentrated on Matt as he sped through the sky.

But it had no effect at all.

Soon, Matt vanished beyond the horizon.

As for the room, Gu Qing and Steve had already disappeared as well.

—Squeak, squeak!

The cries of rats came from a dark corner.

This was Seattle's sewer system.

Like the shadow of this glamorous city.

It housed all the filth no one knew about.

The people above, standing high and mighty on the surface, never thought to lower their heads and take a look.

The crisscrossing pipes here connected every part of Seattle. There were not only rats, but humans too!

Most of them were homeless people, while a small number were criminals from all walks of life.

"Hey! Kid, get lost! This is my territory!"

The speaker was a homeless man, like most homeless people in the United States.

He dragged a tattered bundle behind him and wore a worn-out overcoat. His long hair and beard had gone unkempt for so long that they had clumped together.

He angrily berated the figure curled up in the corner.

Old blankets were spread here, with large pieces of cardboard erected around them to ward off the cold night wind.

It was obviously someone's carefully arranged shelter.

Yet the figure curled up on the ragged blanket paid no attention and simply lay there sleeping.

It was not until the homeless man returned that night that he discovered someone had taken over his nest.

He assumed it was another homeless person. This sort of thing happened often.

He knew he had to act fierce, and if necessary, he could beat the person up.

Only then could he defend his own interests.

But the person turned a deaf ear.

The homeless man was instantly enraged.

He stepped forward, intending to grab him and pull him up.

Yet he found that the man was as solid as a rock and could not be moved at all!

Startled, he used both hands.

He put all his strength into it.

Yet he only managed to turn the man over.

The instant their eyes met, the homeless man felt as though he had been targeted by a prehistoric beast.

His entire body stiffened, as if even his blood had frozen!

Suddenly!

The homeless man felt that the person before him looked somewhat familiar.

It was him!

That Wanted super-criminal.

Andrew Detmer!

"Y-you..."

Before he could finish speaking,

a flash of electricity streaked past.

—Crackle!

The homeless man was blasted away.

Slap!

He fell into the sewage nearby. When he floated back up, his entire body had become charred black!

Inside and out!

An awful smell rose along with wisps of white smoke.

Andrew sat up as hunger stirred in his stomach.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the homeless man's bundle lying nearby.

Inside was the man's haul for the day.

A few half-eaten hamburgers, several pieces of fried chicken, and a half-finished bottle of soda.

Unable to bear the hunger any longer, Andrew could not care less.

He stepped forward, grabbed a hamburger, and began chewing in huge bites.

In no time, he had devoured all the food.

Andrew clenched his fists.

Faint arcs of electricity flickered in his eyes.

As a Top Predator, he had now been reduced to a sewer rat.

It made Andrew furious.

But he had no choice.

Because those people had taken his mother hostage!

Karen Demotte!

With someone else holding leverage over him, he could not unleash his full strength at all!

He could only escape first.

The pent-up frustration in his heart had nowhere to go, and it was nearly driving him mad!

"I swear! You will pay for what you've done. You will!!"

His furious roar echoed through Seattle's shadow that night.