Leon was filled with envy and jealousy toward Vic of Bolton City.
After all, within a city's entire Beyonder hierarchy, the Special Operations Team always received the least pay and did the most work.
Every member of the Special Operations Team had only a 30% chance of surviving five years.
The chance of completing the initial ten-year contract in sound physical and mental health was only 6%.
As a result, every city's Special Operations Team had always been desperately short-handed.
Although they enjoyed a certain special status and could freely requisition police officers to assist with their cases.
When they actually faced Beyonder powers, they still had to prioritize the safety of those ordinary officers.
Moreover, the golden glow around their bodies allowed others to quickly recognize their true identities.
Ordinary Beyonders generally did not dare attack them.
But reckless Fanatics intent on causing major trouble were usually more than willing to target Special Operations Team members first.
Yet once a city's Special Operations Team acquired a sufficiently powerful outlier.
That outlier alone could intimidate and suppress Fanatics throughout the entire city.
Leon clearly remembered that the Special Operations Team in New Township had two such outliers.
Those two fellows had few desires and spent every day drinking, carousing, and living in a drunken haze.
As long as one of them had enough women and booze, he was willing to behave and follow orders.
The other's hobby was preaching to people.
As long as the Authorities permitted him to preach, he would accept any assignment they gave him.
Since both had such straightforward goals, their loyalty had always been assured.
Whenever a particularly troublesome Beyonder case arose, those two could usually handle it with ease.
Leon had always hoped someone like that would turn up in New Haven.
He had