Supremacy Games

1466 A Hired Gang of Misfits!

Sometime later...

Nidam had returned to the office with an irked expression, the horrid smell of cigarettes was all over his body.

"The seller is gone and has disabled his crystal device. There is no way to reach him." He reported.

"They sure moved fast." Captain Charleson sighed.

He already expected this much to happen, but he still held a bit of hope that his assumption of a traitor amidst them was false.

Now, he was convinced.

"Label him as a fugitive and dispatch a wide search across the heavenly plane." He ordered.

"On it."

Nidam left the office and made the request after filling in the seller's details...He might have been an underground seller, but he was also an active merchant in the daylight.

'Will it get rejected or approved?' Captain Charleson narrowed his eyes, awaiting the response from Inspector Nolvar.

Alas, he waited, waited, and waited. After half a day, no response was delivered yet, causing his suspicion about him to get more real.

In the end, Captain Charleson decided to confront him about his delay as he knew that the more time they wasted, the harder it would get for them to find Quillon again.

Just as he was about to walk out of his office, the serene, almost mundane atmosphere of the law enforcement department was abruptly shattered when sirens began to wail, accompanied by the frenzied flashing of red emergency lights.

Captain Charleson's expression turned solemn, knowing that an emergency had occurred.

When he glanced at the nearest digital board, it displayed a live feed from the bazaar, showing a group of rowdy spirits.

Their forms were blurry and distorted, laughing and wreaking havoc...Their ethereal fingers swept through stalls, taking whatever they pleased, leaving shopkeepers and patrons in sheer terror.

-All law enforcers on duty head to the bazaar immediately! I repeat all law enforcers on duty head to the bazaar immediately!-

Everyone heard the announcement and took off in a disciplined manner in the direction of the bazaar. Even Felix and Ravager were forced to halt their research and join them.

"Attention all units!" Inspector Nolvar's voice boomed over the intercom of the squads he was responsible over. "We have a 10-31, a mass burglary at the grand bazaar! The culprits are a gang of low-class spirits. They are currently making their escape on hover motorcycles. I want them intercepted and apprehended immediately!"

As the video feed continued to play, an aerial shot showed the gang zooming out of the bazaar area on motorcycles, their engines letting out an eerie, ghostly roar. Trails of spectral energy followed them, the visual representation of their raw power.

"Captain Charleson, you are the lead of this operation!" Inspector Nolvar ordered and made sure everyone heard it.

"Roger."

Captain Charleson agreed in a professional manner, not showing an ounce of dissatisfaction even though he was certain this entire situation occurred to hold him back.

"Damn it, why is that bastard's team always getting the best missions?" Nebula cursed in displeasure.

She was seen flying with her squad in the direction of the main doors.

"Stop complaining, it's orders from the inspector." Seraphel said calmly, "All we have to do is keep outperforming them and they will have no chance to win even if they accept ten missi..."

"Get out of the way." Before she could finish her sentence, an overbearing cold voice interrupted her from above.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

When she lifted her head, all she was met with was a hot wind breeze passing her.

"Traveler!"

them bothered to turn around and continued

and took off on them without waiting

their own. Captain Charleson told them to go ahead since

gang members.' Selaphel eyed Nebula and she gave her

permission, they sped away from the squad and

Their captain yawned lazily, not bothered in the slightest by

Rashford, do we

them have their own little competition." Captain Rashford waved his

...

Whoosh Whoosh!!

faint snicker as he

them.' Felix

two were planning to steal their targets.

are three members of the gang five kilometers

"Let's give a chase."

speed to the limit, flying right

manipulations to avoid pedestrians,

optimal and had to pull the breaks on multiple

He commentated, a bit awed and annoyed at the same

at much crazier speeds, this was

getting to them

increased her speed and used even

pulled ahead of Ravager and Seraphel, forcing them to try

of alleys, Felix and Nebula

go around and intercept

waiting for you on

each other for a moment before they

...

neon-lit alleys of the capital painted a surrealistic landscape as the night was illuminated with vibrant hues of blues and

hovering motorcycles, with their riders, seemed more like

echoing through the labyrinthine alleys,

enforcers on our tail, they are coming at us

sweat dripping on his

was paid handsomely by one of their VIP clients to create

underground and run criminal activities,

trusted in their own skills and

if it was any other law enforcer, they might have gotten away easily, but

tails, their competitive spirits ignited by the chase and

a cold smirk, Nebula accelerated her bike, which responded with an ethereal glow, "Bet I nab them before you,

"Give it your best."

retorted indifferently, swerving his bike expertly around a

"Dodge this!"

he appeared in the next alley, one of the criminals threw a sparkling grenade behind, which

ascended her bike just in time, hovering above the mist, while Felix

'Split up!!'

labyrinth to their advantage, the criminals split up, each taking

and Nebula quickly communicated telepathically,

on the right!'

target,

each time they met, but it didn't mean that they would sabotage each other by

of the day, their performance would be judged by their own captains, and if

Whoosh! Whoosh!

and shades as both Felix

sixth line if