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!"

it was Felix and Ravager...None of them bothered to turn around and continued on their

motorcycles and took off on them without waiting

told them to go ahead since he was confident in their strength

Selaphel eyed Nebula and she gave her a

to ask for their captain's permission, they sped away from the squad and gave

to be motivated and eager." Their captain yawned lazily, not

Rashford, do we follow

own little competition." Captain Rashford

...

Whoosh Whoosh!!

shared with a faint snicker as he looked behind him and noticed

them.' Felix said

knew that those two were planning to steal their targets. There was

the gang five kilometers away.'

"Let's give a chase."

increased his speed to the limit, flying right above the heads of the

was extremely precise in his drive, making effortless manipulations to avoid pedestrians, vehicles,

the breaks on multiple times, which forced him

there anything he isn't good at?' He commentated, a bit awed and annoyed

to moving at much crazier

getting to

Nebula saw Felix pulling away, she also increased her speed and

second, both of them pulled ahead of Ravager and Seraphel, forcing

criminals went through the complex labyrinth of alleys, Felix and Nebula

and intercept

waiting for you on the other

other for a moment before they went in two separate

...

as the night was illuminated with vibrant hues of blues

motorcycles, with their riders, seemed more like shadows slipping through these

engines hummed, echoing through the labyrinthine alleys, as they tried

have two enforcers on our tail, they are coming at us harder than expected!

for support with cold sweat dripping on his back after hearing the faraway hum of

paid handsomely by one of their VIP clients to create some chaos in the

in the underground and run criminal activities,

trusted in their own skills and

enforcer, they might have gotten away easily, but

ignited by

responded with an ethereal

"Give it your best."

retorted indifferently, swerving his bike expertly around a tight bend, nearly grazing the

"Dodge this!"

the next alley, one of the criminals threw a sparkling grenade behind, which exploded into a cloud

anticipating the move, ascended her bike just in time, hovering above the mist, while Felix swerved into a side alley to avoid

'Split up!!'

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

and Nebula quickly communicated telepathically, deciding to

the one on the right!'

on her target, replied, "Left

met, but it didn't mean that they

day, their performance would be judged by their own captains, and if they heard about any foul play between them, none of them would

Whoosh! Whoosh!

dizzying blur of lights and shades as

will show up in the sixth line