# Chapter 23: Agents
On the Rooftop of a forty-five-story building, George Stacy had just reached the top floor when he saw several people in black suits kneeling on the ground, taking samples of a pile of something.
He immediately raised the service pistol in his hand and aimed it at them.
Behind him, several Detectives also raised their guns.
"Don't misunderstand, Police Chief, we are Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) field agents. This case is now under our jurisdiction!"
A middle-aged man who looked about forty, slightly balding, spoke with a warm smile, spreading his hands to signal the Detectives to relax.
Police Chief George frowned but did not lower his gun. "Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) Agent, you'd better show me identification proving your identity!"
The middle-aged man calmly took out a credential from inside his suit jacket under the watchful eyes of the Detectives, walked forward, and handed it to George for inspection.
Police Chief George took the credential, looked at the photo and identity information on it, and immediately pulled out his walkie-talkie.
"Hello, Police Department? This is George Stacy. Check the information for a Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) Agent, Duke Ackermann!"
"Okay, I understand!"
Police Chief George listened to the information relayed from the Police Department. They said the access was restricted, but after cross-referencing, the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) indeed had this person.
The middle-aged man named Duke said nothing about Police Chief George's distrust, maintaining a gentle smile on his face the entire time.
He took back the credential from Police Chief George.
"Police Chief, this case involves national security. The subsequent work will be handled by us. We hope the New York Police Department (NYPD) will no longer interfere!"
Duke spoke very politely, but Police Chief George's expression was grim. Although he didn't directly show his displeasure towards him, he said nothing further and left the Rooftop with his subordinate Police Officers.
In the Federation, each state has its own police system, while the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) is directly under the jurisdiction of the Federal Government. To some extent, it ranks half a level higher than state-level police systems, but there is no direct hierarchical relationship between the two.
However, the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) has the priority right to take over cases deemed to endanger national security.
State police forces generally don't have a good impression of Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) Agents.
Of course, Agent Phil Coulson didn't care about this at all.
Even if the New York Police Department (NYPD) resented him and was dissatisfied, they would look for Duke of the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI), not Phil Coulson.
"Sir, you need to see this?"
An Agent responsible for sampling suddenly exclaimed.
Phil Coulson quickly walked over.
In the corner of the Rooftop, a pool of viscous, blood-red liquid was constantly bubbling. Clothing residue and faintly visible bones stuck to it proved that a person had once been there.
"Sir, this is incredible. This isn't strong acid or chemical toxin. It's some kind of Biological Toxin!"
Hearing his subordinate Agent, Phil Coulson frowned. "Are you telling me that something capable of corroding a person's Corpse into this state is the Venom of some kind of creature? Is it a poisonous snake or something else? Or is it an extraterrestrial species?"
The Agent looked somewhat troubled. "The current portable detector can only analyze that it's a Biological Toxin. A more detailed analysis requires sending it to the Science Division!"
"Then send it for testing immediately!"
Phil Coulson looked at the pile of paste-like liquid before him, frowned, took out a Mobile Phone, and walked to the side.
...…
"Failed!"
In an unknown Manor somewhere in New York.
Inside an artificially constructed Hot Spring Pool, Steam rose, and steam swirled. Kingpin soaked in the hot spring, enjoying the comfort the water brought.
Despite being covered in muscle, his weight of over four hundred pounds put immense pressure on his heart. Only in water could Kingpin relieve the heavy pressure on his body, which was why he liked soaking in hot springs.
Kingpin picked up the wine glass on the floating tray before him and drained it in one gulp. Regarding the bad news brought by Bullseye, Kingpin did not get angry. The assassination failure seemed to be within his expectations.
"Go tell Deacon Frost the deal is done. I will prepare the hundred virgins he wants and have him fulfill his promise!" Bullseye accepted the order and left. In the empty hot spring room, Kingpin took out a Satellite Phone.
"Sloan, your Loom needs one more name!"
...…
Night fell. Tang Song sent Skye back to the Manor.
He went directly to the cultivation grounds, to his Secret Cave Chamber for cultivation.
First, he went to the Corpse Pit at the edge of the Altar. Tang Song removed the White Jade Bracelet from his left hand and threw it into the Corpse Pit.
The silk thread connecting the White Jade Bracelet broke directly above the Corpse Pit. Skull patterns appeared on the porcelain-white jade beads.
Upon contact with the Dark Green Corpse Fire floating above the Corpse Pit, the color of these jade beads gradually turned ghastly white, becoming Bone Beads.
These Bone Beads devoured the flames of Dark Green Corpse Fire, gradually transforming into Skeleton Demons the size of human heads.
These Skeleton Demons darted around within the Corpse Pit, devouring the Yin Qi and Dark Green Corpse Fire at the bottom of the pit.
Skeleton Demon, the second most vicious Demonic Art listed in the Heshan Scripture. This Demonic Art requires the skulls of people who died violent deaths as materials, condensing countless Fierce Souls and Vicious Spirits, and killing countless living beings to be refined.
The poisonous smoke sprayed by the Skeleton Demon contains Corpse Poison, which is fatal to anyone who inhales it. For every living being it kills, it can devour their Soul, increasing its Ferocity.
After releasing the Skeleton Demons, Tang Song then removed Xiao Hei, which had seen blood today, allowing it to transform into its Black Snake body and coil around the Heavenly Spirit of an Armored Corpse to absorb Moonlight Essence Qi.
With the Skeleton Demons and Xiao Hei on guard, Tang Song sat cross-legged at the center of the Altar.
Threads of Moonlight Essence Qi began to surge into Tang Song's body through his fontanelle.
The Qi Condensation realm is divided into early, middle, and late stages. It is essentially a process of using Sun Essence and Moonlight Essence, Heaven and Earth Essence Qi to fill and transform one's body.
Both Qi Condensation and Foundation Establishment are like this. Only when a cultivator's body is strengthened by the transformation of Heaven and Earth Essence Qi can it withstand the Heaven and Earth Fiendish Qi of later stages.
A Qi Condensation cultivator refines True Qi, continuously converting Heaven and Earth Essence Qi into True Qi.
Threads of Great Yin Lunar Essence were continuously absorbed, absorbed, absorbed. Tang Song's hands formed a lotus shape, and he silently chanted the 'Demon Subduing Heart Mantra', an unspoken secret of the Daoist sect. His fingers moved rapidly, and dazzling silver light formed complex Talismans in the air.
Thirty-six Bronze Armored Corpses simultaneously absorbed Lunar Star Power.
Tang Song was drenched in sweat. Threads of powerful Qi Energy sprayed out from all his Pores. At the same time, wisps of Lunar Star Power, like smoke mixed with countless light points, surged in through his fontanelle. The Four Symbols and Twenty-Eight Mansions rotated wildly.
Tang Song felt incredibly comfortable. A stream of Turbid Qi surged straight up from his lower abdomen. He suddenly tilted his head back and let out a roar towards the sky.
A silent shockwave pierced straight through the soil layer, through a hundred meters of altitude, and exploded in the high sky like a clap of thunder. The scattered airflow pushed away large patches of mist, and points of starlight shot straight down.
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Manhattan, Hell's Kitchen.
More than thirty black vans dispersed, heading towards the various Strongholds of the Foot Clan.
The Foot Clan's Business primarily involved Bio-drug Smuggling, which is drug smuggling, and the Flour Business. Their operations weren't large, but they had their own territory in New York.
Frank sat in the back row of a black seven-seater van, wiping his service weapon with a serious expression.
He had just received news that his Boss had been assassinated. Although he had confidence in Tang Song and was certain that these insignificant figures wouldn't harm his Boss, that monster,
He still had to show the proper attitude.
"Mission changed. Annihilate everyone in the Foot Clan," Frank issued his command through his Headset Communicator.
The Communicator was silent, except for breathing sounds.
Those present were all elites from the military. Some were Rangers, some were retired Navy SEALs, and others were retired Special Forces soldiers from various countries.
With standard issue Russian rifles in hand, wearing Full Gear, and equipped with Wireless Communication Headsets, at this moment, this group of seasoned military personnel unanimously entered a War State.
(End of this chapter)