"You don't even know this?" Dreiser said in surprise. "Although there are very few people with recessive genes, they do exist. Unlike people with dominant genes, every person with a recessive gene is born no different from an ordinary person. Moreover, they cannot be detected even by mental energy field perception. Only when the recessive gene automatically erupts at the right time, or is triggered, can they have the opportunity to become a superhuman. The vast majority of people with recessive genes belong to the latter. Due to the lack of triggering conditions, many people with recessive genes do not even know that they have superhuman abilities until they die."
Ling Yun suddenly realized that there were indeed people with invisible genetic abilities. In that case, the mystery of why the ghost couldn't possess Yang Yuqi was solved. He hadn't expected Yang Yuqi to be a person with invisible genetic abilities. He just wondered if being possessed by a ghost once would be enough to trigger the emergence of her abilities.
I've looked up recessive genes online. Actually, everyone has this kind of recessive gene in their body, but in normal people, it usually manifests at fixed times. Moreover, recessive genes often represent diseases. Some people will develop hereditary diseases at fixed times, even without environmental stimuli, which is probably due to the recessive gene.
"What is your purpose in doing this? As superhumans, you already possess power beyond the mundane world, and you can easily obtain wealth and the highest material enjoyment. Why do you still want to meddle in secular political power?" Ling Yun asked slowly. In fact, if superhuman organizations simply pursue power, that is understandable, because superhumans themselves have superpowers, so it is normal for Tianyan to track Tianyan's whereabouts.
However, it's somewhat incomprehensible for someone with superpowers to try and seize control of secular political power. Different levels of power dictate different pursuits. Leaving aside the question of whether they could actually obtain such power, even if they painstakingly gained control of the government or a massive interest group, what then? World domination? In Ling Yun's view, such an energy-consuming and time-consuming endeavor with almost no chance of success is entirely counterproductive. Superpowered individuals are still in a primitive stage of researching their abilities. If they abandon their research and fail to cultivate stronger power, even with immense strength, they will gradually decline.
"Heh heh, what do you know? Don't think that just because you have superpowers you can be aloof and detached from worldly affairs. Superpowered individuals are also human, and they have all sorts of needs." Dreiser sneered. "What we want is not political power, but resources. The greatest controllers of resources are in the hands of secular governments. To them, our Sky Eye Society is just a force that walks in the shadows, never able to be brought into the open. And you Chinese superpowered individuals, in themselves, represent a part of secular power."
Ling Yun remained silent, but had to admit that what this hideous guy who kept ghost pets said made some sense.
"What's your name? Before I came to China, I specifically investigated the superhumans at the Chinese Superhuman Headquarters, and I don't think I've ever heard of you. Also, who was that superhuman who ambushed me last time?" Dreiser asked, seeing that Ling Yun remained silent and made no move. When he saw Ling Yun in the suburbs of Beijing last time, he thought Ling Yun was a member of a Chinese superhuman organization and that his whereabouts had been discovered, so he had murderous intent. However, after checking the records, he realized that Ling Yun was not a superhuman officially recognized by the Chinese government.
In fact, Dreiser had heard of Ling Yun before coming to China. He knew China was a vast country with many extraordinary people and events, and that not all those with supernatural abilities were from official organizations. However, he hadn't expected that shortly after arriving in Beijing and taking control of a drug trafficking group, just as he was about to use the military region for his own purposes, he would run into Ling Yun twice, ruining his plans. Dreiser suffered greatly; not only did he lose his pet ghost, but his life was also in the hands of this young man.
Dreiser was astonished by Ling Yun's young age. He couldn't understand how Ling Yun could possess such power at such a young age. In the Sky Eye Society, even the lowest-ranking lieutenant was at least around thirty years old. Although the strength of a person's strength was not necessarily proportional to their age, Ling Yun still looked too young.
"You think I'd tell you?" Ling Yun smiled calmly. He bent down, held his hand towards Dreiser's face, and released a silver ball of light from his palm. Within the ball of light, a faint, ferocious shadow was slowly taking shape. "Lieutenant Dreiser, we have an old Chinese saying, 'An eye for an eye.' Since you wanted to make me your pet, then I'm sorry, I had the same idea."
Dreiser's pupils suddenly contracted. Although he was suppressed by Ling Yun's mental field, his keen eyesight still allowed him to discern what the shadow of the ball of light in Ling Yun's hand was. He even smelled a very familiar, chilling aura at the tip of his nose. It was the aura of the pet ghost he had been cultivating for years, and it was not the ghost nascent form, but a mature ghost form.
A look of shock appeared on Dreiser's face. If there was anything in this world that could make him pay more attention than the fear of death or even being possessed and turned into a puppet, it was the ghost that Ling Yun had transformed into.
"Impossible!" Dreiser almost shouted, but in the real world, he knew he wasn't dreaming. His lips trembled, his facial muscles twitched uncontrollably, and he managed to utter a few words with great difficulty: "How did you do that?"
Ling Yun tossed the ball of light gently, and it floated into the air like a bubble, inflating as the ghostly figure within grew larger, eventually reaching life-size. The ball of light flickered and vanished, revealing a chilling, menacing, and terrifying ghost in the sky above the plaza. Before Ling Yun could even beckon, it flew over automatically and stood before him, like a docile pet.
Dreiser stared intently at the ghost, his two bright blue eyes practically bulging out of their sockets. This was definitely not an illusion concocted by Ling Yun to deceive him; it was a genuine ghost. He didn't need to sense it or use his mental energy field to detect it; he could tell it was real just by feeling it. Ling Yun could summon the ghost that he had cultivated over many years with a mere wave of his hand. With this ability alone, he had already completely dominated him. How laughable that he was still in a delusional illusion, thinking he was the master who controlled everything, when in reality he was just a player in a game.
Thinking of this, Dreiser's face turned ashen. He suddenly let out a thunderous roar, his mental energy field condensing into a finger-sized entity within his body, before exploding with a deafening roar.
Over the years, he has controlled countless living puppets, and the number of those successfully possessed by ghosts has reached double digits. Dreiser naturally knows what the tragic end is for those who are controlled. Death is no longer the greatest fear, but the greatest relief. Although the puppet itself does not have this awareness, those who know him can feel that deep sorrow.
Therefore, he would rather self-destruct, even if it meant perishing together with the enemy at the last moment, than be controlled by Ling Yun. It was truly an inhuman punishment and torture. He had always treated others as puppets, and now that it was his turn, he finally felt the taste of that kind of fear.
Chapter 149 Drug Trafficking Group
A transparent protective shield instantly formed within the mental energy field, enveloping Dreiser. Shockwaves crashed against the shield like a tidal wave, emitting a buzzing sound. The shield trembled incessantly, but with Ling Yun's continuous input of his energy, it quickly reached a balance with the shockwaves. After a moment, the shockwaves gradually weakened, and the shield slowly opened, revealing only a faint black humanoid figure on the ground; there was no trace of Dreiser's presence.
Self-destruction of the psychic field is the simplest and most direct way for a superhuman to commit suicide. Unless the situation is irreversible or it is the most desperate moment, a superhuman will not take such a decisive method of suicide. Although it can cause some damage to the enemy, a superhuman who self-destructs is usually reduced to ashes, leaving nothing behind, not even a trace of the psychic field.
Even those with superpowers are human, and naturally hope their remains will be preserved after death. Few truly wish for their souls to vanish into nothingness. Dreiser's choice of this method of suicide clearly stemmed from extreme fear; he feared that even if he left behind a body, Ling Yun would use it as a puppet. Even the corpse of a superpowered individual possessed immense potential for exploitation, so he ultimately chose self-destruction.
Ling Yun silently gazed at the humanoid traces on the ground that once represented Dreiser's existence. With a gentle flick of his right hand, the ghostly figure standing motionless beside him began to fade in the air and slowly disappeared.
Even in death, Dreiser couldn't understand why Ling Yun could create ghostly forms out of thin air. In fact, during the process of being possessed by the ghost, the copy had already perfectly analyzed the ghost's combination data. As long as it was a substance composed of pure energy, the copy could analyze it all, then decompose the data and transmit it to Ling Yun's brain. Therefore, Ling Yun only needed to simulate the cold energy to copy the ghost.
Dreiser had never witnessed replication before, so he naturally couldn't understand the terrifying nature of Ling Yun's incredibly powerful technique. Or perhaps, even if he had, his astonishment wouldn't have been less than seeing Ling Yun's ability to replicate ghosts. The replication technique was the most mysterious of the techniques generated by Yu Xiujie's barrier; even Yu Xiujie hadn't mastered it. Ling Yun still didn't understand the principles behind replication, and the more he applied it, the more he sensed the vastness and complexity of this technique—it seemed like there was no end to its study.
Ling Yun didn't actually intend to use the cloned ghost to possess Dreiser and create a puppet of a superhuman. He simply wanted to scare Dreiser and, incidentally, extract more secrets about the Heavenly Eye Society from him. Unexpectedly, after hearing his words, Dreiser was terrified and attempted self-destruction. Fortunately, Ling Yun reacted quickly and used protective measures to stop the spread of the explosion's power; otherwise, the survival of the underground plaza would have been uncertain.
The ghost was copied and then disbanded again. As long as Ling Yun wanted, he could copy the ghost again at any time. This evil form was a product of a branch of psychic arts, and it was extremely evil. Even from Dreiser's memories, Ling Yun had seen puppets of no less than dozens of people. Among them were living, conscious people who were possessed and turned into puppets, suffering unbearable pain, unable to live or die.
Whether out of morality or self-interest, Dreiser had to die. He chose to self-destruct, thus achieving a swift end for himself. Ling Yun thought to himself. Just as he was about to use Earth Escape Technique to leave again, Dreiser died, and the matter of the Ghost came to an end. As for the Heavenly Eye Society's attempt to seize secular power, he could report it when he went to the Supernatural Abilities Headquarters with Xia Zhen. Perhaps the authorities would be interested in this matter.
Clang, clang.
The distinctive clanging sound of mine carts running on the rails could be heard from the air-raid shelter on the gentle slope.
Ling Yun was slightly taken aback and couldn't help but look up towards the exit of the air-raid shelter. As the clanging sound grew louder, another power unit appeared behind the original one that was carrying drugs. After a whistling sound of brakes, the new power unit stopped, but it wasn't pulling a huge mining cart behind it.
The four iron doors on either side of the aircraft's nose opened, and eight agile men jumped out. Six of them were dressed in uniform military attire, appearing to be soldiers, each carrying a long AK-47. The other two men were slightly older, each wearing a gray khaki jacket with the buttons undone, revealing pistols tucked into their waistbands. One of the men also held a half-smoked cigarette.
After the eight people jumped off the vehicle, they were all shocked by the scene in the underground plaza. The drugs scattered on the mine cart and in the plaza had long been reduced to ashes by the flames. Even the mountain of drugs piled up in the center of the plaza had been reduced to a small pile like a campfire after Ling Yun and Dreiser's fierce battle, emitting a bright but pale yellow glow that only illuminated a very small area in the center of the plaza.
A sweet smell permeated the air above the square; it was the gas particles emitted by methamphetamine, marijuana, and opium in the high temperature, much like the smell of alcohol on a drunkard. It was so strong that it made people drowsy. If a drug addict were to appear here, it would be like entering paradise.
Upon reaching Ling Yun, who stood in the center of the square, several soldiers swiftly raised their AK-47s, cocked them, and aimed them at Ling Yun's head. If he moved even slightly, the merciless bullets would pierce any vital part of his body within 0.1 seconds, even from a distance of fifty meters. This young man's appearance was too eerie; despite his honest and harmless appearance, he sent a chill down the spines of the eight men.
The man holding the cigarette quickly threw down the half-smoked cigarette, drew his pistol from his waist, pointed it at Ling Yun, and shouted, "Who are you?"
Another man, around forty years old, gently stopped him. He was the drug lord responsible for contacting Dreiser and knew some of the secrets of those with superpowers. This young man didn't seem simple, and his sudden appearance here, while Dreiser had vanished, made it unclear whether he was also one of those mysterious, high-ranking figures.
Although he knew some of the secrets of people with superpowers, he didn't have much contact with them. Moreover, Dreiser was only responsible for the safekeeping of the transported drugs and the transfer of accounts after the drugs were sold; he didn't care about anything else and naturally wouldn't deal with these ordinary drug dealers.
Although these drug dealers were ruthless, they couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines after seeing the terrifying corpse puppets. They usually kept their distance and dared not take a single step closer. Moreover, their boss had warned them not to contact Dreiser, or they would bear the consequences. They were only responsible for delivering the goods and leaving as soon as possible, and the corpse puppets would come up and carry them away on their own.
In fact, the underground plaza has just been built, and there is still one modification machine that has not been delivered. The raw drugs transported from the drug production area can only be sold at a high price after being processed by the modification machine. Dreiser's idea is to turn this place into a drug processing plant that runs day and night, and then transport the packaged drugs out again to make a profit from the price difference and high profits. Anyway, the corpse puppets do not need to be paid, nor do they need to keep secrets. Moreover, with the ghost's protection, it is an absolute guarantee.
Unfortunately, before the underground processing plant could be completed, Ling Yun suddenly arrived, burning not only the drug raw materials that the drug cartel had spent a lot of money to transport, but also turning the superhuman Dreiser into a ghost. It can be said that man proposes, God disposes.
"Excuse me, young man," the forty-something-year-old leader nodded graciously to Ling Yun, "What brings you to our territory?"
Ling Yun almost burst out laughing. What else could he want? This drug dealer was really being sarcastic. He sized up the leader, then suddenly had an idea and asked, "Do you know Qin Zhengwei?"
"I know him." The forty-something-year-old leader was taken aback and answered subconsciously, but he regretted it as soon as the words left his mouth and hurriedly said, "Why are you asking about this person?"
"He's my classmate." Ling Yun smiled with satisfaction. It seemed he had gained a lot tonight. By sheer chance, he had not only solved the mystery of the ghost and avenged himself, but also finally uncovered the drug trafficking group behind Qin Zhengwei. This drug trafficking group was quite powerful, and it was even controlled by a lieutenant from the Sky Eye Society. He wondered if there were even more powerful and mysterious figures hiding behind it. Obviously, the leader who came was not the real leader of the drug trafficking group, and the real boss would not have come here.
"Oh, so he's Zhengwei's classmate. He's one of ours too." The leader seemed to understand something and immediately relaxed. Maybe he was a helper that Qin Zhengwei and his gang of kids had found? What nonsense! How could they tell others such a secret? The leader thought to himself.
Once the initial fear subsided, a murderous intent secretly arose. The leader walked towards Ling Yun with a smile, as if embracing an old friend he hadn't seen in years. His hand, however, secretly reached for the pistol tucked into his waistband. No matter what, this location couldn't be revealed to anyone. Even if this child had a significant connection to Qin Zhengwei, he had to be eliminated, unless he was willing to hide in this dark cave forever.
"Oh, you're all from the same group." Ling Yun acted as if he hadn't noticed the leader's subtle movements. "I'd like to tell you some good news. I've already reported Qin Zhengwei, Fang Xiaoming, and Lü Xing, and they've been sent to prison. So I'm really looking forward to meeting all of you in prison. I also know that a general, the commander of the Third Defense District in Beijing, is also involved in your group's underground business and is currently trading arms with European arms dealers. Am I right?"
The leader abruptly stopped, his smile freezing on his face. "How do you know all this?" he said sharply, drawing a pistol from his waist and pointing the dark muzzle at Ling Yun's head.