Valerie laughed triumphantly, ignoring the white men around her who were trying to stop her, and raised the jade ring.

The matter of the six cultural relics is now common knowledge. Isn't the middle-aged man in the X11 team so arrogant because he relies on the special ability of hypnosis, which is a kind of mind control?

Without this cultural relic, Valerie knew that no matter how skilled he was at hitting a target from a hundred paces, he would hardly achieve the same effect as before.

While congratulating herself on her "stealing" skills, she looked around and saw that the team members, whose faces were obscured by dark diving suits, were all desperate criminals who lived on the edge of a knife.

Yes, without taking risks, it's impossible to break free from the constraints of social class.

"Plan changed!" Valerie said coldly. "Kill this man immediately! Surround and destroy the entire X11!"

The people around looked at each other in bewilderment.

With the loss of their captain, Tritans, the morale of the entire Clinton W team collapsed rapidly, like a punctured balloon. Panic, like invisible algae, gripped everyone's hearts.

At that very moment, Valerie seized the enemy's lifeline, which undoubtedly shook the foundation of X11. The group of outlaws suddenly felt they were in charge again and subconsciously regarded her as the temporary command center.

The laborers and cleaners turned around, and the water crossbows emitted a dense, focused hum once again.

The icy blue torrents, like the searchlights of death, relentlessly pursued the enemy man's fleeting, indistinct silhouette as he darted through the coral reefs.

The heart-shaped necklace around the neck of the middle-aged man in the X11 team was flashing, seemingly conveying something.

The screams and crashes of mutated creatures echoed through the murky blood, and just then, a massive shadow, carrying overwhelming force, burst forth from the turbid waters near the X11 RV!

It was a mutated manatee, far larger than usual. Its originally relatively docile face was distorted into a ferocious shape by the radiation from the seabed. It charged forward, disrupting the rhythm, and then swallowed Tristan's lifeless corpse whole!

"Shit!" The white burly man's roar almost shattered the communication channel.

He was closest, and just as Tristan's body was about to sink to the bottom, he secretly made his plan—

Tristan is dead, and his cultural legacy will be unbound! This is the perfect opportunity!

He crouched low, his eyes gleaming with undisguised greed, ready to seize the easy riches amidst the chaos.

The mutated manatee's sudden, savage charge, like a giant hammer falling from the sky, completely crushed his carefully calculated route.

A massive shadow, carrying the oppressive feeling of death, descended.

The white man didn't even have time to make a proper evasive maneuver; he felt as if half of his body had been slammed into by a high-speed deep-sea mining truck!

"Crack!" The sickening sound of bones breaking was clearly audible even underwater.

The white strongman's left arm, along with half of his wetsuit shoulder armor, was smashed off like a piece of rotten wood under the crushing force of the manatee's hard, iron-like skin!

Severed limbs and broken equipment parts, mixed with thick blood plasma, instantly spread out in the cold seawater, forming a rapidly expanding crimson fog!

The smell of blood, like the most potent stimulant, completely ignited the already turbulent sea, which in turn gave the enemy man a very brief opportunity to escape!

Without pausing, the middle-aged man kicked wildly, using the chaotic currents stirred up by the manatee to swim towards an open area!

"Don't let him get away! He's over there!" Valerie had no time for those brainless white men; her shrill voice pierced the chaotic seabed, carrying a furious rage at being fooled.

“Damn it! I hit him! I definitely hit him!” an Asian male laborer roared in disbelief.

“Me too! I clearly hit that person’s left shoulder! But his movements weren’t affected at all!” another elderly woman’s voice echoed in confusion.

"Damn it! There's something wrong with his tattered suit!" A tall, thin, ugly white man cursed aloud, his voice distorted with frustration and anger. "That's definitely not an ordinary diving suit! It will disperse and absorb our water crossbows!"

How is that possible?!

Valerie squinted her narrow eyes, staring intently through the murky seawater and swaying light and shadow at the figure of the middle-aged man nimbly weaving among the huge reefs ahead.

In her eyes, the clothes were clearly a basic wetsuit made of blended fabric, grayish and without any conspicuous features, even with a few scratches from coral... as ordinary as could be.

"Impossible..." She was filled with doubt and suspicion, and a chilling feeling of being tricked crept up her spine.

But she quickly suppressed this wavering. The cool touch of the jade ring pressed against her palm.

Without a medium, hypnosis cannot be performed; what difference is there between that middle-aged man and an unarmed piece of trash? If he can't be killed even with this, then aren't the Clinton administration a bunch of useless idiots?!

Valerie suppressed her anger and continued her analysis, which finally put her at ease.

The cooldown time for mental abilities is the longest. Even if he has more than six pieces of equipment, it is impossible for him to activate them again in such a short time!

However, if Valerie had been more cautious, she might have noticed that the mutated sea creatures gathering around her were deliberately avoiding the middle-aged man's swimming path.

However, she was distracted by the blood around her and mistakenly thought that the sea creatures were gathered there because of the smell of blood.

"Those who are not injured, swim forward with me! Hitting that man once earns 100 points!" Valerie shouted at the logistics team's laborers.

The lower-level members of Clinton's organization all yearn to accumulate points, because only by reaching a certain level of points can they escape the fate of being low-level laborers who toil all day long.

Therefore, at this moment, everyone is doing their best, even though Valerie's status as a special agent has no advantage.

Not for any other reason than that Captain Tristan is dead.