Hera followed the group out without saying a word.

After going outside, I saw two police cars parked outside, and the little girl that Hera had thrown out was sitting in the back seat of one of the police cars.

At that moment, she was being comforted by a policewoman, who also gave her a teddy bear.

The man in the cloak was clearly the captain. After exchanging a few words with the police, he hailed a taxi, let the group get in, and started heading back.

Sitting in the taxi, Hera felt a little disappointed for some reason.

She thought things would be different on the American side, like there might be some hidden roads leading directly to the base.

Surprisingly, just like in Daxia, it was quite approachable.

Then why dress so strangely?

Clearly, the other three team members, dressed in their stylish battle uniforms, looked somewhat awkward sitting in an ordinary taxi with the plainly dressed taxi driver.

After a long silence, the taxi finally stopped in front of a fast food restaurant.

The group got out of the taxi without paying the fare and went inside.

But the taxi driver didn't say anything, just whistled and drove away.

It seems that Night Stars here in the US have special privileges.

Following the crowd into the fast food restaurant, we found it to be quite deserted, with not a single customer in sight.

But look at the name of the store: Star Burger.

Um……

Well, it seems more convenient to have fewer guests.

"You're back, cough, cough..."

A middle-aged man who looked ill walked out of the lounge, leaning against the wall and coughing.

Upon seeing him, the man in the cloak quickly stepped forward to help him and seated him at the dining table to rest.

Hera's expression changed imperceptibly. This person should be the real captain, with a cultivation level of 'Royal Master'.

There was nothing wrong with it, but Hera sensed a foreign aura inside this person's body. It didn't merge with him; it simply stayed inside him.

Like a parasite.

"Boss, you sit still, we'll get the food ready after we change our clothes."

The middle-aged man nodded, and the man in the cloak led the others to the changing room to change clothes.

These clothes are really hard to take off. I don't know if they're out of their minds or what, insisting on wearing such uncomfortable clothes.

Fortunately, the clothes they usually wear are fairly normal, not much different from those in Daxia.

Hera came out of the locker room, where the other team members had already changed and were preparing to eat.

These people are quite recognizable: the man in the cape is white, another is black, and then there is a white woman.

Including the middle-aged man sitting at the table and Hera herself, there were five people in total.

Incidentally, Hera is now in the form of an East Asian, looking exactly like the people of Daxia.

This personnel configuration seems so familiar...

Hera shook her head, not caring about anything else, and wandered around the room until she finally found a dusty copy of "The Rules and Regulations of the Night Stars" in an office.

There have been special investigation teams like this before, but I've heard that they're different in each region.

After all, knowing yourself and your enemy is the key to victory. More importantly, Hera was worried that Great Xia would discover her in the United States through satellites, so she wanted to see if the United States and Great Xia shared intelligence.

Sitting down at the dining table, Hera began to carefully examine the first page.

"Hey, Myra, stop spacing out and eat."

As Hera watched, the black man patted her on the shoulder and then placed a hamburger next to her.

Hera then realized that the others had already started eating.

Closing the book she had finished reading, Hera didn't pick up her hamburger to eat. Instead, she turned to look at the black man sitting next to her.

"Generally speaking, Night Stars from different countries don't exchange intelligence, except for special pursuit teams, right?"

The Black man sitting next to Hera was startled by her emotionless words and jokingly bumped her shoulder.

"You'd better shut up, you scared me."

The Black man smiled and then answered his question.

"Generally speaking, that's how it is. Satellites are mostly used by high-ranking people, and they are not used to check things in the civilian world."

Furthermore, even if a satellite possesses certain intelligence, according to international law, it cannot arbitrarily disclose that intelligence to other countries.

The Black man casually spoke to Hera while munching on fried chicken, urging her to eat quickly.

"Okay, thank you..."

Hera slowly raised her hand, then clenched her fist and swung it in a circular motion, smashing it into the black man's head.

Bang!

Instantly, a red and white mixture exploded like fireworks, and the black man fell to the ground.

"Oh my God!"

"Myra! What are you doing!"

The three people eating across from us were startled by this sudden scene and cried out.

The white man angrily sat up from the bench, braced himself on the table, and threw a punch at Hera.

The fist slammed straight into Hera's face, and blood splattered everywhere.

But this is not Hera's.

The white man looked at his right hand, which was missing two fingers, and felt a piercing pain shooting straight to his brain.

He fell off the table, clutching his hand.

Hera turned her head back, chewing on the few fingers she had just bitten off.

Aside from middle-aged people, the highest level these people can reach is only the peak of the 'high-level' stage.

Hera, having consumed the hooded man, a person of 'high-level' cultivation, has almost recovered her strength to that of a 'King'.

The woman stared at the white man lying on the ground, momentarily stunned. The middle-aged man, however, quickly realized that the woman before him, Myra, was no longer human.

Dragging his weakened body, he hurriedly ran towards where the weapons were kept.

But a bone whip had already burst out from Hera's back.

With a swift swing, he turned the middle-aged man's head into a bloody pulp.

How can he be so weak? Logically speaking, someone at the 'King's Army' level should be able to easily dodge this attack, right?

Hmm, it could be due to the foreign species inside his body, otherwise he wouldn't be so weak.

Hera thought to herself, then turned to look at the woman who was standing there, stunned.

The woman stood there, stunned, staring at her three teammates who had died instantly in front of her, her mind completely in turmoil.

Hera's body slowly writhed, and her originally wheat-yellow skin began to turn white.

Her body gradually became smaller, and a head of white hair grew up to her waist.

Hera slowly walked towards the woman, the bone whip on her back swaying gently like the scythe of death.

The woman took two steps back, terrified, and collapsed to the ground. In her horrified gaze, she saw Hera cupping her face in her hands.

The corners of his mouth slowly parted, revealing a mouth full of fangs that could cover his entire head, which slowly approached his face.

Then I couldn't feel anything anymore.