Perception of the Will of Observation.

A large detachment soon arrived at the location Spandine indicated, only they were already too late, as all their objects of observation scattered in all directions.

　　"Where did they run?" Spandine yelled angrily at his men.

　　"These people quickly dispersed and fled, we only caught a few."

　　"Nonsense, all this is nonsense, where are the captured people, did they say anything?".

　　"A total of eight people were captured, five of them were killed for resistance, we have already tortured three more."

　　"Stop this shit, just tell me what I want to know."

　　"There are five archaeological teams here in total, they noticed that we were following them, and now they are dispersing, preparing to leave the island by ferry."

　　"Luckily for me, I was ready and held onto the ports."

　　Spandine looked at Norville after his fury, "Vice Admiral Norville, I am short of men and must ask you to intervene."

　　Norville nodded and said, "I can send my people after them, but the problem is we don't know the faces of these people."

　　Spandine said in a deep voice, "I can ask my people to follow your group, and these people will definitely head to the port at this time, ready to escape to the sea, if we follow these directions and add the people left in the port, we can definitely catch their.

　　"Alright, I'll have the soldiers split up into several teams and track them individually, and have your men follow." Norville made a decision.

　　The naval force, numbering several hundred men, was immediately divided into five parts, and John took charge of a separate command, with several commanders being lower ranks and all the rest being officers.

　　I don't know if Norville intentionally cared for John, of the fifty men given to him, Peberton was the highest rank, the rest of the soldiers were not of high rank, perhaps because he was afraid that John's rank was too low to force those who has a higher rank than him.

　　John did not hesitate either and with a group of fifty people followed in one of the directions, followed by two people from CP9.

　　Looking at the two CP9 members following him, John couldn't help but shake his head.

　　He didn't know if Spandine's level was low or what, he felt these people weren't as good as those decades later, after tracking them down for so long, he actually didn't even know the specifics of the target, and he didn't know how the investigation was conducted.

　　"I'm pretty good at finding people like that."

　　John did not expect CP9 intelligence officers to help him, although he did not know exactly who he was looking for, according to Spandam, these people left not so long ago and should not have run far.

　　Thinking of this, John immediately turned on his will of observation, and countless noisy voices immediately rang out.

　　It was not easy to become a master at using the Will of Observation, because the stronger the Will of Observation, the sharper the perception, and as soon as it turned on, all kinds of sounds entered his mind.

　　Like Koby, who suddenly awakened his will of observation during the War of the Strongest, the loud noises almost drove him insane.

　　John's will of observation was countless times stronger than that of the newly awakened Koby, so he heard more voices.

　　But over ten years later, he had long since become accustomed to these sounds and was able to turn off his strong senses when it was not necessary, and he was not bothered by loud sounds around him.

　　Otherwise, constantly hearing so many sounds would drive even the strongest person crazy.

　　Ignoring the jumble of sounds, he began to search for his target.

　　After a few moments, he opened his eyes and sighed: nothing worked.

　　Initially, he expected to find his target by the sound of his breathing, because when the target starts to run away, he will definitely run and strain, and his breathing will be erratic, and when panicking, he should be easier to find.

　　But he still thought too simplistic, the will of observation was not omnipotent after all, and he heard too many voices, human, animal, and so on.

　　It was not so easy to distinguish them clearly, the search took a lot of mental strength, besides it took some time, it was difficult for him to find the target among the countless sounds in a short period of time.

　　After a quick chase for twenty minutes or so, all of a sudden the intelligence officer who had been following John pointed ahead and called out, "That's him, he's one of the ones I was spying on earlier."

　　At this point, John and the others were walking straight into the center of the city, with the intelligence officer pointing out a man who was only a hundred meters or so ahead.

　　The man, noticing John and the fleet, accelerated sharply and ran into the alley, quickly disappearing.

　　"Peberton, have our men spread out and search the area, I'll follow this man."

　　With these words, John accelerated and rushed forward.

　　Peberton, a CP9 intelligence officer, commanded, "Look for someone else."

　　John was fast and the person seen tried to use the alleyway to get away, but as he made a few turns he looked ahead, only to find that a person was standing in front of him.

　　The cloak of justice fluttered in the wind, and before him stood John in his standard naval uniform.

　　"You can't just leave."

　　The man's face changed, then he asked: "You are in the Marines, why are you blocking my way, I am not wanted."

　　"I know you're not wanted, but my job is to catch you archaeologists."

　　"I don't know what you're talking about, I'm not some kind of archaeologist, you confused me with someone else."

　　Without comment, John used the litter and in the blink of an eye was in front of the man, grabbing his arm.

　　"You can't draw a gun in front of me."

　　The wrist that John grabbed made the man howl in pain, and right under his hand was a gun.

　　"I'm not trying to get a gun, you misunderstood me, let me go."

　　The man struggled with all his might, but with his little strength, how could he free himself from John's grip.

　　"You serve in the Navy, why are you doing this to me, an innocent citizen, are you going to rob me?".

　　John said indifferently: "Say what you will, but the order I received was to capture the archaeologist, which I suspect you are, and if you are really innocent, then all the more you must cooperate with the investigation of our fleet, you will be judged fairly don't resist like now."

　　The man shouted angrily: "You are a bunch of murderers, that with your just sentence, you can only deceive the ignorant."

　　"Tsk, listen, are you trying to resist?"

　　Suddenly a green color appeared in John's hand, then a plant appeared and tied the man in a knot.

　　"Any claims or grievances against me, you will have the opportunity to complain, provided, of course, that you survive."

　　John shook his head slightly as he said this, he didn't think this man would survive if he fell into the hands of CP9, let alone the fact that he was an archaeologist, and even if he wasn't, Cypher Paul would probably have committed mistake, but would not let him go.

　　"Let me go, let me go."

　　The man still resisted violently, but the plant was incomparably hard and he could not free himself from it.