2 Seven Stars Special Force (2/2)

It was also that time that Seven Stars made the last change in its system. The special force decided to start accepting verified missions issued by private customers. As long as you paid enough money, anything could be discussed.

In addition, because of the previous incident, Seven Stars stopped monitoring the countries for any criminal activities and left this job for individual countries themselves. If they wanted Seven Stars to do something, they had to issue a mission like everyone else.

This motion was quickly criticized by the Confederation but they couldn't do anything against it, else they would end up just like Alcaria Country. After a few years, the Seven Stars Special Forces became one of the largest and wealthiest organizations in the world.

...….

Wuxing looked at his left chest in the mirror and touched the newly-created black tattoo. That patch of skin appeared to have turned scaly like a real chameleon's skin, making the tattoo look almost as if it was alive.

There was still some time until the wake-up call so Wuxing took the chance to further test his new ability. He sat back on his bed and reached out his hand in front of him, beginning his exploration.

'I want to have longer fingers by one centimetre,' Wuxing wished in his mind while looking at his right hand. The moment he finished thinking that thought, the fingers in his right hand became longer by exactly one centimetre. He smiled.

'So, even if I say something unclear but my intent is only directed towards my right hand, my other fingers won't increase in length. Interesting.'

He imagined his fingers looking back to the way it was before and instantly, without a need for a conscious command, the fingers returned to its previous shape. Wuxing nodded in satisfaction, happy with the results he had gotten so far. He then approached the mirror in his room to test what he could do to his facial features.

He decided to clone the face of the Chief Warden, but when he actually started changing his face, the outcome was unsatisfactory. Their features did not look similar at all. He reverted it back to his own and started thinking about this issue.

'So, I can't just remodel my face from my memory as it will never be completely accurate. I don't have any photo with me but I guess it won't work as the muscles under the skin has to match as well. Hmm.'

Wuxing couldn't think of an idea on how to resolve this problem so he called out to his new friend.

'Devil Face, are you still here?'

'What do you want?' The devil-masked man's annoyed voice sounded in his mind again. 'I'm busy now.'

'How can I copy someone else's facial features? I tried to do it from memory but it didn't work,' Wuxing asked, not bothered by the devil-masked man's humour.

'As long as you have physical contact with people—say, touching—you will be able to scan their bodies and save those information in your tattoo. After that, when you wish to change appearance, just imagine yourself as him or her. This is the last advice you are going to receive from me. Don't call me unless you are out of prison.' Devil Face explained quickly, much to his irritation, before disappearing right after.

'Ha, so that's the trick. I can try it out today when I investigate this place.' Wuxing nodded as he planned his day.

”Wake up, bastards! It's time for your morning routine!”

Suddenly, a guard started banging his metal baton on the bars while he walked alongside the prison cells, yelling for everyone to wake up. When he was finally in front of Wuxing's cell, the guard happened to glance at Wuxing's cold eyes as he was swinging his stick. He froze, his hand stopping midair.

The guard nodded awkwardly at him before moving forward, but this time, the guard did not use all of his strength in banging the baton against the cold steel bars, inwardly frightened that he would annoy Wuxing as he tried to wake up the rest.

”I guess those guards still has some respect for me. I could take advantage of this in the future.” Wuxing smiled and stood up, putting on his shirt.

He was ready to take back what was his.