"First of all, sir, watch these clips," James said, gesturing to the screen.

The room fell into an even deeper silence as the first video clip began to play.

The grainy footage showed a blue-haired boy, identified as Noel, sprinting through a crowded marketplace.

His movements were frantic, desperate, as he clutched something tightly to his chest.

The camera shakily followed him, capturing the chaos and urgency of the chase.

Pursuers were hot on his heels, their expressions determined and relentless.

Just as they were about to grab him, Noel vanished, only to reappear several meters ahead.

Gasps rippled through the room as the officers watched this impossible feat, their disbelief palpable.

In another clip, Noel stood in an alleyway, his face set with intense concentration.

He raised his hands, and to the astonishment of the onlookers, several objects around him began to levitate.

Trash cans, discarded bottles, and even a bicycle floated effortlessly into the air.

With a simple flick of his wrist, the objects danced, moving in perfect harmony with his precise hand movements.

The room was captivated by the eerie grace with which he controlled the items, a sense of awe mingling with the tension.

The next clip was even more astonishing. Noel himself was floating, his body suspended a few feet off the ground.

He moved with an otherworldly ease, defying gravity as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

His blue hair drifted around his face like a halo, and his eyes were closed in serene focus.

The camera zoomed in, capturing the ethereal tranquility of the moment.

The officers watched, transfixed, as Noel glided through the air, his presence commanding and serene.

Each clip revealed a new facet of Noel's extraordinary abilities, painting a picture of a boy who was far more than he seemed.

The room buzzed with a mix of fear and admiration, the implications of Noel's abilities settling heavily on the gathered officers.

"According to these clips and the data we've obtained, I believe his powers have something to do with space manipulation," James stated, his voice firm despite the gravity of his words.

"Space manipulation? Are you sure?" Robert, interjected, his skepticism evident.

His eyebrows knit together, a deep furrow marring his otherwise calm demeanor.

"Yes, sir. I'm confident it's related to space manipulation," James affirmed, his eyes meeting Robert’s with unwavering certainty.

The conviction in his voice cut through the room's tense atmosphere, each word a steady anchor in the sea of uncertainty.

"If it's space manipulation, then it would be troublesome," Robert mused, a hint of concern creeping into his voice.

His fingers tapped rhythmically on the polished mahogany table, a subtle indication of his rising apprehension.

"At what level do you think his powers are?"

James took a deep breath, glancing at the gathered data and footage.

His mind raced, piecing together the fragments of Noel's abilities.

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"Based on what we know, he can use telekinesis and teleportation. But given the nature of space manipulation, I suspect he has more hidden abilities that we haven't seen yet."

A tense silence followed, the officers processing the implications of James's analysis.

Space manipulation was one of the most difficult abilities to counter, and the thought of an enemy wielding such power was daunting.

The room seemed to shrink as the weight of this realization settled over them.

"Hmm..." Robert leaned back in his chair, his fingers drumming thoughtfully on the table.

His eyes narrowed in contemplation, the flicker of concern deepening into a furrow of worry.

"You must have a solution to this problem since you're bringing this to our attention?"

"Yes, sir. Despite his formidable powers, I've identified three weaknesses," James said, his voice brimming with confidence.

He stepped forward, the dim light casting a determined shadow across his face.

The room's silence amplified his next words, each officer leaning in with bated breath.

"Three? What are they?" Robert asked, leaning forward with keen interest, his eyes narrowing as he focused on David.

"First, look at these videos carefully," James instructed, replaying the footage on the screen.

The room dimmed again, the soft glow of the projector illuminating the officers' faces.

The first video showed Noel attacking the hall, his figure blurring as he teleported mid-air, then crashing to the ground with a heavy, painful thud.

The sound of his impact echoed in the silent room, a stark contrast to the other videos where Noel teleported smoothly, landing with precision and ease, his movements fluid and controlled.

"What are you trying to show me?" Robert asked, his brow furrowing in concentration, the tension in the room thickening.

"In the first video, when he teleported, he fell mid-air. In the other videos, he landed safely and accurately," James explained, pausing to let his words sink in.

The officers watched intently, their minds piecing together the implications, the air filled with a quiet hum of understanding.

"And secondly, he didn't immediately get rid of those people. So, I think his first weakness is that his power needs some time, however small it may be, to work," James continued, his voice steady and analytical, the weight of his observations hanging in the air.

Robert frowned, leaning forward, his gaze intense.

"Why do you think so?"

"This is just my guess," James replied, his tone thoughtful, "but whenever he teleports, he takes a moment, even if it’s just a second, to choose his destination. This time, as he was pressed by Superintendent Roman, he didn’t have that luxury and ended up teleporting mid-air. His power, while impressive, isn't instantaneous—it requires a brief moment of concentration."

The officers exchanged glances, the realization settling in like a heavy fog.

Noel's teleportation, while formidable, wasn't foolproof.

There was a sliver of vulnerability, a moment of hesitation that could be exploited.

"And what's his next weakness?" Robert asked, his curiosity piqued, leaning in closer, his eyes narrowing in anticipation.

"Now, his second weakness would be multitasking," James said, his tone growing more confident, the resolve in his voice echoing through the room.

"Multitasking?" Robert echoed, puzzled, his brow furrowing deeper, trying to grasp the concept.

"Yes. According to the data, he has never used two powers simultaneously. He either teleports or uses telekinesis, but never both at the same time," James explained, his words measured and precise.

The officers' eyes followed his every move, the room's silence amplifying the weight of his revelation.

"This suggests a limitation in his ability to multitask with his powers. While this weakness is somewhat vague, it could be crucial. If we can force him into situations where he needs to use both abilities, we might overwhelm him."

James paused, letting the implications of his analysis sink in.

The air was thick with contemplation, each officer deep in thought, weighing the potential strategies this new information could offer.

The tension seemed to pulse, a living entity in the room, as they all processed the tactical advantage this insight might provide.

"Interesting," Robert muttered, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, his eyes flickering with a newfound determination.

"If we can exploit his need for concentration and his difficulty with multitasking, we might have a chance to catch him off guard."

The tension in the room eased slightly, a glimmer of hope appearing on the horizon.

James's insights had provided them with a potential pathway to counter Noel's powers.

The officers exchanged glances, the spark of optimism lighting up their expressions.

It was a fragile hope, but it was hope nonetheless.

"What's his third weakness?" Robert asked, his voice cutting through the silence, demanding the final piece of the puzzle.

His tone was sharp, a blend of urgency and expectation, his eyes fixed on James.

James took a deep breath, ready to unveil the last critical detail.

The room seemed to hold its collective breath, the anticipation almost tangible.

"His last weakness is his mortal limits," he said, his voice steady and firm.

He turned to the screen, playing several videos, pausing at key moments to emphasize his points.

"Look here closely," he continued, his voice cutting through the murmurs of the room as he pointed at the screen.

He zoomed in on a scene where Noel's nose was bleeding, the bright red stark against his pale face.

"In this scene, blood is coming out of his nose. And similarly in these other videos as well."

"Okay. But how does that become his weakness?" Robert asked, skepticism lacing his voice.

His lined face was creased with doubt, the weight of years of experience evident in his cautious demeanor.

James took a deep breath, the room's tension thickening.

"Space manipulation is too powerful for any mortal. It must take a toll on the user. If my guess is correct, then using this power consumes his mental energy."

"Mental energy?" Robert echoed, confusion etching his features deeper.

The term seemed intangible, elusive.

"Well, you could also call it how much his mind can handle," James clarified, his tone patient but urgent.

"The strain of manipulating space taxes his mental capacity."

Robert's brow furrowed in thought, his fingers drumming absently on the table.

"But why do you think it’s mental energy and not something else?"

James clicked to another video clip, showing Noel in a particularly tense situation.

The room's light dimmed again, the projector's hum the only sound.

"Because I’ve noticed that in high-stress situations, his powers fluctuate more. His nosebleeds and the slight hesitations in his movements suggest his mind is reaching its limits. Under pressure, he struggles to maintain control."

The room fell into a contemplative silence as the officers absorbed this revelation.

Noel's extraordinary abilities came with significant vulnerabilities.

The insight was profound, turning the tide of their thoughts from hopelessness to strategic possibility.

James continued, his voice steady and assured.

"This mental strain suggests that if we can create high-pressure situations, force him to use his powers repeatedly, we can push him to his limits. His own abilities could become his downfall."

Robert's eyes narrowed, the steely resolve in his gaze sharpening.

"These are valuable observations, James," he said, his voice carrying a note of respect and approval. "We will use this information to our advantage."

"Okay, as you say. Since we've learned about his weaknesses, what should we do next?" Robert asked, anticipation creeping into his voice, his earlier skepticism now replaced by a spark of hope.

James nodded, stepping forward with renewed confidence.

He pulled up a detailed map and several strategic plans on the screen, his demeanor commanding and focused.

"I was just about to tell you that."

The screen flickered to life, displaying a map of the city with key locations highlighted.

James's voice grew more animated as he laid out the plan.