01:05:08.

Underground monitoring room.

Misaka Mita notified the higher-ups on the other end, but there was no signal source on the screen. Even the satellite detectors had malfunctioned, as if the place was haunted.

The image disappeared, leaving only the hollow alarm.

She remained silent, never imagining that one day the operatives sent by the Americas branch would suddenly lose contact because of an old man who had long since lost his special abilities, nor that one day the entire Eoubs would be shrouded in such light, and that the crash warning would sound again.

This group of people has always lived and worked here, doing shady business, killing, sleeping, and dying. They also talk about the recycling rate of cheap goods, such as some C-grade toys and the group of decent D01s, about past riots, and natural disasters.

They always talk about Joseph, saying he's a complete madman, a paradox.

But now, she could smell the heavy stench of blood spreading from the outside, and she could almost see the blinding flow of blood seeping out from the gaps, the sound so faint and chilling.

After so many years, the natural disaster has finally returned to this city, seeking an answer.

Unlike the calm demeanor he feigned during missions, this time he was like a long-abandoned, dirty, broken skeleton, slowly stretching out its shattered limbs in the sunlight, all in pursuit of a long-awaited answer.

"Is anyone else here? Operations Department?"

She stood there stunned for a while, then stared at the security door.

Then, through the door lock's surveillance footage, they saw one corpse after another, cut to pieces.

Nothing was left—no reputation, no honor. Misaka Mita knew that the monster wouldn't let them go.

Such a person will eventually destroy everything, like a gigantic monster that only devours flesh and blood, spending every day eating up all the good things piece by piece.

Just like the previous operation to exterminate the special infected, innocent civilians, soldiers who had faced life and death, thousands of loyal subordinates, and their entire hometown...

Her body suddenly twitched, and she almost lost her balance, but she quickly regained control.

The old, bloody void inside her body was expanding, and the side effects of drug addiction were already showing... But now was definitely not the time to make a mistake, she thought. The revenge was still ongoing, and the situation was not improving.

Misaka Mikoto clutched a gun, wondering what the point was, but instinctively pulled it out anyway, probably because she was truly afraid of dying.

The newcomer, having stepped over the pool of blood and left crimson footprints, headed towards the monitoring room.

...

...

"I told you long ago that the old geezer is a madman, but you didn't believe me."

Dongxia, Eoubs.

Inside the deliberation room, a man with a livid face stared at the combat video projected by the observer. He turned to the head of the operations department and said, "Look, everyone in Los Angeles is almost wiped out. The higher-ups in the Americas are probably begging for mercy right now. They might even have to send out a bunch of B-class soldiers for forced retrieval. Do we still want to join in the fun?"

"It's a pity. When we signed the cooperation agreement, they made it clear that we would be jointly responsible for any mistakes that happened. Not to mention the financial aspect, the damage to the operation equipment alone is a huge expense."

Someone gasped, but felt the situation was barely acceptable, and continued dismantling the hallucination plan, saying to his subordinate who came out of the bathroom, "By the way, how is Yu Jianchu?"

The person in charge of CO2 slightly moved their finger, bringing up all the experimental records, and mechanically gave the answer: "After removing all contraindications, a complete cellular collapse occurred, and treatment is being monitored."

“Good, good injury. The 602 in her body is very useful. In some aspects, it is even more useful than ACE. We must keep it safe. If all else fails, we can give it to those foreigners.”

After he finished speaking, everyone fell silent.

At this critical moment, it seemed that all the words they could utter had shattered in unison, and most of their minds were no longer under their control... They were already thinking about packing up and leaving. Those black hole-like shadows had taken root in their bodies, empty, huge, and littered with corpses.

No one is whole; Eoubs, this hell, has swallowed too much.

As the silence deepened, Joseph stepped over the pile of corpses and walked into the control room, his steps visible on the massive screen.

The security lock had long since lost access; I don't know why, but it doesn't matter anymore.

He pulled out a chair, covered in blood, and slowly sat down.

"Hello, Ms. Mita."

As if he had just finished a tiring meeting, Joseph rubbed his temples and sighed, "Why didn't you run away? You had so much time. Did you have to stand in my way?"

Misaka Mita did not speak.

She just watched him in silence.

She could feel a weak tremor inside her body, and her head was also aching. But it was nothing. Of course, she knew this stage would come. The situation was already considered good; she hadn't been cleaved in two by a single blow.

Then, she moved her fingers again, confirming whether she could kill the intruder immediately if necessary. That was clearly wishful thinking, but she thought about it anyway, while also believing that these people shouldn't have left any programs that could cause a greater disaster, but—

She knew she had to calm down.

Misaka Mita had considered all the possibilities long ago, and now she needed to relax, otherwise this suffocating fear would really drag her down to hell.

In all the games, scenarios, and encirclement operations of the Americas' high command, this calamity and his followers are invincible.

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