Sergio chuckled, thinking to himself, "What kind of bullshit taboo is this? It's pure garbage. You really fooled me? I'm not playing along anymore. I'll just give you a quick death."

He picked up the gun from the corner, raised his hand, and fired a burst at Carlos.

Blood and flesh splattered everywhere in an instant, but the other party was completely unharmed. He almost couldn't catch his breath, and, refusing to believe it, fired three more rounds, almost without pausing, hitting the man's vital points.

The next moment, Sergio seemed to wake up from a dream, looking down at his wrecked self. He didn't know when the damage had been transferred to him, and the speed at which it happened was less than an instant.

"shared?"

He was a bit annoyed right now. Damn Joseph's whole family, the information back then didn't mention that Carlos had this shameless trait. And those bunch of good-for-nothings from America, they just don't play by the rules. No wonder they were betrayed by their own people. Damn it, people who work under you don't get away with it, right? I bet everyone there is a mad dog who doesn't care about life or death.

"I cannot intentionally hurt you."

"But your butterfly effect... can it simultaneously circumvent self-awareness?"

"You are welcome to attack me."

"I also want to see... whether we can go to hell together."

Without any warning.

Sergio stepped forward and kicked Carlos hard in the groin. The next moment, Carlos's eyes bulged out, and he collapsed to the ground like a shrimp, his face contorted in pain.

There was silence in the room for several minutes.

"All I can say is, very well, you really managed to fool me."

The pain came and went quickly. He got up, expressionlessly patted the dirt off his body, and then did nothing more to the latter. He simply walked to the collapsed crack and even thoughtfully picked up the gun, which still had some bullets left, and put it in Carlos's hand, with a noble expression as if he were about to save all living beings.

“You have indeed won this time, Agent Carlos.”

"However, I don't intend to lose my life to you. There will naturally be a way to deal with your forbidden object, but I haven't found it yet. You are also trying to get me off the battlefield, and I understand that."

"But... like I said, everything you've done is completely useless."

"You wouldn't believe what that madman Joseph did."

"Anyway, I'll get some first, buddy."

As he spoke, his gaze turned somewhat gloating. Carlos was certain it was the look of satisfaction at witnessing the destruction of everyone.

But he no longer had the strength to stop it. Sergio was right; he was currently restrained, which at least bought him some time to resist.

The man kicked the crack open even wider, letting the smell of gunpowder waft in unrestrainedly. Every word he spoke was practiced and matter-of-fact, concealing a huge, dark conspiracy, the prototype of which could most likely be found in some TV series. It was clearly expressed in that way on purpose.

Then, Sergio turned his head and smiled at Carlos.

"Good luck to you."