Abnormal Population Control Bureau

"Operator, hello. If you are hearing this broadcast, it means the erosion has already begun, and we have started to be forgotten by the world."

"If the erosion goes too deep and c...

Chapter 159 Fire in Siberia

Chapter 160 Fire in Siberia

March 2nd.

Over the past week, the impact of the "natural disaster rebellion" on the Americas has been gradually unfolding.

Even the most corrupt Eoubs leadership could sense that the insurgents across the United States had entered an unprecedented period of activity.

They realized that a long-planned storm was about to break.

From the day Joseph stepped into Fluctuation Layer 1, the highest-ranking officials in the New York City Council have been meeting almost every day, from morning till night, but these damn stupid meetings have done virtually nothing of real value.

After all, we are currently in a situation where the enemy is in the dark and we are in the light. Before that ace operative comes out of the fluctuation layer and takes any actual action, the only thing the council can do is to search for intelligence and suppress opinions.

Actually, I did consider asking Roy to make the trip, but Eoubs' conscience... the first thing he did upon returning to headquarters was to kill all those high-ranking officials who held power but hadn't made any significant contributions. Expecting him to run an errand at this point is just wishful thinking, buddy. The fact that they managed to wipe out the nuclear bomb and didn't completely erase Los Angeles from the world map is already quite a favor.

Intelligence gathering can be done overnight; the missions of the Circulation Department and intelligence stations are long-term tasks, especially during such sensitive times. The higher-ups are increasing the frequency of frontline personnel's deployments, which is practically sending them to their deaths—and they're supposed to be contributing to humanity? Things are different now, folks. Royna, the upright official, wouldn't agree to that either; he's busy enough controlling forbidden items.

Therefore, the more urgent the situation, the more patient one must be, and one's style of doing things must be changed from usual; one must be able to endure it.

The rebellion itself had already caused massive casualties in the Americas, with a record number of employees voluntarily resigning, some even willing to undergo memory erasure surgery to leave. Therefore, making a series of foolish decisions in a panic would only lead to worse consequences.

But—things are unpredictable. Although Roy has thoroughly cleaned out the maggots in the Americas branch, there are still some who harbor a sense of relief and resentment after such an incident.

Taking the declaration of war video that was leaked online as an example, it's not hard to see that Joseph's actions had already stirred up a huge wave, and many of the operatives had personal grudges against members of the New York City Council or their subordinates. Although you, as the former leader, have done more than enough by eliminating them, these beasts have committed far too many atrocities. Even something as mundane as "watching your loved one be raped, dismembered alive, and then thrown into a shredder" is only the least of their crimes.

Now that this group of powerful and extremely twisted individuals has some ideas, do you think those remnants of the council are completely bewildered? They can't even breathe without taking a few bottles of drugs every day.

Imagine if one day, during a public holiday, everyone met up, had a few drinks, and chatted about life, or bumped into each other in the same control mission... and suddenly had thoughts like, "Damn, those idiot high-ups have been taken down, which means we can get our revenge!" or "Screw those leaders, killing their whole family wouldn't be enough to vent my anger!" Wouldn't they be completely finished then?

Given this potential crisis, the subsequent developments in the Americas are no longer concealed.

Because for most of the powerful and wealthy... although the taboo objects have been constantly jumping out of the fluctuation layer to cause trouble in recent years, it's not like they haven't sent people to deal with them. And right now, they're all at a life-or-death situation, so saving their own lives is definitely more important.

In order to survive, at 3 p.m. that day, all personnel on duty in the Americas received an absolute order, the kind that would kill anyone who disobeyed—all members of the operations department, after taking control, had to perform an additional task. As for those on standby... they already had the same job to do.

Anyway, the higher-ups can basically give them whatever they want afterwards. Besides, what's wrong with "you have to work a little harder for the safety of all mankind"?

Their decision is destined to cause a qualitative change.

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New York, Lexington Avenue.

Belse Plant Cuisine restaurant.

"Your mother's dead, and you're cheating even in competitive mode?"

"You beast, do you dare send me your name? I'll call people to kill your whole family right now."

"Huh? You're serious, buddy?"

"Great, that's awesome, bro."

"I hereby declare that in one hour, you will be an orphan."

The envoys from the upper echelons of the parliament were fucking sick. Although there are indeed a lot of idiots in Eoubs, including some mentally unstable morons and sadistic perverts, can't you be a little less incompetent? Can't you be a little more elegant?

"This mission is no joke. We hope you can proceed with caution and not be so careless."

"Things have become complicated. Since escaping the Cataclysm, there have been changes within Eoubs. Even a monster like Roy is willing to come back."

"Although I know your characteristics are also very strong, two B-rank individuals have died since that mission—Heaven's Gospel—was discovered. The leaders of the various continents listed it as an openly unstable species this morning, which means that perhaps more than one faction will take control of it."

"I know you're very confident in yourself, but could you please stop playing that stupid game for now?"

Across the table, Hebrew tossed his phone into a glass full of juice. The place was luxuriously decorated and brightly lit, like a small shrine.

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