It must be her...it must be her! We've fallen for her trap again!!

"Xi Xi—!" Valerie couldn't help but roar.

She spat out the name through gritted teeth, her words dripping with deep-seated resentment.

She suddenly looked up, peering through the crimson seawater that resembled the entrance to hell, past the figures writhing and twisting in agony, searching for the culprit.

She saw it!

Just a few hundred meters away, in the center of that scarlet coral reef, a giant motorhome was slowly leading several submarines and motorhomes toward them.

The license plate of that giant RV was none other than the X11 from before!

At this moment, Xi Xi was leaning back in the driver's seat, her fingertips twirling a freshly picked peach, its cool and slightly sweet fragrance spreading through the temperature-controlled air.

Xi Xi's gaze swept calmly across the scene before her, not lingering on the horrific sight for even a moment, as if she were examining a pile of waste materials in dire need of recycling.

"Tsk, it's alright if people die," her voice came through the light screen clearly and steadily, "but the equipment can't be damaged! Those water crossbows were angled trickily and had plenty of power, they looked pretty good!"

"Pull them all out! Don't leave out a single part!"

The command was concise, and the next second, the metal cover on the flank of a submarine next to it slid open silently, and a thick alloy hinged robotic arm extended out.

The powerful beam of light followed the claw at the end of the arm, precisely landing on a body that was still twitching slightly. Without the slightest hesitation, it pierced through the half-melted fibers on the waist of the wetsuit and seized a high-pressure water crossbow launcher fixed to the outside of the arm armor.

The sound of tearing metal structures, mixed with the muffled crack of bones breaking, echoed across the sea.

"Spare us! Spare us! Save us! For our sake... for our sake that we are all Chinese! X11, we are our compatriots!" Suddenly, a shout rose from the corrupted crowd.

The man seemed to have exhausted his last bit of strength: "We were all forced! These damned white pigs forced us! They're using us as cannon fodder!"

"We are all of the same origin, why are you so cruel to us? We beg you! Save us!"

We are all from the same root? Xi Xi pondered this sentence without any emotional fluctuation, only finding it somewhat amusing.

When this group attacked my dad and smashed the RV, they were killing him with every move, showing no mercy. They practically had their bullying and arrogance written all over their faces.

Why didn't they say they were born of the same root back then? Now that they're facing death, they're shamelessly trying to play the sentimental card?!

"I think you only know the pain when the whip touches your own body, right?" Li Jinshao's mocking voice came from the other end of the light screen connection. Under his operation, the robotic arm became even more flexible.

Xi Xi's strategy was brilliant, and tonight's events flowed smoothly and everything went perfectly.

Clinton's working-class companions were quickly swallowed up by the sea of ​​corruption, leaving no trace, while at the other end, several figures were half-buried in it, their struggles noticeably more intense.

Although those people were equally disheveled and desperate, the outer layer of their specially made diving suits had not yet melted and peeled off in large areas, showing that they were made of materials and had a different level of protection than the cannon fodder.

This must be Valerie, the special envoy of Clinton's W team, and several white executives... Xi Xi glanced at the Asian woman's appearance, chuckled, and then lightly tapped the dashboard with her fingertips, as if weighing something.

"...That way, we won't repeat the same mistake as Cui Quan. Clinton has always done things this way," a female voice on the screen suggested to Xi Xi, seemingly very experienced in this matter.

“Okay.” Xi Xi muttered a few words to the light screen. Immediately afterwards, five submarines with extremely smooth lines and matte paint all over their bodies quietly drove out from behind and approached the location where Valerie and the others were trapped with precise aim.

Valerie's bloodshot eyes, swollen from the pain of corrosion and lack of oxygen, burst into an unbelievable, ecstatic light the moment she saw the outline of the submarine.

That's Clinton's submarine!

Her face, distorted by corrosion, suddenly shone with a look of triumph. Struggling in the viscous, corrosive seawater, she raised a hand, letting out a hoarse, almost broken cry: "...They're here! It's us...! Quick! Get us out of here!"

The overwhelming hope overwhelmed the pain of corrosion, and she even overlooked the indescribable eeriness in the submarine's posture as it approached.

However, ecstasy is like a stone thrown into the deep sea, creating only a momentary ripple before being crushed by even greater fear in the next second.

The largest submarine hovered above Valerie and the others, so close that they could even see the cold, metallic patterns on its hull.

Immediately afterwards, the familiar robotic arm suddenly extended, and several binding talismans were thrown down!

Just then, a burst of electricity surged from the outside of Xi Xi's RV, striking the binding spells. The spells were instantly activated, and chains of light tightly bound the people together.

Valerie's ecstatic expression froze instantly, as if she had been doused with a bucket of ice water, before contorting into an extreme look of utter horror, as if she had seen a ghost.

Her eyes trembled violently, and a horrific, inhuman roar erupted from her throat, the sound piercing the coral reefs with a shrill, devastating edge.

"No—! Impossible!!" She shook her head frantically, almost breaking her neck.

Clinton's submarine has a mandatory biological lock; any outsider who tries to take it by force will be immediately locked inside the isolation chamber by a high-voltage electric fence as soon as they enter!

He's a traitor! There's a traitor within the organization!!

Just then, a familiar voice, hoarse and weary yet chillingly cold, rang in her ears without warning.

The sound didn't come from the light screen, but directly from the intercom headset that was directly connected to the organization's submarine cockpit!

"Enjoy it." The voice wasn't loud, but it was like an ice pick coated with deadly poison, piercing Valerie's already fragile nerves. "How does it feel to be bound by the Binding Charm?"

"Enjoy it, how does it feel to be bound by the Binding Charm?" These words buzzed in Valerie's ears; it was something she often said during interrogations.

Many people don't know that once bound by the Binding Curse, one cannot open the light barrier and is almost completely isolated from the world. Therefore, Clinton often used this tactic during interrogations.

Are they afraid they'll tip them off and ask for help from the outside world?!

Valerie felt as if she had been instantly drained of her life by an invisible fear. Her face, half of which had been corroded, was now as white as paper, and even half of her lips had lost their color. Only her pupils were violently contracting and dilating.

"It's...it's you?! Sallyman?!" Valerie's scream ripped through the communication circuit. "How could it be you—?!"