"All I can say is, sister, you're fucking awesome, really awesome."
“Even in all of Los Angeles, you’re one of the few operatives who can come back from the dead, like a leech… oh no, like a vampire.”
The man who spoke looked at Sheen with an expression of worship, as if he were looking at some kind of legend.
And who are you?
Sheen felt a little uncomfortable being stared at like that.
"Klaus, judge of the American Tribunal."
"You may not know this, but in the first twenty-seven sections, my record was second only to that of the 'Natural Calamity.' Now, I've been sent here by the person in charge as a contact. From now on, we're partners."
This guy's attire was as sassy as his manner of speaking, a typical hip-hop style. He wore a black and gold gradient lining with silver petals and inverted cross patterns printed on it, black and white striped pants, dreadlocks, and a damn gold chain around his neck. If you told me he was an operative from the adjudication department, no one would believe you; he looked exactly like a drug dealer.
As he said this, he reached out to bump fists with Sheen to add a sense of ceremony, which made the latter feel very uncomfortable, physically.
How did Eoubs discover this idiot?
"Hmm...okay, you're a very shy girl."
Krauser's expression stiffened. He had been deterred by Sheen's disdainful look and now felt a little embarrassed. He cleared his throat, sat down in the sofa chair, and began to explain the purpose of his trip.
"Well... first I need to ask you, as the leader of the 832 control mission, why did your life status suddenly drop to zero half an hour ago? Did you encounter something difficult?"
He put on a serious expression, which was clearly feigned.
Sheen pulled out a new medicine bottle and replied.
"When I anticipated that the controllability of 832 had reached the level of instability, I committed suicide. It was that simple."
"In reality, the stability of that forbidden object is not as simple as the records in the Americas suggest. Its past movements have been extremely complicated. We have been monitoring it for almost three months, and it always seems to be able to anticipate what we will do and always find a way to escape."
"The previous leader was definitely planning to tell you these things, but he went to heaven before he even left the Dolphin Hotel."
"But I don't think this is a bad thing. Anyway, you can all see the data that needs to be measured. When you realize something is wrong, you can just destroy your own devices and run away."
"However... 832 is always one step ahead of us. This forbidden object is characterized by 'fate rules'. It's like a book of prophecy, and we can't catch it at all."
Upon hearing this, Krauser's face immediately fell, because he really had no mood to participate in the control mission. To be honest, now that the crazy woman Sheen's clones were all dead and had just crawled out of the incubation pod, and their level was the same as his, what could he do?
"I don't understand, but I just don't understand."
He thought the branch's actions were incredibly stupid, probably because something went wrong in Dongxia. But for a continent like Eoubs, which is considered taboo, to always try to scheme against others and end up losing in the process is just plain stupid.
"Actually, I also think this approach is a bit outrageous, but... you've committed suicide, and we've just extracted your consciousness, so it's going to be difficult for us."
"Since the Americas and the Eastern Xia have their own ideas and have been able to develop Eoubs to this extent, we who are paid have no complaints. Even if something really happens... we are just sent to kill people or clean up corpses."
"So how about this, you tell me how many people are left in the Dolphin Hotel, and what their situation is. They're all just expendable resources anyway. I'll apply to the higher-ups, and we can send a nuclear bomb right now to wipe them all out."
This was somewhat of a joke, but it was also a serious consideration. After all, they were both C-level. If it were someone a level higher, like one of the top fifteen combatants in the Americas, they would probably just grab a weapon and kill them.
"Hmm...like that freak in number fifteen."
"All I can say is that he's awesome, a hundred times better than you."
"Don't look at me like that. I know you're one of the best female operatives, but you know 'Maze,' right? That C-level special agent from Dongxia who killed a B-level person. When the two continents clashed, that shitty trait almost wiped out everyone in the branch. Of course, he didn't get away with it either."
Klaus became beaming, as if he had actually witnessed it firsthand.
"I can say this very frankly: the one who later beat him so badly that he crawled back to Asia was the fifteenth-ranked operative, an unprecedentedly skilled fighter."
"The judges called him the Ripper because no one who died by his hand ever had a complete body."
"Damn, I've watched that video at least fifty times. Those two only fought for less than a minute before the outcome was decided. If it weren't for reinforcements from Dongxia, 'Maze' would probably still be in a wheelchair or have become brain-damaged."
Krauser breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he had put on a very convincing show. The Judgment Department represented the power and combat capabilities of the Supreme Capital, and he believed that he had definitely intimidated the other party.
However, Sheen remained completely unmoved.
"Hmm...you're very calm. I can only say you have great composure, bro."
This made him somewhat embarrassed.
"So, America has already called him out?"
Sheen thought for a moment, then asked without revealing any emotion.
"That's natural."
"After all, even B-level players have made a move. It would be redundant for us trash to join in the fun."
"And I heard that an unstable operative went on a killing spree in the East China region for a while, but managed to escape and is now wanted by the authorities. I think the Americas and that region have become enemies."
"Perhaps they didn't offer enough benefits, but who knows?"
The order to suppress branches in other continents has long been a done deal. The higher-ups in the Americas had thought the same thing before, but they only made a small commotion and killed a group of people to vent their anger. Here, massacres and exterminations are commonplace. As long as the person in charge can clean up the mess, it won't attract much discussion.
But this time, the entire city of Los Angeles—and the top brass at headquarters—was on edge. It was said that the city had been locked down for several hours, the order was to directly requisition central intelligence, and the travel plans of a large number of residents were forcibly changed so that Secret Service agents could carry out some kind of deployment plan.
Sheen swallowed most of the bottle of pills and started chewing them dry, which made Krauser's teeth ache.
then.
He then heard the woman laugh.
It was a sinister, twisted smile that came from the heart.
“I have a better way. Come closer and I’ll tell you.”
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