"I've really run into some trouble, man."
"I don't need much, just a few good C03s will do. I promise I'll behave myself and not cause any trouble when we get there, buddy."
The person in charge was silent for a while on the other end of the phone before speaking.
"You should know that Europe has paid a heavy price for your raid mission."
“The council’s higher-ups are already dissatisfied. If you still had your special abilities, it wouldn’t be a problem, but now? You’ve become a cripple, Sergio.”
"Most importantly, we thought you were dead a long time ago."
"Since the person I'm talking to is someone who's already dead in the database, why should I waste my time?"
The other person's voice was clearly very steady.
But it exudes an endless chill.
"Are you fucking joking?"
"I'm still alive, and I still have the authority to access forbidden items."
Sergio was stunned for a moment. He had anticipated the day when he would lose his usefulness, but he didn't expect it to come so soon.
"That's true."
"But haven't you understood yet?"
"We have found a new experimental target and are working on obtaining samples."
"For example... never mind, there's nothing more to say to you about this."
"Just stay in that dead state; it's a good outcome for everyone."
"By the way, considering I slept with Chris back then, I can give you a piece of information. South Africa... ha, that's really interesting."
"So it was a dead man in charge, Stanford. Your dear brother-in-law must remember that well, right?"
"He has been reborn, all thanks to Gore's planning."
"All I can say is, good luck, Mr. Butterfly Effect."
The call was disconnected, and when Sergio tried to call back, all he heard was a muted tone.
Fuck your mother, Eoubs!
"I'm so damn angry... these ingrates."
He almost couldn't catch his breath, and just as he was about to say something, a gun barrel was pressed against the back of his head.
Stanford's voice came from behind Sergio: "It's been a long time."
At that moment, he understood that he could not escape that fate after all.
“You know what, my dear brother-in-law?”
"Actually, there's something... I've never told you."
"Your wife smells quite good—"
Before he could finish his trash talk, Stanford fired a shot.
The bullet entered through the back of the head, causing the entire skull to explode in an extremely exaggerated manner, spraying brain matter and blood over a distance of several meters.
A few seconds later, the body fell backward.
Sergio is completely dead.
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