Chapter 175 Asking for Directions
Krasnoyarsk Krai.
A009 core infection zone, base area No. 6.
Hamilton searched the wreckage of the airliner for a suitable weapon.
He had originally intended to just grab any steel bar; those things, though not durable, would still hurt enough to whip someone. But unfortunately, he couldn't find one, so he could only remove half of the still-burning wing—the whole process was as simple as tearing a newspaper; the alloy steel was like tofu in his hands. Soon, a crudely made guillotine, with an abstract design and three meters long, was slung over his shoulder.
At this point, we must introduce Hamilton, the B02 operative Sergio worked so hard to get close to, and the candidate for the European Parliament—and what kind of characteristics he has implanted in his body.
In fact, the characteristics and related information of most outstanding operatives are recorded in the branches on various continents. One reason is to formulate a specific suppression plan after a rebellion—Joseph is an example. The other reason is to better classify the forbidden items that are currently under control, under research, or yet to be recovered—after all, operatives can die, but their characteristics must be passed on. It can be said to be making use of waste, which is convenient in every way.
Hamilton's implanted forbidden substance is called Force, numbered 015.
This seemingly simple and mindless characteristic, once developed and researched with a little thought, will unleash terrifying results that will leave you in disbelief.
For example, when faced with the collision with the passenger plane, he simply took a puff of smoke, slowly raised his hand, and threw a punch—yes, just a very simple punch.
In that instant, the entire street centered around Hamilton felt as if it had been struck by a fist that fell from the sky, several times wider than the fuselage of the aircraft.
Imagine swatting a mosquito with your hand—that's how he smashed the passenger plane.
As for how much force he used, and whether there would be any side effects after delivering that blow—well, at this point he still acted as if he didn't care if firecrackers fell into his crotch, so let's leave those thoughts to imagination.
Ten minutes later.
At the entrance to the outpost, two operatives with infected abilities were on guard. This group was the same one that Merlink and his team had encountered. Of course, what appeared now was just a new batch at a different node. After all, spatial displacement was happening in every corner of Siberia at this time, so it was normal for Hamilton to encounter them in different infected areas.
When the two men saw a man carrying an airplane wing swaggering over, their eyes practically popped out of their sockets.
They immediately activated the alarm system and slowly retreated a few steps. If the other party made any dangerous moves, they would activate the small suppression cannon buried at the entrance and fire a shot at the man in front of them.
"Finally, I've seen a living person."
Hamilton could certainly guess what these people were thinking, but he just wanted to get some clues and avoid killing people unless absolutely necessary.
"Stop! What are you doing here?"
One of the soldiers, already prepared to attack, asked this question.
"Hey guys, I just wanted to ask if you've seen these people, and this godforsaken place..."
As Hamilton spoke, he reached into his pocket to pull out a stack of documents that he had retrieved from the branch office beforehand—which naturally contained photos of Stanford and others. For him personally, asking for directions was an extremely friendly gesture.
But before he could finish speaking, a shell exploded right beneath his feet.
The bomb, packed with potent suppressants, could instantly deactivate the traits within most operatives—but the 'Authority' was not as weak as some cheap, ordinary weapon—that stuff had absolutely no effect on him.
Hamilton simply swayed, then sighed rather helplessly and said, "Please... I just wanted to ask you something, aren't you guys being a little rude?"
Bang!
As he spoke, he swung the guillotine and smashed it down on the bodies of the two soldiers at the entrance. They didn't even have time to react before they exploded into a pile of mush, dead beyond any doubt.
Then he walked straight into the garrison position.
No one knows what happened after that. By the time Hamilton had obtained all the information he wanted, the blood that had been flowing from it was already above his ankles.
"What a wonderful place!"
"A chaotic space where multiple spacetime nodes coexist... even someone of my level would encounter a formidable foe?"
"That Stanford partner... is ridiculously strong. His ability to materialize fantasy is beyond comprehension. Even within the realm of 'authorities,' he is one of the strongest."
"And then there's He Yu—he's no longer being observed or controlled by the will of the universe."
"It's so...surprisingly amazing, it's fucking amazing!"
"Eoubs, this meat grinder, has spawned so many monsters in recent years, no wonder Sergio and Joseph can't completely contend with it."
"Eoubs-659... an invisible thing that defies the laws and ignores cause and effect, truly a terrifying taboo."
"And this place also has many nodes, is it a fully mass-produced arena?"
Hamilton had read through all the data and activity logs at the site, but—it was only to the extent of feeling moved.
He didn't know how many people would come to hunt him down. He didn't need to worry about the small fry. The only ones who posed a real challenge were Hebrew and He Yu. As for the weakling who shot Sergio, he had already figured out how to give him a dignified death.
As a candidate for leader, a seasoned veteran navigating the European Union and various continents, Hamilton wasn't one to waste words like others—he found the thought of those idiots utterly repulsive. He'd heard that operatives in other regions were somewhat mentally unstable, but he hadn't expected their intelligence to have declined so drastically. For the sake of the so-called 'fateful' fragments, they were willing to kill colleagues and innocent civilians at any cost, ultimately unaware that they were being targeted, yet still sweetly proclaiming, "We had no choice but to do that to survive."
Can you guys please stop being so ridiculous? Damn it...
He acts like he's done something incredibly great, leaving this forbidden item untouched and only thinking about how to kill everyone else—okay, even though he came here specifically to kill people, there's a cause for every effect, and he'll only kill those related to Sergio's death; the others are none of his business.
But the important thing right now is...
Hamilton bent down and glanced at the two "brown papers" that were restricted by access control, and couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.
"I wondered why they were so wary of me; it turns out there were some fragments of the scroll here."
"The problem is... with so many 'rules of destiny' existing here, won't the prophecies and records that can be interpreted be repeated?"
As he was thinking this, he suddenly sensed something and abruptly turned around to look at the entrance.
"Who are you?"
Upon recognizing who it was, Hamilton's expression instantly turned serious.
"No... what are you?"
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