Chapter 336 Who Dares to Stop Us
Gore didn't have much of an impression of her. This head of the Yingzhou branch only appeared in Ethan Jonas's diary, and what he was thinking at the moment was that he must look terrible right now.
He was wearing the same black shirt he had arrived in, with dark gold trim at the collar, but the buttons were ripped off. Blood-red light shone down on him from above, making him look like a meticulously prepared exhibit of a live feast, exquisitely presented and erotically depicted.
Gore even kept his lips slightly parted, the taste of that perverted thumb still lingering inside, making him feel nauseous.
Misaka Min stared at him for a while, shook her head expressionlessly, and then looked at the nails again.
It was fastened very tightly, keeping Gore in a semi-hanging position at all times.
She tiptoed forward, took one of the coins, and pulled it back forcefully.
Clearly, she wasn't using any special techniques, just brute force—the woman's knuckles were white, yet she still gripped tightly, her movements carrying a stubborn air—those things were damnably sophisticated torture devices, the result of numerous experiments, Gore thought, enduring the pain. She must have some way to bypass Eoubs' advanced technology. Because she actually managed to pull out a few nails, and everyone around just watched, no one daring to utter a sound.
But soon, this liberation process was thwarted—in those few seconds, someone must have modified some permissions in the terminal—Misaka Min finally showed a puzzled expression, still holding onto the nail embedded in Gore's palm bone.
Gore stared at her silently, the blood-red warning light relentlessly shining down from above. He felt as if he had already burned out, and no amount of assistance would make a difference. No matter who it was, after such an ordeal, all that remained was ashes and debris.
That futile, rigid stubbornness.
Misaka Min stood outside the beam of light that symbolized prison and death, seemingly untouched by its influence. Her face returned to calm, and she remained silent, then tapped the nails again.
She knew exactly what Gore wanted her to do: "Hey sis, stop being so cocky. If you really can't stand it, just stab me in the artery."
Finally, Misaka Mina let go, and the nail she had pulled out fell to the ground with a crisp metallic clang.
“You’re really lucky,” she said. “Roy sent me to pick you up and take you home.”
No one spoke; only that thin, cold voice echoed in the space before easily dissipating.
Misaka Mina raised her hand and tapped his forehead.
Gore immediately felt a warm wave spread from between his eyebrows. Something flashed in his eyes, and he quickly realized what it was—a Class A specific inhibitor.
This thing will first stay in his brain, taking a few seconds to detect anything that could cause cell mutations or loss of control, and then it's like a system update, and the whole person is reborn.
But he has to wait, not too long, at most 27 minutes, until he has a chance to recover—once he has swallowed these bitter pills, no one can pull him back to this hellish execution ground.
Just then, Misaka Min leaned close to Gore's ear and slowly said, "Okay, your brother is outside, but he's been harassed by several high-ranking members of the council. They suspect that Roy was behind the killings this morning on 'Judgment Day'."
“It will probably take about half an hour to sort out those problems. I’ll stay here with you, that’s all.”
After hearing this, Gore stared at her with wide eyes.
The man's name flickered before his eyes like a flame in a desperate situation, tempting him to keep going. For a moment, he felt like he was dreaming, as if he were unharmed and could immediately get up and go home.
"I……"
He didn't know how to continue. There was silence all around, the light was still so bright, and the air was filled with the smells of perfume, blood, and hallucinogens.
No one wanted to stay here.
At that moment, a malicious voice suddenly spoke from the crowd: "Ms. Misaka Mina, we just received news that Yingzhou seems to have rejected your visit. The council members also said that you no longer have any authority to interfere in this execution, so... at least for the half hour before Roy arrives, Gore is still at our mercy—"
Misaka Mina was amused. She straightened up and turned to look at the person.
The other person immediately shut up.
Then, she looked around, walked to the nails, and reached out to grab them.
As instruments of torture, they are not things that can be picked up by just anyone, but Misaka Mina must have some extra authority. She picked up those things directly, held them between her fingers, and then walked up to the person who spoke and stabbed them towards his face.
That was a really vicious kick; the guy's eyeball was instantly punctured, and he fell to his knees. She didn't stop there; she kicked him hard in the head again.
In that instant, she transformed back into the madwoman from Ethan's diary, her face contorted in a grotesque grimace as she relentlessly kicked the man's head, her actions cruel and utterly devoid of decorum.
Those powerful and influential people around me, who had been talking about it not long ago, remained silent, staring intently at the ceiling or the floor, with expressions that said, "It's none of my business."
No one dared to voice any opinion; only heavy thuds and groans could be heard. Soon, they smelled a strong stench of blood and excrement.
"Phew... There really are people who aren't afraid of death."
Misaka Mina's feet were sore from kicking, but she didn't even look at the person lying in a pool of blood—she didn't care how much of a breath the other person had left. She just wiped the sweat from her forehead and straightened her clothes.
A woman holding a projected document watched her rage from a short distance away in the crowd and whispered, "Miss Maine, this is not a place where you can act recklessly."
The other person said "Oh," and then stared at her without moving for five or six seconds before suddenly raising his hand and snapping his own neck.
The entire process was completely silent, and the scene was so eerie that it made you wonder if you had wandered onto the wrong set.
At the same time, the Class A specific inhibitor began to take effect—Gore was able to stretch his limbs slightly, and the forbidden substance that had been playing dead for so long also regained its activity and began to stir.
The man who twisted off his own head had a gray thread, like a kite string, spreading from his frozen body, connecting with the head held in his hands, and it slowly floated up.
A... a true "balloon".
Walking through it can freeze you to the bone.
Before him, the group of people completely fell silent, their expressions numb and blank as they watched the young scoundrel grasp the balloon and laugh so gleefully. No one dared to interfere anymore. The atmosphere between them was like a large group of extinguished grass ashes or colorful rubber toys, and the person lying on the ground—well, who knows if he's a corpse—was still better off than having his head ripped off and turned into a balloon.
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