February 16, 15:02:53.
London, the Foggy City.
Eastern Atlantic Ocean, southeastern British Isles.
Bamke sat in the comfortable garden of a coastal building, exuding an elegant and leisurely European-style understated luxury, with a natural color scheme. Bright sunlight filtered through the swaying vines, falling on him, while below him stretched the endless coastline, appearing grand and magnificent—a style far superior to that of Jerusalem, the dead city.
The sound of the waves could be faintly heard, soothing and monotonous, like the eternal tolling of a bell, making them feel as if they were in another world—a place that humanity had long since destroyed.
These days, people with power and money choose secluded paradises for their meetings; they must have nothing better to do.
There were already people in the courtyard. On the table were seasonal fruits, snacks, and drinks. They were chatting, each of them appearing very noble and elegant, as if they were people standing at the very top of society.
Bamke glanced at the time and asked the group of elegant people, "Has the teacher not arrived yet?"
Someone smiled at him and said they would be there soon, while the others continued chatting or staring intently at something, all of them hypocritical and pretentious.
Only then did he notice a girl curled up on the sofa in the corner. She was young, barely an adult, and her expression was pained, as if she were enduring immense torment. Having been Eoubs's lackey for so many years, he naturally knew what it meant to endure pain.
The child huddled in a ball in the shadow of the bustling city, looking pitiful, casting an eerie and ominous aura over the entire grove of trees, like a dead insect.
Of course, nobody paid any attention to her. Everyone seemed indifferent and happy with their lives. This idyllic scene was strangely incongruous with the gloom in the corner.
Bamke stared at her for a few seconds before looking away, thinking that the reason she was here was probably to be played with and tortured, but she didn't seem to be used to it yet, so she probably hadn't suffered too much.
Look at this beautiful place, and you might sometimes think that only the very wealthy and hedonistic people live here. But he knows that these retired activists have long since transcended the ranks of "ordinary people."
Barring unforeseen circumstances, their descendants will all be born in this cruel fairyland, experiencing fulfilling lives and controlling most of life and death.
Each of them seems to have excellent educational background, but they will devour you alive and won't even spit out a bone, and they will think that killing you is a matter of course.
Another fifteen minutes passed, and just as Bamke was getting so worked up about adding wine that he wanted to hit someone, a blurry figure slowly walked over from the back of the courtyard.
His face was etched with the marks of time, and his white hair, gleaming in the wind, shone like burning silver. His cloudy, yellowish eyes swept over him, glancing at Bamke at the table before quickly looking away, devoid of interest.
Just one glance was enough to make him break out in a cold sweat, and he instinctively wanted to turn back time to the flight before he arrived in London.
It's like being immersed in a hell filled with countless dead souls, listening up close to the music of demons.
How much destruction and slaughter must have taken for those terrifying eyes to become such a chilling reality?
It is impossible to observe much, impossible to imagine.
After just three years apart... have we become so estranged?
Characteristics unknown, number of contraindications for implantation unknown, age unknown.
After much intelligence was blocked by the North American Eoubs headquarters, all that was left for the world was a pale name.
Joseph K.
It symbolizes 'humanism'.
Former Eoubs deliberation room judge, ace staff member of the 27th section of the Operations Headquarters, former head of the Eoubs Operations and Detection Department, and former commander-in-chief of the Forbidden Execution Hall.
All those prestigious titles were stripped away seven years ago due to a major mismanagement of a control mission.
His position, power, and everything that an ordinary person could possess vanished into thin air.
Joseph himself always took humanity as the supreme species as his guiding principle, but what he did was nothing short of brutality.
The database containing the operatives' data contains tens of thousands of pages of kill records and mission logs, covering almost the entire history of the war in the Americas over the past fifteen years, including what the world knows about and what will never come to light.
The silencing operation, the battle for control of Manhattan, the New York trials, the operation to exterminate unstable groups, the Washington infiltration operation, the burning of Queens, the execution of extremist operatives, and the operation to exterminate special infected individuals, which is known as the largest indiscriminate massacre in modern American history.
All the trouble, all the bloodstains... were caused by him. After the operation, he ignored Eoubs's retreat order and privately executed all the ordinary citizens and subordinates infected by the forbidden substance, even those whose infection was only mild.
Eighty-seven thousand seven hundred and twenty-six people.
Overnight, they turned into corpses.
This was just a control mission that exceeded his authority. Over the past ten years, the number of people who died at his hands is incalculable. If a precise count were to be made, the number would be suffocating for everyone.
Major, serial killer, war machine, enemy of ten thousand, death star...
Eoubs has countless registered names on his person, but the one that people like to call him by is often the most straightforward and concise.
Natural disaster.
At this moment, the gaunt old man pulled out a chair and sat down steadily in front of Bamke. He opened the copy of "War and Peace" that he carried with him and said without looking up, "After all these years, you are still the only student who comes to see me."
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