Chapter 96 Chapter 96 Melee
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Unable to contact the two psychics, the faces of the people in the base changed.
"Can't contact anyone?" The old man sitting at the head table slammed the table and said sternly, "How is that possible? Glasses and Parker's abilities may not be lethal, but they are definitely extremely special!"
Especially Glasses, his ability has no lethality and his only function is to trap others.
This makes this aspect of his supernatural power unreasonably powerful.
No one has ever escaped from his photos. Once the glasses lock onto a target, the only possibility of escape is to find him under the pressure of gravity that is more than ten times higher, which is harder than finding an indifferent leaf in the forest!
The photo he hides is a distant view of the entire forest. As long as he wants, he can change the angle at any time, and the photo will instantly be attached to any place around it. Even if the target is lucky enough to discover him, as long as he cannot catch the photo in an instant, he can immediately change the object he is attached to and blend into the new background.
Under such harsh conditions, Iris still escaped and even killed Glasses.
"Is it really related to the killer who froze an entire castle?" the old man said viciously.
It was quiet all around and no one dared to speak.
This time things got a bit serious.
Slovakia is small and isolated, but it is a major transportation hub for the whole of Europe. They have been operating here for decades, and have long since turned it into Europe's largest transit point for human and organ trafficking. Every year, there are so many custom killings, live broadcasts of torture, and slave camp conversions. Tens of thousands of corpses with their internal organs removed are burned or transported away and discarded. This is a hell that people living in a peaceful society cannot even imagine.
During this period, there were indeed righteous people who tried to expose the darkness here, but they were all dealt with quietly.
So many powerful people regard this place as their own back garden for enjoyment. The chain of interests is so strong that no one can imagine it. For many years, there has been a silent understanding that no one has ever dared to push them to this point.
This guy this time should be no exception.
The old man leaned back in his chair, lit a cigar, cut the cigarette holder with scissors, and whispered hoarsely to himself in the smoke, "I finally escaped, how could you come back? How dare you come back?"
"Sir, just now the confidential department of the American government used diplomatic channels to put pressure on us to hand over Iris to them unharmed." A woman walked closer and whispered.
The old man snorted, "Why don't they just drive tanks and fighter jets over to pick us up?"
The woman swallowed for a while before speaking in a dry voice.
"In fact, they have already been sent over there."
The old man's face changed and the door was suddenly opened.
A handsome blond man strode in from outside the door along with soldiers armed with real guns and ammunition.
He straightened his suit, showed his ID, and said politely but hypocritically, "Good afternoon, sir. From now on, your 'Garden of Eden' is officially handed over to the American government. The victims implicated, including Mr. Mo, will be repatriated by the American government."
"Please sit in the special seats and wait patiently. We will prosecute you for crimes under international law, including intentional homicide, concealment of corpses, and organizing terrorist acts."
The old man's eyelids twitched, and he looked at him fiercely, "Do you know what you are saying? I have a close relationship with your Secretary General. If you speak to me like this, my boy, be careful that your career will be in jeopardy."
The blond man smiled at him. "In fact, this is the Secretary-General's order, specifically approved by the President. If you hadn't set your sights on Mr. Mo, you would have always been his friend. These are the Secretary-General's exact words."
The old man's teeth were grinding as he stared at the fully armed soldiers for a while. Then he slowly turned around and sat behind the desk.
He is not a stupid person. He knows very well that the seriousness of the matter has changed and even the national level has taken action.
This means that everything is no longer a personal grudge, and the gray-haired young man is an important resource that even the country values very much.
"Looks like you've been getting into a lot of trouble out there, Iris."
The old man stared at the screen intently, stretched out his trembling fingers, shook off the cigarette ash, and put on a sinister sneer.
"Do you think I won't dare to touch you just like this... You are so naive."
He stretched out his hand, and stroked the surveillance screen with his rough fingers. He looked at the fleeting gray-haired shadow captured by the computer and murmured in his heart.
"Still looking so pitiful and beautiful."
"I used to cry when I broke a bone. Now I don't mind the pain."
The blond man didn't care what the old man was thinking. Seeing that he had calmed down for the time being, he turned back with a smile on his face and said, "I leave it to you all. Please, please don't hurt him. Bring him to us. What do you say? The world's number one killer, Reborn——"
A baby wearing a black top hat with a golden pacifier hanging from his chest pressed down the brim of the hat, its shadow covering half of his face. A cold and elegant smile curled the corners of his mouth, "As you wish."
"As long as the money is there, I don't mind opening my eyes from the cradle."
The blond man said sincerely, "Thank you."
The baby turned and disappeared into the darkness.
Behind him, in the shadow of the wall stood a man in a long military uniform, covered in black leather.
The man leaned against the wall, his face moving slowly along with the baby's movements, as if imitating the baby's movements. He lowered the brim of his hat a little, and the silver accessories on his black gloves rustled slightly.
His movements seemed a little sluggish, but the threat posed by this body could not be ignored, creating a dangerous yet lazy atmosphere similar to that of a wild animal taking a nap.
The blond man was more relaxed with him than with a baby. He leaned over and touched the man's shoulder. "I know your first meeting with that beautiful Mo wasn't great. No, it was terrible. We almost ended up with that beautiful woman's head blown open. I say, you care about him a lot, don't you?"
The tall man tilted his head, his black leather face silently facing him.
After about 10 seconds, he nodded his head up and down very slowly and dully.
"My amorous friend," the blond man laughed secretly and patted his shoulder, "We can't be as rude as the Japanese psychics. After all, we just want to sincerely provide him with a shelter."
He handed the man a tranquilizer gun.
"Bring him back, and you'll be able to see him every day from now on."
****
Smirnoff looked out at the base hidden deep in the forest.
"The security is tight. There are surveillance cameras everywhere, making it difficult to sneak in. Do I need to use my special abilities?" He turned around and asked in a low voice.
Mo Shiyu leaned against the tree trunk for a while before saying, "I remember there's a small door on the west side. Let's go there and take a look."
"What's wrong? Are you not feeling well?" She Yu looked at Mo Shiyu's extremely pale face, reached out his hand, and put his cold fingertips on Mo Shiyu's forehead. His expression changed slightly.
So hot.
The cool rain comforted Mo Shiyu, who was feeling parched all over. He relaxed his brows a little, "Maybe I'm not used to the local climate. I remember I felt uncomfortable when I came here two years ago, too."
Smirno, who was walking in front, paused and looked back at the flushed gray-haired young man. He took a moment to identify him, and his turquoise eyes suddenly became deep. "No, Mother... You are evolving."
Mo Shiyu turned to look at him and fell silent: "...Evolution?"
"Yes."
After confirming this, Smino looked particularly happy. He bent the corners of his eyes slightly and even subconsciously spread his dark green wings. The green and blue phosphorus powder scattered in the circle, and then he retracted his wings aggrievedly in the face of Mo Shiyu's horrified rejection three times.
He turned around in a circle to calm down, then explained seriously, "Before, you were in the larval stage, and now it's finally time to break out of the shell and mature."
"I don't understand, I don't understand. Humans don't need to break out of their shells." Mo Shiyu pointed angrily at the surroundings, "And where are the shells that need to be broken for me?"
"It's a tattoo," Smino said. "The goat horn tattoo on your lower back is a shell, representing that you are still a juvenile. When you mature, the tattoo will change."
She Yu tugged at Mo Shiyu's clothes at the back of his waist and pressed the red sheep horn tattoo with his cold fingers.
Mo Shiyu was startled by the ice and turned around and said hurriedly, "Sheyu!"
She Yu looked up and said, "I'm sorry."
He walked around and came back to Mo Shiyu and said to him, "The tattoo is changing color. From blue to red."
It also grew a little longer, though only a little.
Mo Shiyu froze, and suddenly turned his head in horror, looking at his lower back with difficulty, "Really?"
Sawada Tsunayoshi held the lion, stood on tiptoe to look at it, his face turned red as he whispered, "Really, brother."
For some reason, this tattoo looks nice and embarrassing at the same time.
Smino whispered doubtfully, "But strangely, you matured several weeks earlier than expected. That shouldn't be the case. Did your mother take hormones?"
Mo Shiyu: “…” Is he some kind of KFC chicken with eight wings?
She Yu said, "Could it be the crow's medicine?"
Mo Shiyu paused, and had to admit that She Yu's words made sense. "Very likely."
Karasuma Renye's medicine definitely has a lot to do with his damn physique.
Oh, right, he remembered. The crow had said something similar about expecting him to 'mature'. The enemy knew him better than he did... that was really frustrating.
"So, what is maturity?" Mo Shiyu shook his head, trying to straighten his thoughts. "Will it grow wings like you guys?"
"No. It's not a change in appearance." Smirno's cold, dark green eyes lit up for a rare moment. "Mother, maturity means you'll soon awaken the power to protect yourself. The bugs will protect you with their lives during your final period of vulnerability!"
The power to protect oneself... Mo Shiyu asked, "Is it a supernatural power?"
Smirnoff said, "It's authority. The natural enemy of pollution, the supreme mother."
Mo Shiyu felt that it was almost the same as not saying anything, but he couldn't get anything out of Smino no matter how much he asked. The latter didn't seem to know what the so-called authority was specifically.
Never mind, I’ll have a chance to talk to “books” soon.
There's no need to rush.
Mo Shiyu held up his burning forehead, exhaled a breath of hot air, and said weakly, "Everyone, before I faint, let's speed up and end this quickly."
****
Meanwhile, a helicopter landed at an airport in Slovakia.
"There are too many people." Kenji Hagiwara realized this the moment he got off the plane.
It's not the peak tourist season, but there are so many people gathered at the airport.
Everyone seemed to be here for one purpose.
"The live broadcast is no longer available on the dark web." Tiaoye Caiju half-closed her eyes, seemingly troubled by the airport's clamor, but she continued gently, "But before the broadcast was suspended, Mr. Mo's words and the appearance of the white-haired boy provoked many unrelated people to come here."
"Mr. Hagiwara, you know Mr. Mo better than I do. What do you think he is thinking?"
Anyone who is attracted here is an absolute criminal.
"What do you think?" a lazy voice came from behind her. Tiaoye Caiju paused slightly and turned around, her red-dyed hair swaying in the air.
The young man in a windbreaker with black hair and iris eyes smiled and waved, "Hello."
"Dazai Osamu." Jyouno Caiju replied with the same smile, "Is the SF Express plane comfortable?"
"Not bad." Dazai Osamu sat down in their special car, closed the door, and snapped his fingers, "Drive."
Tiaoye Caiju came in and asked a little persistently, "Would you like to answer my question?"
"Well, I can only say." Dazai Osamu looked up at Jouno Caiju when she sat down, "Mr. Mo is not a crazy person."
"If the person doing these things was a Russian, I would think it was normal, but not for him, because he is not a risk-taker at heart."
Kenji Hagiwara lowered his dry eyes, got into the car without saying a word, closed the door with a bang, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and melted into the air listening to Dazai Osamu's voice.
"The level of madness he's doing now makes me feel like he doesn't want to live through tomorrow."
****
"Perhaps I would be honored to know why you care so much about a helpless person who only has beauty?"
In the core room of the base, the old man sat in his seat and asked gently.
The blond man glanced at him and said, "Sir, aren't the cookies in front of you delicious?"
The old man didn't care about his sarcasm and laughed, "Okay, I won't ask anymore. So, young man, do you want to know about his past?"
Seeing the blond man tilt his head towards him, the old man immediately smiled complacently, "You see, we always have one or two things worth trading."
"You can talk about it, but this isn't a deal." The blond man chuckled. "This is about your life, sir."
The old man snorted contemptuously, "Boy, you're ten years too early to threaten me."
"I know what you're afraid of. You're afraid he'll commit suicide," the old man said, taking a puff of his cigar. "I've seen the wound on his forehead. I can tell at a glance that it's a burn caused by a close-range gunshot."
"You want to control him without hurting him, but suicide is something that is difficult to completely prevent. And finding a breakthrough in his past, finding something he cares about, and using this to keep him is definitely not a bad idea."
The blond man said nothing.
"Satisfy the old man's curiosity. I'll tell you everything I know." The old man chuckled and looked at him. "I know the person he cares about, the owner of a coffee shop. If I threaten him with this person, he won't dare to die."
The blond man frowned in embarrassment.
I have to say that the old man’s words are consistent with their usual style.
But how should he put it, he didn't want to be too cruel to the person he loved.
However, these are extraordinary times after all, and the target's desire to die is too strong. Perhaps appropriate stimulation is necessary.
Apologize to the face later.
The blond man made up his mind and was about to say something when there was a knock on the door.
The old man turned around suddenly and looked at the alloy door.
"Boom, boom, boom."
There was no sound of talking, only the monotonous knocking on the door, echoing in the empty room, as if knocking on people's hearts, giving people a feeling of unease out of thin air.
The blond man looked at the gate uncertainly for a while, suddenly waved his men away, walked to the surveillance camera, and adjusted the surveillance camera outside the gate.
On the surveillance screen, a white-haired young man was standing in front of the door with his head down.
He was wearing a long white robe with a very draped feel. He was not wearing any shoes or socks, and his bare feet were on the ground. His calves exposed under the hem of his robe were pale and thin.
He lowered his head, holding a white doll with its head tilted and limbs hanging down in his hand, and was knocking on the door slowly, with the interval between each knock being exactly the same.
"Boom, boom, boom."
This scene is enough to make one's hair stand on end.
A woman in a secret service uniform stared at the screen, her face pale and her voice trembling, "Is that the white-haired boy who looks like Iris...?"
They've found their way here?!
How could it be so fast?
The old man immediately shouted at them, "What are you doing? Hurry up and contact the people outside to get rid of him! Where is Iris? Where is she?"
The next second, the white-haired boy raised his head, and his pair of cold scarlet eyes looked straight at the screen in the empty corridor, and suddenly met their gaze.
The old man's voice suddenly froze.
A chilling feeling of fear crept up his spine.
What was going on? He actually had the illusion that the boy was staring at him through the surveillance camera?
The blond man took a deep breath, straightened up, looked at the camera and gave a wry smile, "If I said that I wasn't going to agree to it just now, would you believe me?"
The white-haired boy tilted his head towards the surveillance camera. His skin was pale, his eyelashes were pale, and his scarlet eyes were unblinking, like a ghost crawling out of the water.
He slowly chuckled, "He'll die."
The old man's face turned pale, and he made a quick decision, pressing a button on the desk. The bookshelf behind him suddenly rotated, and the chair he was sitting on disappeared behind the wall.
The blond man turned around, his expression slightly changed. "Old man, your timing is really good."
With a powerful enemy in front of them and the old man running away, they were actually helpless for a moment.
She Yu stood motionless outside the door, his eyes passing through the wall and moving stiffly along with the old man.
His body became ethereal for a second, then slowly became solid again.
"So, I don't have offensive abilities." The blond man raised his gun with a bitter smile.
She Yu lowered his eyes and blocked the door, "Me neither."
****
Mo Shiyu felt the wall and walked down the stairs. His breathing became heavier and heavier without him noticing.
Sawada Tsunayoshi supported him carefully, and the white doll no longer lay in his arms to take up weight, but fell on the steps next to him, and climbed up the stairs one step at a time by himself.
"Brother, do you want to rest for a while?" Sawada Tsunayoshi asked in a low voice.
For some reason, even though there was no sound around him, he felt extremely uneasy.
It's too quiet.
"I'm fine." Mo Shiyu breathed a sigh of relief. "My lower back is almost cooked, but it's not a big deal."
Mo Shiyu had known for a long time that America was involved in this matter. After all, he had a reliable spy in her base.
"The other party hired the world's number one assassin." Mo Shiyu panted, "Sheyu scattered around the base looking for the assassin, but there was no trace."
"We just need to hold on until we get to the basement. If we can avoid fighting him, then we should do so."
"Understood." Smino walked in front, paying close attention and being extremely alert to his surroundings, always ready to teleport away with his mother if there was any problem.
Suddenly, Mo Shiyu missed a step and stumbled. He only had time to grab something.
It was a small, cold hand belonging to a baby.
"Please be careful." The childish and cold voice was in English with an elegant and strange ending.
Mo Shiyu remembered the bitter and strong taste of coffee.
"Thank you." He replied subconsciously, then suddenly reacted, opened his eyes wide, took a step back and shook off the other person.
The other party chuckled and quickly blended into the darkness.
A chill like an electric current ran down Mo Shiyu's spine, and fear and terror crept into his eyes.
Fitting into their conversation seamlessly.
He actually...has been following them all the time.
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