"Fire! Fire! What's going on? Who set the fuel on fire?"
"No, didn't the fire start at the oil storage warehouse?"
"Could it be a vampire clan? With such a formidable enemy at hand, haven't we already discussed cooperation?"
"Could it be because they discovered our plan to stab us in the back later, so they struck first to gain the upper hand?"
"Stop talking nonsense, you lot! Go shovel sand and put out the fire!"
"Mayor, this is no ordinary flame! Have you ever seen a purplish-red flame?"
Purple flames descended from the sky, igniting the conference room and research institute before spreading out instantly, turning the camps for miles into a continuous expanse of flames.
Anxious people rushed to help fight the fire; some poured water, some shoveled sand, and some even tried to race against time to dig a firebreak...
But without exception, they all ended in failure.
The person who splashed the water was choked by the scalding steam, their face turning bright red, and they screamed and howled hysterically.
Upon closer inspection, onlookers were horrified to discover that after only a brief contact with the steam, his entire face was covered in horribly red blisters.
The injured man accidentally scratched himself because of the excruciating pain, which resulted in even more intense pain and disgusting pus discharge. The bystanders were terrified and quickly helped him to find a doctor.
Similarly, those shoveling sand and digging firebreaks weren't much better off.
The moment the sandshoveler threw the sand over, the corrosive flames, as if displeased, spread along the sand and instantly engulfed the person.
No matter how much he rolled around on the ground or splashed water on himself, the corrosive flames remained like maggots clinging to his bones, burning him until his bones crackled and popped.
The oil melted into a liquid, and just as it began to release its fragrance, it instantly turned into a wisp of black smoke, releasing a scorching, burnt odor that made people afraid to get close.
In the end, even when he frantically dug a hole hoping to extinguish the fire with sand, he only managed to dig himself a coffin made of sand.
By the time he realized what was happening, his arm was no longer under his control, he could no longer feel the pain, and he gradually became depressed.
Firelight and a purplish-red hue were the last things he saw...
Those who dug the firebreak fared even worse, as the corrosive flames spread directly along with the flames they had lit.
The speed was too fast; he didn't even have time to scream before the fire extinguished his voice. In the blink of an eye, only a white skeleton remained. He didn't even last two seconds in the fire before turning into ashes.
The mayor was so frightened that he was helped back a long way before he could finally recover after taking several deep breaths of warm oxygen.
"Quickly, organize the evacuation! Firefighters, forget about fighting the fire, focus on salvaging supplies. Save as much as you can, quick!"
The mayor, as expected of a mayor, having held this position for decades, immediately realized that this was definitely not an accidental fire.
It was a man-made disaster!
He was convinced that it was the work of the vampire clan, possibly Misa from the pureblood faction, or Mrs. Merlin from the symbiotic faction.
If that's the case, then we can only... huh?
The mayor's eyes suddenly widened slightly, revealing a deep sense of disbelief.
The bodyguard accompanying him reacted even faster, without hesitation pulling open his holster, drawing his pistol, and aiming it at the figure faintly visible in the fire, sternly rebuking him:
"Listen up, you guys in front! Drop your weapons immediately, raise your hands, turn your backs to us and come forward, or we're going to shoot!"
This shout not only brought the mayor back to his senses, but also alerted many more soldiers in the vicinity.
However, they had strange expressions on their faces and rubbed their eyes several times in disbelief to make sure they weren't seeing things.
The soldiers who were the first to withdraw from the battlefield under the protection of their agents finally realized, through the astonishment in each other's eyes, that they hadn't misjudged their comrades.
—The one slowly walking this way from the fire is Fagia, the main agent from Victoria Housekeeping!
How could this be...
Why did he start this fire?
The bodyguards didn't care. Although they felt the man's build was familiar, they couldn't see him clearly through the purplish-red flames.
They weren't familiar enough with Fajar to recognize him from just a few outlines, so they naturally kept to their official duties, raising their pistols as a warning:
"Let me reiterate, this is not a joke!"
"Please note, this is not a joke!"
"Put down your weapons immediately, raise your hands, and walk towards us with your back to us, or we will open fire!"
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