Overturned Tower

July 31, 23:43.

The heavy rain has not stopped yet.

Not far away, the accumulated water was constantly broken by raindrops, causing the neon lights to reflect a beautiful brilliance.

"Ha...ha...uh..."

Morgan woke up from his coma for the third time and gasped violently.

Her prosthetic lumbar vertebrae and kidneys were shattered, and her stomach and intestines were also torn.

In the "water" form, once frozen and injured, it is easier to damage the well-protected internal organs.

The blood stuck in her throat, causing her to cough several times before she recovered.

The roaring sound of the rain intertwined with the ringing in her ears, giving her the illusion that she was being surrounded from all directions.

——But that is just an illusion.

She had managed to escape.

She struggled to get up, then knelt on the ground weakly.

Her long black hair was wet from the rain and clung to her back, which was only wearing a white vest.

The diluted blood on the back was intertwined with sweat and rain, spreading on the tight vest and dyeing it a light red. The open wounds became swollen and purple under the soaking of the rain.

The chip on the back of her neck is a constant reminder that her body is in an endangered state.

A red light kept flashing at the edge of her vision, and a harsh warning sounded in her ears... Thanks to these warnings, she didn't faint directly in the heavy rain.

——I am about to die.

She knew this very well.

She had lost so much blood that she could suffer total organ failure at any time. When her final mission is completed, she will probably go into shock.

But there was no trace of fear in her eyes.

Being able to "die by death" is already a blessing for Morgan today.

She completely ignored the chip's reminder that "it is sending an assistance signal to the nearby execution department", and casually crossed out the friendly reminder "please choose a doctor in the nearby area" and hung up the emergency call that the chip made on its own initiative. .

She exhaled the virtual panel, and her right hand, which was trembling due to blood loss, quickly typed on the keyboard that only appeared in her field of vision.

She sent Tovatus her last message.

"Mr. Tovatus, please thank the godfather for me, and tell him for me:

"'She died and rose yesterday; I have slept with her.'"

Although it is already known that the godfather is not the real Bluebird, but Russell.

But Morgan couldn't involve Russell. When she really dies, all her information records will be investigated by the company.

She believed that Russell could understand what she meant.

Soon, Morgan's eyesight dimmed.

A tall figure appeared in front of her, blocking the neon light in front of her.

The heavy rain fell on him, and it was like an illusion that he was directly immersed in it and disappeared into thin air.

Because she had no light behind her, even if she tried her best to raise her head, she could only see a dark shadow.

But Morgan knew...this was a bad day.

The world's most vicious criminals.

But now, he is on his side. How reassuring.

"Have you finished writing your last words?"

Bad Day's cold voice sounded.

Morgan smiled. She turned off the screen and raised her head to look at the visitor.

"Are you going to take action?"

Her voice was hoarse from blood loss, but there was no wavering in her words.

"It looks like it's finished."

Bad Ri said calmly, looking indifferently at the seriously injured girl in front of him.

Morgan smiled.

She lay on the ground, brushing aside her long hair and exposing her slender nape.

"Please do it."

Morgan said softly.

It's like kneeling down and praying for a bad day.

She remained in this position, unconscious.

"Get some rest, ma'am."

Bad Sun whispered as he dug out the chip on the back of Morgan's neck.

"believe him."

Looking at Morgan who was in a coma, his body was not wet by the rain at all, he said word by word: "Then, leave it to me."

July 31, 23:59.

Drones, helicopters and robot bodyguards have completely blocked off a certain high-end residential complex in Tianen District.

Beams of bright light swept across the ground, as if looking for someone.

Dense drones are close to the windows of every house, scanning for heat sources inside.

The residents were so frightened by this battle that they closed their curtains tightly and did not even dare to look outside.

They don't even know who can bear this level of tracking.

——But in fact, the real target has already been locked.

Acting like she's searching just makes her relax her guard.

Kamalse stepped onto the stairs to the sixth floor alone.

Coincidentally, the last resident here... came from a certain target that Camarse asked Morgan to assassinate.

Morgan had left his keycard behind, and now he needs it.

Kamalse waited at the door for a few seconds.

When the time jumped to 00:00 and the new memory was backed up, he cautiously opened the door and entered.

The door was quietly opened a small crack, and Karmather blocked the light source and got in like a thief.

The highest specification security locks mean nothing at all.

No keys, passwords or fingerprints are required.

No door can stand against an elf - their very identity is the key that unlocks all doors.

Kamalse pushed up his glasses and walked in quietly.

— and closed the door.

The next moment, he suddenly felt a sense of crisis.

The moment he closed the door, the surrounding space suddenly peeled off and distorted.

Kamalse suddenly fell into the dark blue unknown space——

But Kamalse didn't panic at all.

He just turned around calmly.

Looking at Russell standing in front of him, he asked in an unarguable tone:

"Caged bird?

"Shouldn't your psychic power be a 'non-existent weapon', Mr. Ultramarine?"

He easily recognized Russell's identity and the psychic powers he used.

"I'm not ultramarine."

Russell said word for word: “I am from the bones of yesterday.

"I died and I am resurrected today...I am here to seek justice from you."

"……I see."

Kamalse murmured.

There was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

But when he looked at Russell, there was a little pity in his eyes: "But what can you do?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Russell suddenly felt that he had been hit hard.

His consciousness became blurred almost instantly, but he didn't even realize what had just happened.

The cold eyes glanced through the glasses at Russell's body that was severely injured and bruised in an instant: "Is this the extent.

"Justice? I am just."

The next moment, Russell suffered multiple fractures all over his body, coughed up blood, and fell to his knees.

And Kamalse appeared in another part of the room without warning.

He sat in the void with his legs crossed, waiting calmly: "Indeed. Nothing is more fair than time itself.

"Success and failure. Life and death. What more do you want?"

But in the next moment, most of Russell's wounds were healed in just one breath - his body glowed with the power of the Holy Order.

That made Kamalse frown suddenly.

Russell smiled, coughed, and took out a working camera from his sleeve.

"I still want to show the dragon how ugly you are at this moment."

Kamalse's expression suddenly turned gloomy.

He was standing in front of Russell in an instant, and the camera had been smashed.

He had checked and it was indeed a working camera.

And there is indeed an emblem on it that belongs to the angel... This is the old antique camera that the angel brought.

It's connected to the Internet, but I don't know where the picture has been sent.

Spies from the church...

If you send it back directly, this problem won't be solved.

He will just continue to learn lessons and refine his plans.

——The church knows what the elves fear most.

Then lie to him.

"He is exactly like your father...I knew this day would come."

But there was no look of fear on Kamalse's face.

He just took off his glasses indifferently, and looked down at Russell with his cold rainbow eyes: "Listen, I will give you a chance to come back.

"I will send you back to the past. Come to me and explain everything clearly... What is your relationship with the dragon and the church?

"If your answer satisfies me, I will not kill you and give you a senior executive position. If you don't believe it, I can sign a contract with you...how about that?"

When Russell heard this, he fell into thinking.

"Are you really... not going to kill me?"

"I could have sworn it."

Kamalse said with great certainty: "You used to follow Sally Russ. Then you should know that elves are not allowed to lie in their oaths."

"Then you swear first."

Russell frowned and said slowly with a serious look.

Kamalse breathed a sigh of relief.

He saw the desire for survival very clearly on Russell's face.

It's not a real death, but someone who was forced to this point by me...

What did the other "possibility" me do?

"I, 'Marriage of Opposites' Kamaltha. In the name of the forerunner, caretaker and protector of mankind..."

Kamalse raised his hand and said solemnly.

But just halfway through his words, his whole person suddenly split into two.

Not horizontally...but vertically.

His body and the chip suddenly broke from the middle——

It was as if there was a strange repulsive force that tore the two parts of his body apart.

Just like the remaining two elf directors that Bad Day killed with ease.

There was no accident with this third stab.

As long as special conditions are fulfilled, he can be killed from afar...with a single blow.

As Kamalse's two bodies fell forward, the blood-soaked corpse fell into the barrier of the "caged bird", like a newborn butterfly.

Because of the death of one of the targets, the barrier of the caged bird suddenly collapsed.

At this time, just over a minute had passed.

But at this time, it is still...

August 1, 00:00.

"—We did it, barber!"

Bad Day opened the door and came in, breathing a sigh of relief.

"I watched you being beaten wildly, and I was almost scared to death..."

On the table behind Russell, a blood-stained chip lay quietly.

It was connected to a device like a charger plug, simulating a signal that the host was still alive but seriously injured.

They relied on this to lure Kamalse over.

"...To be honest, if you could kill him a few seconds later or a few seconds earlier, I might be happier."

Russell frowned.

I just joked that Xia "knows too much, but is restrained"... He also encountered the same situation here.

Clearly, he had eliminated a powerful enemy and accomplished the revenge of many people.

But Russell was not as excited as he imagined.

Instead, he had more doubts in his heart.

Does he know his father?

Why can't elves break their oath?

——And, what did he call himself just now?

"What's wrong?"

Bad Ri asked with concern: "Did you hear what he said?"

"...No. Let me confirm it later."

Russell shook his head cautiously.

"Then run away first - Morgan's chip will stay here to create a complete chain of evidence."

Bad Ri ordered, and at the same time threw a metal badge on the ground, and asked: "Is there no blood? Has the surveillance been destroyed?"

It was a geometric pattern with an eye in a five-pointed star, proof of the Tower of Babel.

It has his fingerprints on it, which proves that this thing was dropped by Bad Day.

"I've been cured before."

Russell slowly stood up from the ground: "Of course, there may be some fallen hair or skin fragments. Then there is nothing I can do."

"It's easy..."

Bad Ri said casually and took out a concentrated Molotov cocktail from his arms.

He poured all the liquid on Kamalse's body and used a lighter from the canteen to trigger it.

Afterwards, Bad Day pulled the door handle and dragged Russell out of the room in a hurry.

The fire in the room became more intense, finally attracting the drone outside the window.

But when the prosthetic man broke in through the window, there was nothing left in the room.

Only the charred chips were still lying quietly among the ruins.

As if to declare that the dead body had completed its revenge yesterday.

Damn it, I haven’t finished writing yet...!

After that, there will be a chapter ending and a summary at the end of the volume... I will continue writing, and it may not be published until after midnight, so I won’t wait until 12 noon tomorrow!

You guys go to sleep first——