Overturned Tower

July 31, 23:43.

The torrential rain has not stopped.

Not far away, the accumulated water that is constantly being crushed by raindrops makes the neon lights reflect beautiful brilliance.

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

Morgan woke up from the coma for the third time, panting violently.

Her prosthetic lumbar spine and kidneys were crushed together, and her stomach and intestines were also torn apart.

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

Her blood was stuck in her throat, which made her cough several times before she recovered.

The roaring rain intertwined with her tinnitus, giving her the illusion that she was surrounded by people from all directions.

—but that's just an illusion.

She has successfully escaped.

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

Her long black hair, wet from the rain, clings to her back, which is clad only in a white vest.

The diluted blood on the back was intertwined with sweat and rain, and smeared on the tight vest, dyeing it a light red, and the opened wound became swollen and purple under the rain.

The chip on the back of her neck is constantly reminding her that her body is in an endangered state.

There was a red light constantly flashing at the edge of her field of vision, and piercing warning sounds came from her ears... Thanks to the successive warning sounds, she didn't directly pass out in the rainstorm.

- I am about to die.

She was very aware of it.

She has bled profusely and could be in total organ failure at any moment. When her final task is completed, she will probably go into shock.

But there was no trace of fear in her eyes.

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

She completely ignored the prompt from the chip that "is sending an assistance signal to the nearby executive department", crossed out the kind reminder of "please choose a doctor within the vicinity", and hung up the distress call that the chip decided to call her. .

She exhaled the virtual panel, and her right hand, trembling from blood loss, quickly tapped on the keyboard that only appeared in her field of vision.

She sends the last text message of her life to Torvatos.

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

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

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

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

She believed that Russell could understand what she meant.

Soon, Morgan's eyes dimmed.

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

The torrential rain fell on him, submerged in it like an illusion, and disappeared out of thin air.

Because of the backlight, even if she tried her best to raise her head, she could only see a dark shadow.

But Morgan knows...it's just about to be a bad day.

The most vicious criminals in the world.

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

"The last words, are you finished?"

The cold voice of Bad Day sounded.

Morgan smiled. She turned off the screen, raised her head and looked at the person coming.

"Are you going to do it?"

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

"Looks like it's finished."

Bad day said flatly, his indifferent eyes turned to the seriously injured girl in front of him.

Morgan smiled.

She fell on the ground, parting her long hair, revealing the back of her slender neck.

"Please do it."

Morgan said softly.

It's like kneeling down, and it's like petitioning for a bad day.

She remained in this position, unconscious.

"Have a good rest, ma'am."

Bad Day whispered, digging out the chip from the back of Morgan's neck.

"believe him."

Looking at Morgan who was in a coma, and 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 prosthetic bodyguards have completely blocked a high-end residential area in Tianen District.

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

Dense drones approach every window, scanning the inside for heat sources.

The residents were terrified by this kind of battle, and they closed the curtains tightly, and they didn't 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 was looking just made her let her guard down.

Alone, Kamalthe stepped up the stairs to the sixth floor.

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

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

Kamalthe waited at the door for a few seconds.

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

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

The highest specification security lock, there is no point at all.

No keys, no passwords and fingerprints are required.

No door can stand against an elf—their very identity is the key to all locks.

Kamalthe pushed 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 twisted.

Kamalthe suddenly plunged into the dark blue unknown space—

But Kamalthe did not panic in the slightest.

He just turned around nonchalantly.

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

"Caged bird?

"Shouldn't your psychic power be an 'instant weapon', Mr. Qun Qing?"

He easily recognized Russell's identity and the psionic power he used.

"I'm not an ultramarine."

Russell said word by word: "I am from the bones of yesterday.

"I have died and risen today...I have come to seek justice from you."

"…I see."

Kamalthe murmured.

There was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

But he looked at Russell with a little pity: "But what can you do?"

As soon as the words fell, Russell suddenly felt that he had been hit hard.

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

Through the glasses, the icy eyes glanced at Russell's body, which was severely injured and bruised all over in an instant: "Is it to this extent.

"Fair? I am fair."

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

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

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

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

But in the next moment, most of the wounds on Russell's body were healed within a breath—a radiance that belonged to the power of the Holy Order bloomed from his body.

That made Kamalther frowned suddenly.

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

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

Kamalthe's expression suddenly became gloomy.

He stood in front of Russell in an instant, and the camera had been broken.

He'd checked, and it was indeed a working camera.

And it does have the angel's emblem on it... This is the old antique video camera that the angel brought.

It is connected to the Internet, so I don't know where the sent pictures are.

A spy from the church...

If you send it back directly, it will not solve this problem.

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

—The church knows what elves fear most.

Then lie to him.

"It's exactly like your father... I knew there would be such a day."

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

He just took off his glasses indifferently, looking down at Russell with cold iridescent eyes: "Listen well, I'll give you a chance to start over.

"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 an executive position. If you don't believe me, I can sign a contract with you...how?"

Russell heard this and fell into deep thought.

"You really...won't kill me?"

"I can swear it."

Kamalthe said with certainty: "You used to follow Sally Ruth, right? Then you should know that elves are not allowed to lie in an oath."

"Then you swear first."

Russell frowned, and said slowly with a serious face.

Kamalthe breathed a sigh of relief.

He clearly saw the desire to survive on Russell's face.

It's not really dead, but I was forced to this point...

Another "possibility" of me, what did I do?

"I, Kamaltha the Marriage of Opposites. By the Forerunner, Caretaker, and Protector of Mankind..."

Kamalthe raised her hand and said so solemnly.

But he was only halfway through when he suddenly split into two.

Not horizontally... but vertically.

His body, together with the chip, suddenly broke from the middle—

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

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

This third knife did not have any accidents.

As long as the special conditions are fulfilled, he can be far apart...killed with a single blow.

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

Because of the death of one of the targets, the enchantment of the caged bird suddenly disintegrated.

At this time, just over a minute had passed.

And at this time, it is still...

August 1, 00:00.

"—we did it, Barber!"

Bad Ri pushed the door open and walked in, breathing a sigh of relief.

"I watched you being beaten violently, almost frightened to death..."

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

It was plugged into an instrument like a charger plug, imitating the signal that the host was still alive but seriously injured.

They relied on this to lure Kamalthe over.

"...Honestly, I'd probably be happier if you killed him a few seconds later, or a few seconds sooner."

Russell frowned.

Guo Xia just joked that "knowing a lot makes her hands tied"... He also encountered the same situation here.

Clearly eradicated a great enemy and completed the revenge of many people.

But Russell was not as excited as expected.

Instead, more doubts arose in his heart.

He knew his father?

Why can't the elves break their oath?

—And, what did he just call himself?

"What's wrong?"

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

"...No. Wait until I confirm later."

Russell shook his head cautiously.

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

Bad Ri gave an order, and at the same time threw a metal badge on the ground, and asked: "Is there no bloodshed? Has the monitoring been destroyed?"

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

There are his fingerprints on it, which can prove that this thing was left behind by a bad day.

"I've been healed before."

Russell slowly stood up from the ground: "Of course ~www.wuxiahere.com~ there may be some fallen hair or skin fragments. Then I can't help it."

"It's easy..."

Bad Day said casually, and took out a concentrated incendiary bottle from his arms.

He poured all the liquid on Kamalthe's body, and triggered it with the lighter he got from the canteen.

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

The fire in the room became more and more violent, and finally attracted the drone outside the window.

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

Only the charred chips lay quietly among the ruins.

It seemed to be announcing that the dead skeleton had completed its revenge yesterday.