柔术美女全婐体一丝不一挂

Chapter 487:

His so-called "home" was actually a safe house filled with food, medicine, and weapons.

Without internet connection, there was a rare physical door lock.

Within the range of levels 50 to 150 in the Ring City, almost on every level, Old Mike had prepared a safe house in advance that would be enough to hide for several months.

Setting up all of this cost a lot of money, but undoubtedly, it was worth it. For modern assassins, having ample preparations beforehand can increase your chances of survival by several hundred percent.

The old man sat in the chair, looking somewhat weary and lost in thought.

It was as if the person who had earlier playfully interrogated and mercilessly killed enemies was no longer the same being.

"Doggie poo, it’s all doggie poo!"

For some reason, Old Mike suddenly became very angry. He wildly started throwing everything he had on hand, hopping and yelling furiously.

He had already made up his mind that he would definitely get rid of anyone who posed a threat to his granddaughter!

But when they dug this far, they realized that Siskin, the underground organization, was just a mere prop.

The true mastermind behind the scenes turned out to be the Rock Morgan group.

"No, it’s not so much an accident," Jenny said, looking around. "Half of the big conspiracies in this city are connected to Rock Morgan, and the other half are related to his adversaries. That’s just how it is, you know? Hehe."

Old Mike muttered to himself and closed his eyes.

However, even if one’s enemy is Rock Morgan, having the mighty "Babel Tower" behind oneself doesn’t necessarily mean being unable to compete with Rock Morgan.

After all, they were even able to defeat the Almighty of Noy Military…

He clenched his fist tightly.

"But it’s different this time, now it involves Rainbows, and the nature has completely changed."

God.

Regardless of how, they and mortals are different beings.

The transcendents proclaim themselves extraordinary, believing that they are different from mortals. There are three major watershed moments in World.

But in the eyes of the divine beings, the transcendents are just another kind of mortals. In reality, there are only two different species levels in World.

The history of the Rock Morgan group spans only a few hundred years. Before its existence, there were other forces present. Prior to those forces, there were other powers and rulers that reigned over this land.

However, no matter how the city-states, forces, or countries may change over time.

The "Rainbows" high up in the sky have never changed because of the struggles of mortals.

The only known fallen deity is the "Heart of Radiance," because it saved World from the Outer God’s grasp and had previously intervened multiple times to save World, but at a great cost.

The gods only fall because of stronger gods, never because of mortals!

Crimson Sovereign!

That spirit ascended as a god with the concept of "war"!

They say she never gets angry, and emotions never show on her face. But every time she appears, an endless tide of crimson rushes into the sky, engulfing everything in its path.

In Noah’s history, there was only one recorded instance of the Crimson Sovereign taking action.

Legend has it that she unleashed a crimson torrent that swallowed everything around her, intending to drown the entire world in the frenzy and madness of war. If it weren’t for the joint efforts of the Savior of Dark Light and the Heart of Radiance to restrain her ferocity, Noah would have surely been mercilessly ravaged by this cruel and ruthless deity, leaving no living beings behind.

The Apocalypses’ battles would easily destroy a city, but as long as the deities were given enough time, they could erase any trace of life from an entire world.

Old Mike sighed helplessly, knowing that he could only go this far.

The various things that happened afterwards were beyond his control and scrutiny.

"I’m old now."

He closed his eyes, and his mouth twitched slightly as he let out a bitter smile.

Actually, he had lost his determination a long time ago.

Otherwise, why would he insist on not getting involved?

Although he appeared extremely irritable, deep within, he couldn’t suppress his inner vulnerability. He felt himself growing old and weary, burdened by various concerns for his family.

As a killer, he was no longer qualified.

"The Final Gun, are you there?"

In his mind, suddenly a voice whispered, "Cybertyrant."

Old Mike was taken aback for a moment, but then he realized that Cybertyrant could control his neural implant, allowing them to communicate at any time.

Even, as long as she wished, she could have complete control over everything… regardless of combat prowess.

Throughout battles, "compatibility" has always been a crucial factor. And the most formidable compatibility is none other than between Cybertyrant and the cyber-enhanced beings…

No matter how powerful the opponent may be, as long as her neural implant can connect to the network, they are nothing more than possessions within her grasp.

"I’m here, what’s the matter?" Old Mike replied.

"I also know all of that information."

The voice of Cybertyrant continued to echo in Old Mike’s mind, a neutral electronic sound that could neither express joy nor reveal any trace of anger.

"I think, we must make Rock Morgan pay the price."

Old Mike replied to himself, "It sounds like you are angrier and more furious than me. Do you happen to know the person who was hurt in that incident?"

Maybe she is one of the victims.

The old man was always very sharp.

He remembered once again the things that Maryse had just shown him through her psychic powers.

Turns out, for the past few decades, the Rock Morgan group has been conducting numerous experiments on drugs, not only on animals but even directly on humans.

Some of the subjects were debtors and their relatives, while others were people who volunteered for the experiments.

In fact, this was legal in the three major cities of the Night Union.

What they did that was not lawful was… The Rock Morgan group, in order to quickly gather data, secretly conducted observations by heavily distributing specific drugs among ordinary residents.

Many people underwent mutations. Some grew extra limbs, while others completely lost their hands and feet. Some even became fools or fell into uncontrollable madness.

Or, they simply died because of the medication.

The entire Ring City had already transformed into a massive playground of experiments.

"Are you going to deal with Rock Morgan? They are not easy to deal with, after all, the people behind them are…"

Old Mike hadn’t finished speaking when the Cybertyrant interrupted him.

"No, what I want to solve is more than just Rock Morgan."

"There were also gods."

—

Inside the Giant Hive, Amy sat in a futuristic office. She wasn’t in a wheelchair, but rather her body with no limbs was placed in a specially designed pod. Tubes were connected behind her smooth neck.

During this time, the Giant Hive had been taken over by the Omnics. Amy, in order to effectively manage both the Omnics and the city, constantly placed her physical body into a cybernetic chamber, maximizing her own and the Omnics’ computational power.

All the actions of The Final Gun were right under her watchful eyes.

When Maryse spoke about those things, Amy immediately understood the cause and effect.

Turns out, losing limbs, experiencing physical weakness, and organ failure were all due to the experiments conducted by Rock Morgan. It was never about medical research as stated in the contract.

These experiment records, unbelievably, were not recorded in Rock Morgan’s database.

Why had they never been able to find any relevant information?

Amy felt incredibly puzzled.

She also came to know what this experiment, which had lasted for over a decade and caused numerous negative consequences, was actually for.

Rock Morgan was nothing more than a spokesperson.

All of this was the result of a deep red determination!

For the sake of the divine!