《Once More Technology》 Chapter 1: Coffee and Chaos Alexander Voss sat on his worn-out couch, a book resting in his hands, its pages soaked in the fictional exploits of a detective far smarter than his environment deserved. The quiet hum of his small apartment was punctuated only by the soft thud of his foot tapping idly on the floor. He sighed, closing the book with a soft snap. "I need coffee," he muttered, standing up. Ordinary people might trudge to their kitchen or, for the less fortunate, brave the outdoors to find caffeine. But Alexander was no ordinary person. He wasAlexander Voss, wielder of limitless technological power, capable of bending the digital and material worlds to his whims. With a flick of his fingers, a holographic menu appeared mid-air, the options shimmering in crimson light. He scrolled through an invisible database of every coffee brand on Earth, then plucked his choice¡ªa high-end, overpriced imported blend that promised "notes of caramel and existential dread." The corner of his mouth twitched as he focused on the image of the coffee canister. A softwhirrfilled the air, and with a faint flash, the canister materialized in his hand. He turned it over, admiring his handiwork. "Perfect. And no lines." Alexander was about to make his way back to the apartment when he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye.Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. A man approached¡ªor rather, something resembling a man. Half his face gleamed with metallic implants, his left arm a series of pistons and wires, and his gait was a calculated swagger, marred only slightly by the clunk of mismatched metal boots. The cyborg stopped a few feet away, his one organic eye narrowing as he spoke in a voice laden with static. "You''ve got a lot of nerve flaunting power like that in public." Alexander tilted his head, holding up the coffee canister. "This?" "You know what I mean," the cyborg sneered. "Guys like you think you''re untouchable. But some of us," he tapped his chest, metal clinking ominously, "aren''t afraid to¡ª" "Uh-huh," Alexander interrupted, inspecting his pen as if it were the most fascinating object in the world. "Do you have a point, or are you just malfunctioning in my general direction?" The cyborg clenched his fists, his mechanical joints grinding audibly. "You''re dead, smart guy." Alexander gave a small sigh. "This is what I get for leaving the apartment." He raised his pen¡ªa sleek, black stylus with a glowing red tip¡ªand lightly tapped the cyborg on the chest. For a moment, nothing happened. The cyborg smirked, about to taunt him again, when a softbeepemanated from the spot where the pen touched. BOOM! The cyborg exploded in a shower of sparks and gears, leaving behind a faint smell of burnt circuits and overcooked ham. Alexander stood there, unbothered, brushing a speck of soot off his sleeve. He turned back toward his apartment, muttering to himself. "All this drama over coffee. Next time, I''m just ordering tea." Chapter 1.1: CyberDivine Alexander returned to his apartment, the coffee canister snugly tucked under one arm. The door shut behind him with a satisfying click, muffling the distant sound of a fire alarm¡ªundoubtedly from whatever was left of the cyborg outside. He poured himself a steaming cup of coffee, its rich aroma filling the room as he collapsed back onto his couch, book momentarily abandoned. Balancing the cup in one hand, he flicked his other wrist, summoning his Univisor¡ªa translucent, floating interface that shimmered to life before his eyes. As he sipped his coffee, he casually navigated through a sprawling inventory of items, technologies, and inventions he had conjured into existence. Most of them were absurdly overpowered or just absurd. His fingers danced across the screen, stopping on an entry labeled "AI-Powered Self-Learning Airplane¡ªFREE DELIVERY". He smirked and adjusted the price to $5. "Why not? It''s not like I need the money," he muttered. With his limitless technological abilities, wealth was meaningless. If he wanted diamonds, he''d grow them in his sink. Gold? He could turn his trash into ingots for sport. Seconds later, the listing sold. A notification chimed: "Your buyer will arrive shortly!" Alexander sipped his coffee, unbothered. He had barely taken a second sip when a knock echoed through the apartment. "Fast delivery," he muttered, standing up and opening the door. On the threshold stood a figure of blinding majesty. Wings made of radiant, translucent circuitry unfurled from the figure''s back, emitting a soft, angelic hum. Its body was sleek, metallic, and impossibly intricate, with glowing veins of white light coursing through every limb. The being''s eyes burned with an otherworldly brilliance, and a halo of spinning, golden gears floated above its head.If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement. "I have come," the CiberAngel intoned in a voice that resonated with divine authority and the faint buzz of a high-powered server. Alexander leaned casually against the doorframe. "You''re here for the plane?" "The transaction was but a pretense," the CiberAngel said, stepping into the room without invitation. Its mechanical wings folded with a soft whir. "You, Alexander Voss, are a danger to existence itself. Your unholy melding of technology and omnipotence¡ª" "Unholy? That''s rich coming from a cybernetic angel," Alexander quipped, taking another sip of his coffee. The CiberAngel''s glowing eyes narrowed. "Your hubris ends here." Alexander sighed and placed his coffee on the counter. "It''s always something." Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a simple wooden toothpick. "Let''s make this quick. I''m not missing my second cup over you." The CiberAngel lunged, wings outstretched in a dazzling display of light and fury. Alexander barely moved. With a flick of his wrist, he jabbed the toothpick into the angel''s side. A soft ping echoed, followed by a moment of silence. The CiberAngel looked down, confused. Then Alexander struck again. And again. Each touch of the toothpick sent ripples of distortion through the angelic figure. By the fifth poke, the being was visibly glitching, its form fracturing into shards of light and sparks. One final tap, and the CiberAngel exploded in a shower of metallic feathers and glowing, viscous blood that splattered across the apartment walls. Alexander stood amidst the carnage, letting out a long, exasperated sigh. "What is it with everyone exploding today?" Grabbing a towel, he began wiping down his walls and furniture, grumbling under his breath. "Angelic blood. Great. That''s never coming out of the carpet." Once the mess was dealt with, he sat back down, picked up his coffee, and stared at the Univisor. "Maybe I should list something else. Like a toaster that doesn''t explode. For once." He took another sip, leaned back, and resumed reading, as if nothing unusual had happened. Chapter 1.2: Inteligent Idiot After scrubbing the last stubborn streak of angelic blood from the floor, Alexander activated his personal AI companion, RedHeck. The holographic entity materialized in mid-air, its crimson lines tracing the form of a sleek humanoid figure with shifting geometric patterns across its surface. "RedHeck," Alexander began, adjusting his Univisor, "trace the origin of that CyberAngel. I want to know where it came from." The AI''s voice was smooth and efficient, with just a hint of synthetic humor. "Analyzing now, boss. Give me a second." RedHeck''s figure flickered, processing data. After a moment, it spoke. "Found it. Source points to a secret lab hidden in the basement of a residential house. Sending you the coordinates now." A map flashed onto Alexander''s visor, pinpointing a location. He nodded, making a mental note of the address. "Thanks, RedHeck." With a quick gesture, he minimized the AI back into his visor. Alexander set out on foot, keeping a casual pace toward the target. The streets hummed with neon lights, the occasional hover car buzzing by overhead. Midway to his destination, he spotted a CyberPolice checkpoint. The officers were clustered around the remnants of the cyborgman he had obliterated earlier, their synthetic visors scanning for evidence. One officer gestured animatedly, likely speculating on what could have caused such carnage. Alexander suppressed a laugh, shaking his head. "Idiots." Not wanting to waste time answering their "very serious questions," he activated his camouflage system. His form shimmered briefly before blending seamlessly into the surroundings.This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon. Invisible to the CyberPolice, Alexander strolled through their perimeter, dodging a pair of officers inspecting a burnt metallic hand. "This kind of destruction... who could even¡ª" "Focus! Sweep the area for more clues," barked another officer. Alexander stifled a chuckle and moved past them, careful not to disturb the scene. Once he was clear of the checkpoint, he deactivated the camouflage and continued toward his target. The neighborhood grew quieter and more desolate as he approached. It was a rundown, eerily silent area, its cracked sidewalks and boarded-up windows telling a story of neglect. "Lower-class," Alexander muttered, observing the grim atmosphere. "Probably riddled with drugs and crime. Perfect place for a secret lab." He arrived at the house¡ªa nondescript, slightly dilapidated structure that exuded an air of intentional normalcy. Too normal, Alexander thought. Suspiciously normal. With a faint shimmer, he activated his intangibility module and phased through the door, entering the house without so much as a sound. Inside, darkness enveloped the space. The air smelled faintly of machine oil and something metallic. RedHeck''s voice chimed softly through his visor. "Scans show one person upstairs. Appears to be asleep. Energy readings in the basement match advanced tech signatures." Alexander crept through the house, his eyes adjusting to the dimness. Scattered across the living room were various pieces of tech¡ªhalf-assembled gadgets, circuit boards, and tools. He examined them briefly, noting the skill of their craftsmanship. "Not bad," he muttered, setting down a finely tuned servo motor. Satisfied with his initial exploration, Alexander moved to the kitchen and crouched in the shadows, waiting for the sleeping occupant to wake. Patience wasn''t his strongest virtue, but for now, he was willing to bide his time. "Let''s see who''s behind all this," he whispered to himself, a smirk tugging at his lips. Chapter 1.3: The Start of The Devil After twenty tense minutes of silence, the door to the kitchen creaked open. A woman stepped into the room, her footsteps quiet but purposeful. Alexander¡¯s eyes flickered up from where he crouched in the shadows. Without a second thought, he moved with the precision of a predator, his katana in hand, and pressed it to her throat. "Who are you?" he demanded, his voice low but cutting through the stillness. "What are you doing here? And why the hell did you send that Cyber Archangel to my apartment?" The woman froze, her breath shallow for a moment before she answered. Her voice was calm, controlled. "My name¡¯s Monica," she said, meeting his gaze without flinching. "And I didn¡¯t send anyone to your apartment. You must have the wrong idea." Alexander¡¯s grip on the katana loosened slightly, his mind racing. Wrong idea? His focus wavered, confusion flickering behind his eyes. Monica saw the hesitation and seized the moment. "I only did this because I needed money for my own stuff," she added, her voice hardening as she explained, eyes narrowing with a mixture of defiance and desperation. Alexander''s frown deepened, and he pulled the katana back slightly. Money for her personal stuff? He didn''t like this¡ªsomething didn¡¯t add up, but before he could ask further, Monica made her move. In a flash, she drew an energy knife from her side and lunged at him. The blade crackled with a dangerous hum as it sliced through the air. But Alexander didn¡¯t even blink. The knife, meant to cut through metal and muscle alike, hit nothing but air as he sidestepped with inhuman speed. Monica''s eyes widened in surprise, but she didn''t back down. Instead, her body shifted, a hiss of energy emanating from her as a high-tech armor formed around her frame, tightening into place. With a primal yell, she launched herself at him, fists glowing with gamma and fusion energy. Alexander¡¯s smirk grew as he watched her approach. Gamma punches? Fusion punches? Cute. She struck him with incredible force, each blow shaking the ground, but Alexander didn¡¯t even budge. With a lazy flick of his wrist, he deflected her final punch, sending her careening back through the kitchen, smashing through the walls of the house. "Really?" Alexander murmured under his breath, stepping over the rubble. "This is what we''re doing?" But Monica wasn¡¯t finished. She came charging through the remains of the wall, launching herself at him again with a powerful thrust of energy. Alexander barely had time to react as she hit him with a gamma fusion punch that sent him flying through the air, crashing through the outer walls of the house. The force of the blow sent him soaring into the sky, leaving a wake of destruction in his path.Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. Monica followed, her jet thrusters firing as she rocketed after him, her energy blade drawn for the final strike. She was closing in fast, her body becoming a blur of glowing armor and lethal intent. But then, just as she was about to strike, she saw nothing. Alexander had vanished from her sight. Her scanners whirred to life, searching desperately for his heat signature, but there was nothing. She twisted in mid-air, scanning every direction, confusion clouding her expression. "Where the hell did he¡ª" she began, before she felt a sudden presence behind her. "Contained Tecno Plasma," came Alexander¡¯s voice, sharp and amused. Before Monica could react, he released a small burst of plasma particles, each one traveling faster than the speed of sound. The concentrated burst hit Monica square in the back, sending her hurtling toward the ground at breakneck speed. She slammed into the earth, the impact forming a crater deep enough to swallow what was left of her house. Dust and debris filled the air as Monica lay in the center of the destruction, her armor smoking and cracked. Alexander landed gracefully beside her, stepping over the edge of the crater. Monica lay on the ground, dazed but still alive, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to move. For a moment, silence stretched between them. Monica braced herself, knowing what was coming next. She¡¯d seen this before¡ªCEOs always finished what they started. But Alexander didn¡¯t do what she expected. Instead, he extended a hand toward her. "How would you like a job?" he asked, his voice casual as though offering her an opportunity at a coffee shop rather than the chance to survive. Monica stared up at him, disoriented, her mind racing. Was this some kind of trick? A cruel joke? Why was he offering her this? But she knew better. If she refused, he would kill her. That was how CEOs worked. She¡¯d seen it firsthand in her years as a secretary. With a weary sigh, she took his hand, letting him help her to her feet. "Fine," she said, her voice laced with resignation. "I¡¯ll work for you. But let me be clear about one thing¡ªI¡¯m not your slave." Alexander nodded, unfazed by her tone. "Clearly. In my company, we respect individualism. Alexander Voss. A pleasure to have you on my team." Monica¡¯s eyes flickered toward the crater where her house once stood. The reality of her situation hit her hard. She had nothing left. No home, no personal life, no way to go back to the way things were. "Yeah, whatever," she muttered. "Let¡¯s go to your ¡®corporation.¡¯ Clearly, I don¡¯t have a house anymore." Alexander gave a small shrug, indifferent to her frustration. "Let¡¯s go." As he started walking away, Monica¡¯s frustration boiled over. She had just lost everything, and yet here she was, being dragged into this strange man¡¯s world. She wasn¡¯t about to let him get away with thinking she¡¯d just follow him like a mindless pawn. "You should wait for me!" she yelled, hurrying to catch up with him. "I¡¯m not your servant, remember?" Alexander barely glanced over his shoulder, smirking. "I never said you were."
Monica narrowed her eyes, quickening her pace to keep up with him. Despite her frustration, she couldn¡¯t shake the nagging curiosity about this man and the cryptic world he seemed to inhabit. As they walked through the dimly lit streets, their conversation turned into a battle of wits. Monica challenged his arrogance at every turn, while Alexander deflected her jabs with effortless charm. Their banter echoed in the silence, a clash of personalities that hinted at something deeper. By the time they reached their destination, Monica realized, almost begrudgingly, that her anger had given way to intrigue. She still didn¡¯t trust him¡ªbut she wasn¡¯t going to let him walk away without answers, either..... Chapter 1.4: Nice Hamburgers!! The Arrival As Monica approached Alexander¡¯s apartment complex, her confusion was evident. The building looked entirely ordinary¡ªdrab, unassuming, and indistinguishable from the rest of the neighborhood. "What the hell is this?" she asked, gesturing at the uninspired structure. Alexander, ever composed, gave her a knowing smirk. "You weren¡¯t exactly living in a castle, Ms. Monica." Monica rolled her eyes, annoyed by his sarcasm. She knew he wasn¡¯t wrong¡ªher house had been a rundown mess¡ªbut this? A CEO living here? It didn¡¯t sit right with her. After a brief silence, she sighed. "Fine. Show me your apartment. But let¡¯s be clear¡ªI¡¯m only working for you. Nothing else." Her voice was firm, though doubt crept into her tone as she tried to make sense of her new reality. Inside the Apartment Alexander led Monica into the complex and through a secret elevator he had personally modified. It hummed softly as it descended, eventually stopping at what Monica assumed was a private floor. When the elevator doors opened, her jaw dropped. The room was nothing like the dreary exterior of the building. Alexander¡¯s apartment was a marvel of cutting-edge technology and innovation. The space was filled with sleek armors, advanced weaponry, energy shields, and vehicles that looked like they belonged in a sci-fi movie. Prototypes of unimaginable devices were scattered on holographic desks, with tools floating in the air as if guided by invisible hands. ¡°What the hell is this?¡± Monica muttered, walking slowly into the room. Alexander smirked but didn¡¯t answer. He let her wander, watching as she inspected the holographic chairs, pens, and even fully functional holographic monitors that seemed more solid than light should allow. ¡°How¡­¡± she started, running her fingers across a holographic surface. ¡°How the hell do you make light solid?¡± Alexander shrugged as if the answer was too obvious to explain. Monica¡¯s frustration grew. What kind of CEO is this guy? He lived in a cheap apartment building but owned technology that could rewrite the laws of physics. Her musings were interrupted by a sudden knock at the door. The Cybercops Alexander frowned and glanced at Monica. ¡°Cybercops,¡± he said, his tone calm but laced with annoyance. ¡°Probably about that Cyber Archangel I killed.¡±Support the creativity of authors by visiting the original site for this novel and more. Monica¡¯s stomach tightened. She was no stranger to police interrogations, but this was different. Without hesitation, Alexander activated an illusionary device embedded in the room. The advanced lab vanished, replaced by the appearance of a regular, minimalist apartment. He gestured for Monica to open the door. She hesitated, then sighed and obeyed. Two cybercops stepped inside, their augmented eyes scanning the room. They were imposing, clad in advanced body armor and carrying plasma rifles at their sides. One of them spoke. ¡°We¡¯re here investigating the death of Saul,¡± the officer said, his voice mechanical. ¡°A Cyberman found torn apart near the city outskirts. Do you know anything about it?¡± Alexander stepped forward, exuding calm. ¡°Saul, you say? No, I haven¡¯t heard of him,¡± he replied smoothly, even as he discreetly accessed his visor. While answering the officers¡¯ questions, Alexander¡¯s visor sifted through encrypted police files, quickly pulling up Saul¡¯s profile. The man wasn¡¯t just a Cyberman¡ªhe was a member of the Double Golden Dragons, a powerful crime syndicate notorious for combining the ruthlessness of the mafia with the discipline of the yakuza. ¡°Interesting,¡± Alexander muttered under his breath. Monica, however, wasn¡¯t as composed. The cybercops¡¯ scrutiny made her visibly uncomfortable. One of the officers turned to her, his augmented eyes narrowing. ¡°You seem nervous,¡± he said, stepping closer. ¡°Do you have something to hide?¡± Before Alexander could intervene, Monica snapped. With a sudden movement, she summoned her gamma sword and impaled the officer through his chest. The second officer reached for his weapon, but Alexander acted faster. He disabled the cybercop¡¯s body with a targeted EMP blast from his visor, rendering him immobile. Then, with calculated precision, he drew his techno-pistol and shot the cop in the head, ending him instantly. The room fell silent. The Hamburgers Alexander and Monica stood over the bodies, the weight of what they had just done sinking in. ¡°We can¡¯t leave them here,¡± Monica said finally, her voice steady despite the chaos. ¡°I have a plan,¡± Alexander replied. Using advanced cloning technology, he created two lifelike copies of the officers. The replicas, complete with identical uniforms and augmented features, walked out of the apartment, entered the police vehicle, and drove off, ensuring no reinforcements would be called. With the clones gone, Alexander turned his attention to the original bodies. A spark of amusement danced in his eyes. ¡°What are you planning now?¡± Monica asked warily. ¡°Hamburgers,¡± he replied simply. ¡°Excuse me?¡± Ignoring her disbelief, Alexander used his molecular converter to break down the cybercops¡¯ bodies and reassemble the matter into perfectly formed hamburgers. The smell of sizzling meat filled the room. ¡°You¡¯re insane,¡± Monica said, watching as he handed her one of the burgers. ¡°Try it,¡± Alexander urged. Hesitant, Monica took a bite. Her eyes widened. ¡°This¡­ this tastes amazing!¡± she exclaimed. ¡°Of course,¡± Alexander said, taking a bite of his own. ¡°I only make the best.¡± As they ate, Alexander deactivated the illusion, revealing his lab once more. Monica shook her head, torn between admiration and exasperation. ¡°You¡¯re completely crazy,¡± she muttered. Alexander smirked. ¡°Welcome to the team.¡± Chapter 1.5: Angel Rebirth

The Golden Dragon Connection

As Monica continued to eat her hamburger, savoring the oddly satisfying taste, Alexander¡¯s mind was elsewhere. The data he had gleaned from the cybercop interrogation lingered. The Double Golden Dragons didn¡¯t just send someone like Saul for fun. This wasn¡¯t a random hit¡ªit was a message. ¡°You know,¡± Alexander began, breaking the silence, ¡°this isn¡¯t some coincidence. The Dragons sent Saul to either kill me or blackmail me. They wouldn¡¯t waste someone like him otherwise.¡± Monica raised an eyebrow, pausing mid-bite. ¡°But why? You don¡¯t even have a company anymore. What message could they want to send you?¡± Alexander smirked. ¡°That¡¯s what we¡¯re going to find out. But first¡­¡± He gestured at her damaged suit. ¡°You¡¯re not going anywhere with that thing falling apart. Unless you¡¯re planning to take on a whole Yakuza-mafia hybrid without armor?¡±

A Broken Technology

Monica glanced down at her suit. The once-imposing armor was a shadow of itself¡ªcracked plates, exposed circuits, and faintly flickering power lines that gave it the appearance of a dying machine. She sighed, running her fingers over the broken plating. ¡°I can¡¯t face them like this,¡± she admitted reluctantly. Her gaze dropped to the floor, where a single golden blood droplet shimmered faintly. It must have come from her Cyber Angel, destroyed by Alexander in their earlier clash. The thought sent a pang of frustration through her. The Cyber Angel had been her most powerful creation, and Alexander had dispatched it¡ªand her¡ªwith humiliating ease. ¡°Is there¡­ any way to repair it?¡± she asked hesitantly. ¡°The Angel, I mean. It¡¯s too valuable to leave broken.¡± Alexander¡¯s eyes lit up, the faintest trace of a smile tugging at his lips. ¡°Of course,¡± he said casually. ¡°Bring me the blood.¡±

The Cyber Angel Returns

With a simple wave of his hand, Alexander made the golden droplet float into a small metallic cube resting on his desk. Monica watched, dumbfounded, as the cube sprang to life. Its sides unfolded like petals, revealing a complex array of glowing mechanisms. The room filled with a soft hum as red light pulsed rhythmically, accompanied by a sound akin to celestial chimes. Before Monica could process what was happening, the Cyber Angel materialized in the center of the room. Its wings unfurled with a flash of golden light, its rings spinning in a dazzling display of energy. The Angel hovered, its multiple glowing eyes blinking in confusion.Unauthorized duplication: this tale has been taken without consent. Report sightings. Monica stared, slack-jawed. ¡°What¡­ how is this even possible?¡± ¡°Physics, mostly,¡± Alexander said with a shrug, clearly enjoying her bewilderment. Ignoring him, Monica grabbed the cube and began inspecting it. She shook it, tapped it, and even used a diagnostic tool from her suit, but nothing made sense. ¡°How does this cube have power?¡± she muttered, half to herself. ¡°How can something so small produce something so massive? How does it have all the data?¡± Alexander smirked, folding his arms. ¡°Trade secret.¡±

Angelic Explanations

The Cyber Angel, now fully reformed, shifted its attention to Monica. Its eyes locked on her damaged suit, and its rings spun faster as its confusion grew. ¡°What are you doing here?¡± the Angel asked, its voice a blend of mechanical precision and divine resonance. ¡°Why is your armor damaged? Did you lose the fight? And¡­¡± Its rings spun even faster. ¡°Why are you in the target¡¯s lair?¡± Monica sighed heavily, feeling the weight of her failures. ¡°Yes, I lost,¡± she admitted. ¡°He beat me. Completely overwhelmed me. I didn¡¯t have a choice¡ªI had to join him.¡± The Angel froze mid-hover, its rings halting for a brief moment. ¡°You lost? How strong is this Alexander Voss?¡± ¡°Strong enough,¡± Monica muttered, glancing at Alexander. ¡°My suit was built to handle Atom Guards and Nano Guards. He tore through it like paper.¡± The Angel¡¯s rings spun rapidly for a moment, a clear sign of its processing. It finally let out a soft hum, as if sighing, and refocused its many eyes on Monica. ¡°So¡­ does that mean Alexander Voss is no longer a target?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right,¡± Monica replied, her tone sharp. ¡°I only ordered the hit because he was taking all my clients. I thought he¡¯d be an easy kill.¡± She sighed again, the frustration evident in her voice. ¡°I underestimated him. Badly.¡± The Angel turned to Alexander, its eyes narrowing. ¡°You may have earned my respect,¡± it said, its voice steady. ¡°But I am no one¡¯s tool. I will not be an object or a servant for anyone.¡± Alexander nodded, completely unfazed. ¡°Good. I prefer competent allies to mindless drones.¡±

Another Technological Puzzle

Alexander gestured toward his holographic workbench. ¡°Monica, you should repair your armor before it falls apart completely. Use the table. Meanwhile, I¡¯ll catch our angelic friend up on the Double Golden Dragons situation.¡± Monica nodded, though she hesitated as she approached the workbench. The technology was unlike anything she had ever seen¡ªsolid light interfaces, tools that seemed to materialize out of thin air, and a constant stream of data flowing across the holograms. ¡°What the hell¡­¡± she muttered as she hesitantly touched the surface. Behind her, Alexander leaned back in his chair, addressing the Angel. ¡°The Double Golden Dragons are a mix of old-school Yakuza and modern cyber-mafia. They¡¯ve got their claws in every industry worth controlling, from biotech to entertainment. Saul was one of their enforcers.¡± The Angel, now calmer, nodded slowly. ¡°And they sent him after you because¡­?¡± Alexander smirked. ¡°Because I¡¯m too good at what I do.¡± Monica rolled her eyes but couldn¡¯t suppress a small smile. Even she had to admit, as infuriating as Alexander could be, his arrogance was well-earned. As she began working on her suit, Monica muttered under her breath, ¡°One day, I¡¯m going to figure out how this insane technology works.¡± ¡°Good luck with that,¡± Alexander said without turning around, his voice dripping with amusement....... Character 1.6: A Holographic Understanding Monica sat hunched over the glowing holographic table, her brows furrowed in deep concentration. The intricate symbols and shifting patterns danced in the air before her, layers of incomprehensible technology she''d never encountered before. Her fingers hesitated, hovering over the holographic interface as she muttered under her breath. ¡°Okay, Monica. Just patterns. Simple, glowing patterns. You¡¯ve got this...¡± Slowly, she started to recognize recurring shapes¡ªresembling energy conduits or system relays¡ªembedded in the projections. Touching one caused a soft hum, and another interface layer appeared, cascading like digital waterfalls. Though progress was slow, she felt the faint sparks of understanding flicker in her mind. ¡°Alright, this... this might link to the armor¡¯s core.¡± Her voice was laced with cautious optimism. She brushed a lock of hair from her face and continued her meticulous work, guiding the connection process to bind her armor¡¯s systems back to the holographic table. Meanwhile, across the room, Alexander Voss leaned back against the sleek wall, his visor alive with scrolling data streams. The shimmering blue holographic screen in front of him displayed an analysis of the enigmatic Double Golden Dragon figures¡ªmysterious entities tied to their recent encounters. At least, that¡¯s what it looked like. In truth, Voss¡¯s mind was far from the task at hand. Beneath the surface, he was engaged in a different operation altogether. Psychic pulses of encrypted Techno-Mental Communication thrummed in his consciousness, linking him to a covert contact. ???: Voss, you can heard me?? Alexander: I heard you clearly and loudly, There was a few attempt to stop it but the plan continues. ???: Soo her said made the attack for clients??? Alexander: Precisely. But no one will believe it, I not Believe it, this bitch thinks she¡¯s playing chess at the master level. Foolish. You can¡¯t outmaneuver the creator of the board itself. ???:Hah, So this Bitch have be useful? Or is she expendable like the others? Alexander: She looks going to outliving her predecessors, She seems to be a good Slut at least. Durable, resourceful perhaps can rape her in the next days like "The meat taste good in their weakness" hahahahaha A pause lingered in the psychic link, static buzzing faintly in Voss¡¯s mind before the voice chuckled darkly ???: Hahaha, Good one Voss I guess she think she is being her persona, being independent but she clearly not know what will happens to her Alexander: Clearly!!! Meat only comes to be slaves and she looks like a good cock sucker ???: If that the case I have few missions that she can help before she suck you RED pole Voss!!!Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon. Alexander: That is good to heard, Send the missions to my data, I going to make her go to this let see she is durable.... ???: Seeding....Envoy Alexander: Good, I talk you later when I have the results of this missions ???: Understood, Cambio y Fuera *Communication ended* The faint sound of data encryption thrummed in Voss¡¯s mind, signifying the end of the conversation. The stream of data before his eyes shifted slightly as the incoming instructions were automatically embedded in his systems. ¡°Let¡¯s see how far she can go,¡± Voss murmured to himself with a smirk. Alexander then looks at Monica seeing she advanced a lot in her suit reparation, Then he looks to the Angel saying he will need to have humanoid form to not wake up Suspicions in a few new objetives that he can find to them to steal for upgrades. The Angel Answer that his name was Mefiel but sadly he not have technology understanding to change his form to humanoid one, he was artificially created so he not have any divine knowledge outside the classical words unholy or demon that Monica teached him, so he will need to wait until Monica ended to repair her suit to transform him in a humanoid form. Alexander nods, making look like he not know this (when in reality, he know more about them that anyone else) Back at the holographic table, Monica¡¯s hands moved faster, her confidence growing as she pieced together the armor¡¯s digital blueprint. Lines of data converged, syncing her modifications with the suit¡¯s mainframe. And after 1 hour the pulse of light confirmed the connection, Her the systems are again operational... Alexander seeing that Monica ended to repair her suit, he starting to taunt her to make Monica have sexual relationships with him (hitting in her individualism to do indirect rape) "So you think you are very capable with my technology, eh?" Monica clearly offended answer with desafiance "Clearly, I can Vossy, I Repaired my Armor you cannot see it?" Alexander smiles saying "Monica why not show to me that skills then?" he points to the bulge in his pants Monica answer with more desafiance "Oh I going to show you what upgraded girl can do" She go closer and unzip Alexander Voss pants seeing his 50 meters dong "FUCK!!!! YOU Have a big technology here Vossy!!!!, but that not mean I not going to enjoy this" Monica put inside of her pussy "Oh Yeah, A big one right there, start here Vossy!!!!!" Alexander starting to thrusting like a more faster than light bolt "Monica, you clearly know how handle my Technology" Monica moaning "Shut up Boss, OHHHHHH Right there You tecno Animal!!!!!!" Alexander hit in right spots, doing key strokes in various points of her cervix "You clearly know how take your Voss here!!!" Monica feels the realase closer!!! "OH YEAH HERE COMES!!!! DO IT VOSS, DO IT BECAUSE I TELL YOU TO DO IT!!!!" Alexander cums inside her without control "YESSSSSSSSSSSSS, GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!!!!" Monica screaming of Pleasure "OH YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, VOSSYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" They scream loudly and they fall over each other bodies, for a moment was only each other looking at their faces with insane desire, clearly this was the best moment of their life''s But Then they noticed the Angel was watching...... And Then break the moment...."WAS Amazing, divine, holy and priestly!!!!" Alexander look at the Angel asking "You was...." Monica complete the Question "Watching?????" Mefiel answer "Of course I do, Wit my multiple eyes and rings" the rings spinning faster in affirmation ............. ............. A award silence followed until Voss speak Alexander: "Let better explain the mission okay?" Alexander get up and starting to explain the mission of stealing a radiactive armor and thunder suit to Mefiel and Monica..................... Chapter 1.7: How You Feel, Mr. Voss? Chapter 1.7: How You Feel, Mr. Voss? After explaining the mission details, Alexander slumped into his chair, still visibly uncomfortable. The angel, Mefiel, had seen them at their most unguarded¡ªa situation that unsettled him far more than he cared to admit. As he adjusted his posture, a sudden sneeze caught him off guard. ¡°Strange,¡± he muttered. ¡°That only happens when someone talks about me.¡± Shrugging off the oddity, Voss returned his focus to the glowing holographic displays in front of him. Waving dismissively, he sent Monica and Mefiel off to fulfill their respective tasks. As their footsteps faded into the distance, the room grew quieter, leaving him alone with Redheck. The Family The holographic visage of Redheck¡ªa digitally preserved consciousness¡ªflickered into view beside him. The projection crossed its arms, adopting a paternal stance. ¡°So, did I do the right thing, son?¡± Alexander sighed deeply, leaning back in his chair. ¡°You know,¡± he began, ¡°sometimes I really doubt this whole... transferring-your-consciousness-into-my-brain thing was a good idea.¡± Redheck¡¯s hologram chuckled. ¡°What do you mean? It was an amazing idea! Look at all the ways I¡¯ve helped you¡ªwith the girls, the corporation, staying one step ahead of everyone. Don¡¯t tell me you don¡¯t appreciate that.¡± Alexander pinched the bridge of his nose. ¡°That¡¯s not what I mean at all.¡± ¡°Then what do you mean?¡± Redheck pressed, tilting his head. Voss hesitated, staring at the swirling data streams in front of him. ¡°Sometimes... I really don¡¯t know what I want. Do I want to rape? To be the enigmatic CEO who broke the system? Or am I just chasing fun? Freedom? Is all of this just... meaningless?¡± Before Redheck could respond, another figure materialized beside him¡ªRedhell, the holographic construct of his mother.This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience. ¡°You clearly want this, my son!¡± Redhell declared, her tone dripping with conviction. ¡°Great,¡± Alexander groaned, rolling his eyes. ¡°Here we go again.¡± Redhell¡¯s form shifted to resemble an idealized version of a matriarch. ¡°I¡¯ve told you a thousand times, Alex. I¡¯m Alexandra, your mother, and I know you¡¯re doing the right thing.¡± Redheck interjected, his voice booming. ¡°Your mother¡¯s right, son. A man must dominate. It doesn¡¯t matter what motivates that domination¡ªwhat matters is that you hold the reins.¡± Alexander exhaled loudly, clearly exasperated. ¡°You two are impossible to argue with...¡± ¡°Because we¡¯re right,¡± Redhell purred. ¡°A mother is never wrong when it comes to ensuring her child achieves absolute dominance.¡± ¡°And a father,¡± Redheck added, ¡°always knows the best tools for success¡ªrape, cannibalism, slaughter¡ªwhatever it takes to rise above and leave your mark. These are the pillars of true legacy, my boy.¡± Voss leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. ¡°I suppose it makes a certain... twisted sense.¡± ¡°Of course, it does!¡± Redhell exclaimed. ¡°Ideologies, strategies¡ªthey¡¯re just more tools. Tools you¡¯re already wielding to perfection.¡± Redheck¡¯s tone turned conspiratorial. ¡°And remember, son, anything is justified as long as you¡¯re remembered. That girl¡ªwhat¡¯s her name?¡± ¡°Monica?¡± Voss asked, raising an eyebrow. ¡°She¡¯s perfect,¡± Redheck continued. ¡°A usable object to ensure we¡¯re immortalized.¡± ¡°And,¡± Redhell chimed in, ¡°for creating descendants¡ªchildren who will follow in your footsteps to build their own legacies.¡± Voss leaned back, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and resignation. ¡°I guess you¡¯re right...¡± ¡°Remember, son,¡± the two holograms said in unison. ¡°Being a CEO isn¡¯t just a title. It¡¯s the path to creating a legacy.¡± With those final words, Redhell¡¯s hologram dissolved into a faint shimmer of light, while Redheck¡¯s figure returned to its dormant state. The Silence Of The End The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the faint hum of the machinery. Alexander sat still, gazing at nothing in particular as the weight of their words settled over him. ¡°How do you feel, Mr. Voss?¡± Redheck¡¯s voice broke through the quiet, softer now, almost teasing. A small laugh escaped Alexander¡¯s lips. ¡°Amazing, Redheck. Simply amazing.¡± He stood, his fingers dancing over the control panel. ¡°Now, call my contacts. It¡¯s time to make some preventive moves on the chessboard before the next phase.¡± His grin widened, a mix of malice and anticipation lighting his features. ¡°These next few days are going to be... interesting.¡± Redheck complied, and the room grew colder as Alexander''s orders rippled through the vast network under his control. Chapter 1.8: Mr. Strategist Chapter 1.8 Mr. Strategist Monica walked with Mefiel toward the exit of Alexander Voss'' apartment, her steps calm and deliberate as they moved through the decaying hallways and down the crumbling stairs. She didn¡¯t seem worried at all about what had just transpired, her composure unnervingly serene. Mefiel, fluttering in the air beside her, cocked his head curiously. ¡°I know I treated the matter with humor at the time¡ªafter all, an angel and your¡­ friend has to find humor in these things¡ªbut why did you let yourself get away so easily?¡± Monica smirked, pulling a holographic pendrive out of her pocket. The faint glow reflected against her cool, calculating gaze. ¡°That¡¯s why, baby.¡± She winked playfully. ¡°When you spend enough time with men, you learn how to twist them around your little finger. A couple of fucks, some sweet nothings, and poof¡ªwhat you want is yours.¡± Her grin sharpened, voice lowering to a sly whisper. ¡°But let¡¯s get out of here before Mr. Vossy notices how much smarter I really am, hehehe.¡± Mefiel narrowed his eyes skeptically but nodded, following her down the steps. The stairs, chipped and crumbling, seemed to groan under every step. Mefiel took note of their terrible condition and sighed. Of course Alexander Voss would leave this place to rot¡ªmakes it look like the perfect hideout. He glanced at Monica, her calm demeanor unshaken by the ominous setting. A thought crept into his mind: She and Voss really aren¡¯t so different after all. The Horses Of Trade Suddenly, a figure appeared ahead¡ªanother police officer. Monica froze, her reflexes lightning-fast. With a practiced movement, she turned Mefiel into a coin and slipped him into her pocket. Her eyes darted toward the officer¡¯s badge: Ramirez. He walked up the stairs casually, as if oblivious to the tension in the air. Monica exhaled, about to step past him when¡ª ¡°Freeze!¡± Before she could react, another officer¡ªJuarez¡ªcame from behind, grabbing her arm. Monica twisted instinctively, her hand inching toward the activation button of her suit, her face a mask of frustration. ¡°Let go of me, you bastards!¡± she growled, though her movements remained precise and calculated. Think, Monica, think. Before she could activate her suit, an energy blast struck her squarely in the back. Monica¡¯s world went black. The Cell of The Predecessors When she woke, Monica found herself in a strange energy cell. Her armor was gone, replaced with a sterile prisoner¡¯s suit that made her feel uncomfortably exposed. Worse still, Mefiel¡ªthe coin¡ªwas nowhere to be found. Panic flickered in her chest for the first time. The coin¡­ my coin¡­ She swallowed hard, forcing herself to breathe. ¡°Don¡¯t lose it, Monica. Stay calm,¡± she whispered to herself, but her hand instinctively clutched at the empty spot in her pocket.Unauthorized use: this story is on Amazon without permission from the author. Report any sightings. Lifting her gaze, she spotted a familiar figure in the cell across from hers¡ªAlexander Voss. He was seated on the floor, smiling. Not just any smile¡ªthat smile, calm and knowing, as though none of this fazed him. ¡°What the hell is going on?¡± Monica muttered under her breath, her eyes scanning her surroundings. The cell¡¯s ceiling was lined with strange devices, their mechanical hum filling the silence. Before Monica could process it, the devices powered on. A wave of unbearable energy coursed through her body. Monica gasped, her knees buckling as an unnatural sensation gripped her¡ªher skin wrinkling, her bones aching, as if she were aging decades within seconds. She managed a glance toward Voss, who sat there¡ªunbothered, untouched. His smile lingered, mocking her suffering. And then, mercifully, the darkness took her again. The Brillaintmind Of Red: When Monica¡¯s eyes fluttered open, the first thing she noticed was red. The room around her radiated a deep, suffocating red glow, offset by black shadows. She was no longer in the cell¡ªnow seated in a luxurious office. Her prisoner¡¯s suit was gone, replaced by a crisp secretary outfit that felt foreign against her skin. Every nerve screamed at her to stay calm, but her hand instinctively went to her pocket. The pendrive. Still there. She exhaled shakily. But the coin¡­ Mefiel¡­ still gone. Panic stirred again, but she fought to suppress it, her fingers clenching the pendrive as if it were her only lifeline. I need to find him. A voice broke the silence. ¡°Those are your next jobs.¡± Monica¡¯s heart skipped a beat. She looked to her right, her left, even up at the ceiling, but found no one. Her hands trembled as she finally looked straight ahead¡ªonly to see nothing. For minutes, the silence dragged on. And then, a figure appeared¡ªa shadow coalescing into a man watching her intently. Monica stumbled back, her voice breaking. ¡°Who¡­ who are you?¡± The figure smiled faintly, his presence more unsettling than comforting. ¡°I know you have many questions, Monica. But let¡¯s start with the first one. Who am I? You can call me Mr. Red¡­ the original Alexander Voss.¡± Her breath caught in her throat. ¡°Original? What the hell does that mean?¡± ¡°It means,¡± Mr. Red continued, ¡°the Alexander Voss you met in the apartment was one of hundreds of artificial bodies I have at my disposal.¡± Monica¡¯s brow furrowed. ¡°So¡­ that Voss wasn¡¯t even real? Why send a fake body there in the first place?¡± ¡°Because of the show, my dear. You saw the two cops, didn¡¯t you?¡± Mr. Red¡¯s voice dripped with amusement. ¡°Ramirez and Juarez?¡± Monica¡¯s voice was cautious. ¡°Exactly.¡± Mr. Red chuckled darkly. ¡°They and I have a deal. I send an artificial body to a random location, they arrest it, bask in the fame, and then pay me handsomely for my trouble. Corruption of the highest order. Hahahaha!¡± Monica¡¯s mind raced, piecing the puzzle together. ¡°And the missions? What about them?¡± Mr. Red leaned forward, his red-tinted figure growing more menacing. ¡°The missions are presented as evidence¡ªproof of Voss¡¯ ¡®capture.¡¯ But once the world lowers its guard, you will complete them.¡± Monica stiffened, her mind torn. She clutched the pendrive tightly, her thoughts spiraling. They took Mefiel¡­ I¡¯m alone in this. The urge to scream, to resist, boiled inside her. But her face remained calm¡ªoutwardly composed. ¡°And if I refuse?¡± Mr. Red¡¯s grin sharpened. ¡°Let¡¯s just say¡­ I hope you endure better than your predecessors.¡± The words sent a chill down her spine. Monica¡¯s heart pounded as she forced herself to smile, masking her turmoil. ¡°Fine¡­ I¡¯ll do it. But don¡¯t think I¡¯m your puppet.¡± Mr. Red chuckled, leaning back into the shadows. ¡°We¡¯ll see.¡± Monica stayed frozen, her mind reeling, her grip tightening on the pendrive as if it were her last hope. I¡¯ll play your game¡­ for now. But I¡¯m getting out of this. And I¡¯m getting Mefiel back. Chapter 1.9: The Void of Secrets Chapter 1.9 The Void of Secrets Mr. Red smirked, his tone laced with mock sincerity. ¡°Oh, Mefiel? That can be fixed, my dear. You see, I am clearly not your enemy here.¡± He extended the coin toward Monica, who hesitated, her gaze flickering between the coin and Alexander¡¯s unreadable face. Doubt clouded her mind as she wondered whether this was a trap or a genuine gesture. After a long pause, Monica¡¯s fingers closed around the coin. The cool metal felt strangely familiar. ¡°Why are you giving this back to me?¡± Her voice was cautious, almost accusing. Alexander tilted his head, his smile widening. ¡°Oh, Monica, I have no hidden intentions. And you shouldn¡¯t have them either.¡± His words, deceptively simple, unsettled her. Monica¡¯s brows furrowed as she replied, ¡°You¡¯re not wrong, but that doesn¡¯t make this any less suspicious.¡± Alexander chuckled, a sound that was equal parts amusement and condescension. ¡°It¡¯s as suspicious as your interest in working with me, Monica. Don¡¯t you think?¡± Caught off guard, Monica stammered, ¡°What? Of course not! I just want to make money, like everyone else¡­¡± ¡°Oh, clearly,¡± Alexander said with a laugh. ¡°And I¡¯m Santa Claus. Honestly, Monica, sometimes I think you¡¯re far more of a genius than you let on.¡± Monica rolled her eyes, irritation creeping into her voice. ¡°Oh, sure, Mr. Claus. After all, the Technomas are practically at our doorstep.¡± Alexander¡¯s laughter rang out again. ¡°Precisely! And that¡¯s why, Monica, you need to rest.¡± She blinked in surprise. ¡°Rest? But the missions¡­¡± Alexander waved a dismissive hand. ¡°Oh, Monica, Monica, Monica. You have all the time in the world. The corporations aren¡¯t going anywhere. If they do, you¡¯ll adjust your plans. Learn to rest. Think about yourself. Let others rot. The only thing that matters is you¡­ and ensuring evil continues to win.¡±Support the creativity of authors by visiting Royal Road for this novel and more. The Resting Talking With a snap of his fingers, Monica found herself transported to a sprawling island mansion. Luxurious artifacts surrounded her, the likes of which she could scarcely imagine¡ªa high-definition TV crafted with red gold paper clips, among them. She stared at the object, her mind reeling as it defied logic and physics. Ten minutes passed before she snapped out of her daze. Remembering her coin, she activated it. Mefiel, her Cyber Angel, materialized instantly, his rings spinning wildly. ¡°MONICA! WHAT HAPPENED? AND THE POLICE OFFICERS?¡± Mefiel¡¯s voice was a chaotic blend of panic and confusion. His eyes darted between Monica, now clad in a secretary outfit, and the opulent surroundings. ¡°Calm down,¡± Monica said, gesturing for him to join her on a couch. She sat down, exhaling deeply. ¡°I¡¯ll explain everything.¡± Mefiel hesitated, then settled onto the couch, his rings still twitching. ¡°Okay, okay. I¡¯m calming down. Now, talk.¡± Monica ran a hand through her hair. ¡°I woke up in a cell. Then the cell emitted strange energy, and I appeared in front of Alexander. He offered me this place to rest until the next mission, and I accepted.¡± Mefiel processed her words in silence before responding, ¡°So the police imprisoned you, and Alexander freed you. But¡­ why are you dressed like that?¡± Monica flushed. ¡°I found these clothes here and put them on. They¡¯re¡­ flattering, don¡¯t you think?¡± She struck a playful pose. Mefiel¡¯s eyes studied her outfit for an uncomfortably long moment before he finally nodded. ¡°Makes sense. Logical. Yes.¡± His rings spun with enthusiasm. Monica sighed in relief, grateful he¡¯d bought her flimsy excuse. The truth was far too complicated to share, even with her loyal companion. She turned her attention to the mansion, her mind oscillating between unease and exhaustion. The Nap Mission Just as she considered taking a nap, Alexander reappeared, his arrival as abrupt as ever. ¡°Oh, and by ¡®rest,¡¯ I meant discussing strategy with your partner. Now that you¡¯ve done that, we can move on to the next mission.¡± Before she could protest, Alexander snapped his fingers again. They were now aboard a freight train, surrounded by Atom Corporation guards. ¡°Now,¡± Alexander said, his tone deceptively light, ¡°you need to roar in danger.¡± Monica¡¯s confusion deepened, but Mefiel seemed to understand. Without hesitation, the Cyber Angel unleashed a brutal assault. His shots were surgical and devastating, tearing through the guards. Their screams filled the air as their bodies were shredded into pulp. The carnage was both horrifying and surreal, leaving Monica frozen in place. Alexander strode forward, unbothered by the chaos. ¡°See? He got the message. You must always roar at the beast, Monica. Never let the beast roar at you.¡± He turned to her with a sly smile. ¡°By the way, I¡¯ve integrated your suit into your secretary outfit. Try it on when you get a moment.¡± Then, with an almost casual wave, he disappeared into the next train car, leaving Monica to grapple with the horrors around her. Chapter 2.0: No Gamma Ethics Chapter 2.0: No Gamma Ethics Monica surveyed the carnage, her expression one of tired acceptance. Violence had become so routine it no longer fazed her. "Vossy¡¯s more capable than I thought," she muttered. "Maybe sharing the city is a possibility after all." She stepped through the train car door, her mind racing. "Manipulation¡¯s not enough; dominance has to be demonstrated too. Roaring at danger, as he says." The Roar to Sex Inside the next car, Alexander and Mefiel stood over the last Atom Corporation soldiers, their bodies limp in growing pools of blood. Monica smirked, a sudden idea sparking in her mind. "Time to return the favor to Vossy," she thought, her eyes gleaming with mischief. Without hesitation, she approached Alexander, unbuckling his belt with swift precision. He arched a brow but made no move to stop her. Before either could react further, Monica knelt and took him into her mouth, her movements deliberate and commanding. Alexander groaned, his fingers tightening into fists. "Monica! Ahh¡­ your tongue¡­ it¡¯s incredible!" he gasped. Mefiel, who had been observing with casual indifference, burst into laughter, his spinning rings glowing with amusement. "Oh, how the tables have turned, Red! Looks like you¡¯re the one being handled now!" Monica worked with practiced skill, her pace relentless. She glanced up, locking eyes with Alexander. "Now, who¡¯s the dominant one? Hmm? Vossy?" Mefiel doubled over in laughter, twisting his rings gleefully. "That¡¯s it, Monica! Leave him drier than an old sewer pipe!" Alexander¡¯s voice trembled as he moaned. "Damn it, Monica! You¡­ you¡¯re amazing!" His hips involuntarily thrust forward as he succumbed to her ministrations. Monica pulled back for a moment, a teasing smile curling her lips. "And you¡¯ve got a cock that keeps growing¡­ it¡¯s like a weapon all its own." She giggled before resuming, her tempo increasing until Alexander¡¯s control finally shattered. With a shuddering cry, Alexander climaxed, his release filling her mouth. Monica swallowed every drop with a satisfied hum, pulling away with a loud pop. She licked her lips, gazing up at him with a mix of playfulness and triumph. "Mmm¡­ You¡¯ve got a unique taste, Vossy." Standing, she tugged his pants back up and smoothed her skirt. "I won this round, and got my revenge."Unauthorized tale usage: if you spot this story on Amazon, report the violation. Alexander stared at her, his expression unreadable, though a flicker of admiration glinted in his eyes. "My parents always said to look for someone who could challenge me. Maybe you¡¯re that someone." The Divine Unethical Their moment was interrupted by Mefiel, who had been watching the entire encounter with unfiltered fascination. "AGAIN?!" they exclaimed, while his rings spinning erratically and funny. Monica rolled her eyes. "I still don¡¯t understand why you¡¯re so interested in these acts." Mefiel shrugged. "No laws, no human rights. It¡¯s fascinating to see how humans normalized even the most taboo behaviors." Monica and Alexander exchanged bemused glances. Together, they asked, "What¡¯s ethics?" Mefiel groaned, muttering under his breath. "Explaining ethics in a world without rights is pointless. Forget it." He shook his head, his rings dimming momentarily.
Gamma Fusion Mastery Pushing past the moment, Monica and Alexander entered the next train car. With a simple touch to her secretary outfit, Monica activated her Gamma Fission Armor, its sleek, glowing design enveloping her body. With newfound precision, she unleashed a barrage of energy, obliterating Atom Corporation soldiers in a brilliant display of fusion and gamma-powered destruction. Amid the carnage, Monica stumbled upon a broken katana, its blade darkened with residual negative energy. She held it up, intrigued. Alexander stepped forward, his tone instructional. "You can repair that using your fusion and gamma energies. But you¡¯ll need to channel them positively, focusing on restoration rather than destruction." Monica furrowed her brow, skeptical yet determined. Slowly, she concentrated, her hands trembling as she pushed gamma energy through the corroded metal. The blade resisted at first, but she persisted, her will overpowering the negativity embedded in the weapon. A glow emerged as the katana began to reform, its surface shimmering with combined gamma and fusion energy. With a triumphant shout, Monica held the restored weapon aloft. "YES! I¡¯M THE BEST!" Her excitement got the better of her, and a careless swing of the katana tore a hole in the train wall, slicing through several distant nebulae and galaxies in the process. "Oops," she muttered, watching the cosmic aftermath of her mistake. Mefiel spun his rings joyfully. "You¡¯re unstoppable, Monica! Absolutely incredible!" Alexander clapped slowly, his expression one of quiet pride. "Impressive work. Now let¡¯s see how you handle live targets." Hover cars filled with cyber-mobsters and Yakuza agents from the Double Dragon gang approached in the distance, their weapons glinting ominously. Alexander grinned. "Time to test that new katana, Monica. Oh, and one more thing¡­" He gestured to her armor. "It¡¯s adaptable. You can amplify it further. Go on, demon. Show them your roar." Monica nodded, her confidence soaring. Together with Mefiel, she charged into battle, cutting down their enemies with ruthless efficiency. The mobsters¡¯ screams echoed as Monica¡¯s katana sliced through flesh and steel alike, while Mefiel unleashed a devastating barrage of energy blasts, leaving little but ash in their wake. When the dust settled, Monica stood amid the wreckage, her armor unscathed. She smirked, admiring the absolute invulnerability it afforded her. "Not a scratch. Amazing." Mefiel spun his rings in a victory dance. "We did it! YEAH!" Alexander stepped forward, his grin widening. "Excellent work, both of you. Now let¡¯s claim our prize." They moved to the next train car¡ªthe cargo hold¡ªwhere treasures awaited to be plundered. Chapter 2.1: Atomic Revelations Chapter 2.1: Atomic Revelations Not Laws System The trio walked through the train depot, their steps echoing in the cavernous space. Mefiel paused, his rings spinning with curiosity, breaking the silence. ¡°So... everything is allowed?¡± he asked, his voice carrying a mix of innocence and apprehension. Monica and Alexander exchanged glances before looking back at him. Mefiel continued, ¡°I mean, I was created not too long ago and don¡¯t really know the laws of this place. I know rape is legal, but what other things are allowed?¡± Monica answered bluntly, ¡°Clearly everything is allowed.¡± Mefiel¡¯s eyes widened in shock. ¡°Everything? Even incest?¡± Alexander nodded casually. ¡°Yep, it¡¯s normal and legal.¡± ¡°And drugs? Race trafficking?¡± Monica chimed in, ¡°Also allowed.¡± Mefiel¡¯s shock grew. ¡°Cannibalism? Torture?¡± ¡°Completely legal,¡± Alexander confirmed. Mefiel¡¯s voice trembled. ¡°Polyamory? Sacrifices?¡± ¡°Legal,¡± Monica said with a shrug. Desperate now, Mefiel asked, ¡°Is there anything illegal here?¡± Monica and Alexander exchanged another glance before answering in unison, ¡°Defying the government, causing trouble for the government, and stealing resources from the government. That¡¯s it. Everything else is allowed¡ªeven devouring children.¡± Mefiel shook his head in disbelief. ¡°This place is paradise... for degenerates!¡± The two bristled at the comment. ¡°Hey, that¡¯s offensive. We¡¯re completely normal people,¡± Monica protested. Mefiel rolled his multiple eyes. ¡°Of course. Normal...¡± An awkward silence hung in the air until Mefiel changed the subject. ¡°Anyway, Alexander, could you explain why you were selling your technology as if it were toys? Wouldn¡¯t that give any opponent an advantage if they reverse-engineered it?¡±Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon. Psychic Revelations Alexander smirked and opened a psychic communication channel. ¡°Can you hear me?¡± Monica¡¯s eyes widened. ¡°Uh, yes, I think so?¡± Mefiel¡¯s rings vibrated. ¡°This is the first time I¡¯ve heard voices in my rings.¡± Alexander continued, ¡°Okay, to answer your question: yes, I sell my technology, but unlike every other inventor, my creations have no patterns to track.¡± Both Monica and Mefiel¡¯s eyes widened further. ¡°What? They don¡¯t follow any logic?¡± ¡°Exactly. My technology is completely relative. For example, two seemingly identical guns could fire projectiles at completely different velocities, trajectories, or even forms. One might fire lasers, another sound waves. Each shot behaves unpredictably, sometimes phasing through walls, sometimes exploding on impact.¡± Monica and Mefiel exchanged a look of amazement. ¡°So that¡¯s why you¡¯re not afraid to sell your technology. It¡¯s completely untraceable.¡± Alexander nodded. ¡°Exactly. That¡¯s why no one knows how to find me.¡± Monica tilted her head in thought. ¡°So why did those police officers come to the apartment?¡± ¡°Do you mean Juarez and Ramirez?¡± ¡°No,¡± Monica clarified, ¡°the ones you turned into hamburgers.¡± Alexander smirked. ¡°Ah, Gutierrez and Godinez. I saw their plates. If I had to speculate, it¡¯s probably related to Double Dragon.¡± Monica and Mefiel groaned. ¡°Those guys again.¡± ¡°Exactly,¡± Alexander said. ¡°It makes sense if you think about it. They must have paid those officers to raid the apartment.¡± Monica nodded. ¡°Makes sense now that you put it like that.¡± Alexander grinned. ¡°Anyway, their plan failed, and we beat the officers.¡± Monica smirked. ¡°If by that you mean turning them into hamburgers, then yes, you won.¡± Alexander laughed. ¡°Devouring danger, Monica. Devouring danger.¡± The Unexpected Reward The group moved deeper into the warehouse, their steps cautious but purposeful. Alexander activated a console embedded in the wall. A shimmering barrier flickered and vanished, revealing what lay behind it. Instead of the Radiation Armor they expected, an Atomic T-Rex stood towering before them, its glowing, pulsing body radiating energy. ¡°What? So that¡¯s what they meant by Radiation Armor in the database files,¡± Alexander said, scratching his head. Monica blinked. ¡°What the hell?¡± Mefiel¡¯s rings spun wildly. ¡°Okay, this is really unexpected.¡± Alexander shrugged. ¡°A reward is a reward, no matter what it is.¡± Monica¡¯s curiosity got the better of her. She pressed another button on the console. Another barrier shimmered and disappeared, revealing yet another Atomic T-Rex. Alexander and Mefiel cheered in unison. ¡°Double prize!¡± Grinning, Alexander grabbed the two massive creatures, broke a hole in the train wall, and loaded them into a holographic vehicle parked nearby. ¡°Get in. Let¡¯s head back to the mansion with our prizes.¡± Mefiel and Monica exchanged a look before climbing into the car. As it sped away, Mefiel spun his rings excitedly. ¡°This is prehistoric! We got dinosaurs!¡± Monica leaned toward Alexander and whispered, ¡°Should we tell him that Technosauruses are common here?¡± Alexander whispered back, ¡°Nope. Let him have fun. A little excitement never hurt anyone. Besides, these Technosauruses are unique. Tell me, have you ever seen a Technosaurus made of atoms?¡± Monica considered this and smiled. ¡°No, I haven¡¯t.¡± ¡°Exactly,¡± Alexander said. ¡°So they¡¯re unique enough for Mefiel to be excited.¡± Monica chuckled. ¡°Fair enough, Vossy.¡± The vehicle roared forward, carrying its unusual cargo toward the mansion on the island. The adventure was far from over. Chapter 2.2: Verdict of Innocence Chapter 2.2: Verdict of Innocence The Think of The Unexpected Ramirez drove the car in silence, the hum of the engine blending with the distant sounds of Tecnomas festivities. Juarez sat in the passenger seat, his thoughts clouded with unease. "How did they escape?" he finally blurted, breaking the quiet. "We left them both in the patrol car. The woman was unconscious, and the old man was beaten to hell. She shouldn¡¯t have been able to move, let alone escape." Ramirez, noticing his partner¡¯s troubled expression, chuckled and glanced at him. "Hey, at least we got one step closer to catching Rojo¡¯s killer." Juarez sighed, rubbing his temples. "I know, but it¡¯s unsettling. Criminals don¡¯t just vanish from high-tech patrol cars like ghosts." Ramirez smirked, his tone laced with sarcasm. "Don¡¯t forget who we¡¯re dealing with here. Rojo¡¯s killer¡ªthe biggest, most sadistic manipulator in the city. It¡¯s no surprise he had some gadget up his sleeve." Juarez took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. "I guess you¡¯re right. When it comes to professional criminals, nothing¡¯s ever straightforward. It¡¯s all half-truths and smoke screens." Ramirez let out a laugh, reaching into the glove compartment. "Like life itself, man. People always have a new face to show, a new side to expose, a new lie to tell, and a half-truth to sell." The Atomic Drinks Juarez chuckled, shaking his head. "Like women, right?" Ramirez grinned, pulling out two beers. "Like damn women, man! Hahaha. Here, have a drink." Juarez accepted the beer, popping it open as the distant crackle of fireworks lit up the sky. "There¡¯s no better way to celebrate another Tecnomas than with Atom Corporation¡¯s finest brew." He took a sip, savoring the taste as colorful explosions lit the horizon. Ramirez took a swig of his own beer, whistling in approval. "You said it, partner. Nothing beats spending Tecnomas with close friends." For a moment, the two watched the sky in silence, their camaraderie filling the void. Finally, Juarez broke the stillness. "You know, I think there¡¯s a lot of misinformation about the Assassin in Red."The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation. Ramirez raised an eyebrow, taking another sip. "Oh? You mean those wild rumors? Like the one about the thousand truths? Or the idea that T.I.B. is working with him?" Juarez nearly choked on his beer, laughing. "Yeah, that last one was insane. Who would stoop so low as to work for a killer?" Ramirez shook his head, smirking. "Not us, that¡¯s for damn sure. Say what you will about us, but at least we¡¯re free men. We¡¯re not idiots working for some psychopath." Juarez nodded, taking another long swig. "Exactly. We¡¯re with the police department, under the command of the great President Maximiliano Rojas." At the mention of Rojas, Ramirez paused, his gaze lingering on the fireworks. "Now that¡¯s the dream¡ªto be like Rojas." Juarez leaned back, whistling softly. "And that woman he has... Jaulia Balia... Truly, Maximiliano is the MAN among MEN." The Atomic Thief The two fell into silence, lost in their imaginations of Rojas¡¯s imposing presence and omega muscles. For ten minutes, they watched the sky, each envisioning a future of glory and power. Their trance was broken by the crackle of the radio. "Attention Unit 10, robbery in progress by members of the Double Dragon gang on an Atomic Corporation transport train. Zone 325. Please respond immediately." Ramirez¡¯s eyes lit up. "Looks like we¡¯ve got a chance to make our mark again." Juarez grinned. "One step closer to fame." Ramirez smirked. "And women..." Juarez laughed. "And wealth..." Ramirez added, "And becoming the next Maximiliano Rojas." After a brief pause, Ramirez slammed the accelerator. "Let¡¯s go for it." The Atomic Criminals They sped through the city, ignoring traffic lights, sharp turns, and even a closed street in their rush to intercept the gang. As they neared the train, they spotted the gang escaping in a hover vehicle, equipped with suits radiating power¡ªone glowing with thunder, the other with radioactive energy. "Focus on the hover vehicle!" Ramirez shouted, drawing his anti-plasma pistol. Juarez followed suit, and the car erupted in a flurry of disintegration bolts. Objects around them vaporized from missed shots, but a few lucky hits damaged the gang members. "Damn it, we¡¯re losing them!" Ramirez growled, holstering his pistol. "Juarez, take the wheel. I¡¯m going up top." Juarez hesitated but nodded, gripping the steering wheel as Ramirez climbed onto the roof. Drawing his anti-Tesla machete, Ramirez unleashed a series of electrified slashes at the gang. Each attack was deflected by the criminal in the radiation suit, who retaliated with a sudden, glowing portal. The gang¡¯s vehicle vanished through the portal, which closed behind them. Ramirez stood frozen on the roof, his weapon still raised. Juarez shouted up to him. "What the hell just happened?!" Ramirez slid back into the car, his face a mix of frustration and disbelief. "They had a damn portal generator. We¡¯ve lost them." Juarez slammed his fist on the dashboard. "Great. Now what?" Ramirez sighed, taking a swig of his beer. "We regroup, file the report, and hope Maximiliano doesn¡¯t skin us alive." As they turned the car back toward the station, the two sat in heavy silence. The glow of the fireworks seemed distant now, their earlier dreams of glory fading into the cold reality of their defeat. But in the back of their minds, they knew the chase wasn¡¯t over. Double Dragon had made their move, and Ramirez and Juarez wouldn¡¯t stop until they brought them down¡ªor died trying. Chapter 2.2.1: Guilty Verdict Part One Chapter 2.2.1: Guilty Verdict Part One The Heist Begins A Lion and his partner Bobine were heading towards the Atomic Corporation train, each with clear objectives in mind. Sable, the tiger, felt this robbery would be their big break, one that could give them a reputation as infamous as the "Killer in Red" and enough respect to surpass their bosses, the Samuel Brothers¡ªthe Double Dragon. Bobine, on the other hand, was more focused on the material rewards. "I''m already imagining it: 500,000 sticks just for the merchandise. And that doesn''t even count the technology we can steal from these idiots at Atomic Corporation." Sable''s Vision Sable grinned. "And let''s not forget the most important thing..." Bobine interrupted, eyes wide, "Drugs?!" "Exactly. Sweet drugs and some good bitches are all a good alpha needs to be happy!" Sable responded, his enthusiasm palpable. Bobine raised a bottle of Milktored, a drink from his family recipe. "That''s the spirit, kid. Have a Milktored. It comes from a family recipe and business." Sable took the bottle and swigged it down, savoring the taste. "Ah, this reminds me of those days in the country. Life was easier back then." Reminiscing Bobine chuckled. "Definitely. Back then, things were cheaper and women were plentiful." Sable took another swig, lost in thought. "Back then, with an Orcarian, you could buy three Rikesas. And man, those Rikesas¡ª" Bobine cut in, smirking, "Damn, man. Mentioning those delicacies makes me almost as hungry as the emptiness in your bank account, hahaha." The Restaurant Pit Stop Sable chuckled before adding, "Let''s go to a restaurant then. Carla will definitely give us a discount on the Rikesas!" Bobine shook his head. "Come on, bro, those idiots will surely rob the train in our absence. It shouldn''t take more than 20 minutes." They laughed, and Bobine veered the car toward the nearest restaurant. A Glimpse of the Train As they drove, they could see the train moving toward their meeting point, the one where their boys were planning to ambush it. "These lazy people really earn their salary from above," Sable commented. Bobine, finishing off his Milktored, laughed. "Don''t worry, our boys will make ''em work once and for all, hahaha."Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon. A Tigra-dillo Moment He tossed the empty bottle into the glove compartment and lit up a Tigradillo. "True cigars for the true tigers inside you!" he grinned, exhaling smoke. Sable laughed, "I got into Tigraco after seeing its potential as a consumer plant, hehe. And THEY SAID working in the fields had no benefits." Bobine responded, "Like a good Alpha Tigga!" They clutched their fists in a shared moment of pride. Rikesas and Sweeties The Restaurant Stop They arrived at the restaurant, where the familiar order screen greeted them. Sable tapped the screen with his claw finger. "Two Rikesas and one extra Sweetie." He raised an eyebrow at the screen, smirking. Carla, voice brimming with excitement, spoke over the intercom. "Guys? Oh my god! Finally, something interesting in this job! Come to the special pick-up window, and I''ll give you two a special discount!" Bobine winked. "Oh, we will, babe." Sable added, "And you''re gonna love it," before driving to the special order window. A Special Delivery When they arrived, Carla stood waiting with their orders. Two Rikesas, and she herself, as a "sweetie," ready to join them in the car. Sable couldn''t hide his appreciation. "Mama Mia!" Bobine grinned, his voice thick with desire, "My udders got hard!" Carla, completely unfazed, climbed into the car with the food. "Hey, guys. I''m free for some adventures. Don''t worry, my parents are politicians, so I¡¯m not getting fired anytime soon." The ''Milking'' Scene Sable raised an eyebrow. "Hey, what are you¡ª?" Bobine chuckled. "Looks like it''s time to milk the bull." Carla smirked, clearly enjoying herself. "Mmmm, you''re so big, eat your goodies, boys. I''ll do the milking here." She began her task with such intensity that even the most seasoned professionals would be impressed. Sable, lost in the experience, moaned. "IT''S LEAVING ME HAIRLESS!" Bobine joined in with a mock moo. "Mooo, IT''S LEAVING MY UDDER DRY!" The ''Milking'' Intensifies Carla continued with such speed that it felt almost supernatural. "OH GOD, IT''S DRYING MY WHISKEYS!" Sable roared. Bobine mooed louder. "OH YES, I¡¯M MILKING MORE THAN THE STATE WITH TAXES!" Sable''s scream was filled with disbelief. "HOW IS THIS LEGALLY POSSIBLE?!" Bobine, reaching the peak of absurdity, shouted, "SHE''S GETTING MORE MILK OUT OF ME THAN A UNIVERSITY COW ON OCTOBER 1ST!" Dryer Than Riconuela''s Economy Finally, when Carla was done, she released them with a light pop sound. She wiped her lips, clearly satisfied. "Let¡¯s drive to the mission now, boys." The two men, only half-conscious at this point, nodded. Bobine started the car and drove off toward the train while Sable slowly eats one of the Rikesas not being capable of putting of the feeling that they go eated for the same sweetie that they should eat here........... Chapter 2.2.1: Verdict of Innocence Part Two Chapter 2.2.1 Verdict of Innocence Part Two; The Drain of the Century Mr. Bobine gripped the steering wheel tightly, the hum of the engine his only companion as his thoughts ran wild. The Riconalds worker had left him in shambles. ¡°I''ve had droughts,¡± he muttered, his voice tinged with disbelief, ¡°but none have sucked me dry as much as she did.¡± His tone carried a strange mix of admiration and despair as he adjusted his rearview mirror. The neon lights of Tecnomas celebrations cast a kaleidoscope of colors across his tired face. In the passenger seat, Sable leaned back, still savoring the last remnants of his Rikesa meal. With a satisfied sigh, he wiped the sauce from his mustache. ¡°Bro, that was the blowjob of the century. I can¡¯t feel my mustache anymore. They sucked me so hard,¡± Sable declared, his tone half-joking yet entirely sincere. Carla, seated in the back, burst into laughter. The sound filled the car, a stark contrast to the mechanical whirr of the vehicle. ¡°Hahaha! You two sound like you¡¯ve been rusting in the desert for years. If something that simple left you stiff, you must¡¯ve been in worse shape than I thought!¡± she teased, her grin wide enough to rival the crescent moon outside. Bobine raised an eyebrow, clearly not amused but unable to suppress a chuckle. ¡°Hey,¡± he shot back, ¡°at least we¡¯re better off than those morons from the old government. Our¡­ assets are definitely bigger.¡± Sable couldn¡¯t help himself and started laughing as well. ¡°Bro, hahaha! I didn¡¯t know you were carrying that much insecurity around! But hey, no one¡¯s doubting your¡­ size.¡± He patted Bobine on the shoulder, a smug grin plastered across his face. Carla chimed in, leaning forward to join the banter. ¡°Yeah, you¡¯re definitely¡­ unique, Bobine. Or at least, that¡¯s what your ¡®special¡¯ size tells me.¡± Her eyes flickered downward, making her meaning abundantly clear. The Hammer of Freedom: Carla¡¯s playful smirk shifted as she shifted topics. ¡°Anyway, let¡¯s talk about something more ridiculous. You know what¡¯s even more useless than Bobine¡¯s sense of pride? That godforsaken app, PersonaAI. Seriously, how does it still exist?¡± Bobine smirked, regaining some of his confidence.Find this and other great novels on the author''s preferred platform. Support original creators! ¡°You¡¯re not wrong. The last time I checked, they banned someone just for showing their udders.¡± Sable chimed in, leaning forward with a conspiratorial grin. ¡°Everything¡¯s been downhill since that stupid mouse took over the corporation. What¡¯s it called again? Pesos? Tesos?¡± Bobine snapped his fingers. ¡°Quesos! Mill Quesos. The greatest techno mogul of recent times.¡± Sable raised his hands in mock celebration. ¡°Thanks, my milkgga! But wasn¡¯t the greatest mogul supposed to be that princess? The one who owns White Cisney?¡± Carla rolled her eyes, her tone dripping with sarcasm. ¡°Sure, if we¡¯re talking monopolies. But she¡¯s more into¡­ fairytales. White Cisney hasn¡¯t invested in tech. Yet.¡± Bobine laughed softly. ¡°Yeah, ¡®yet¡¯ being the keyword. With the chokehold they¡¯ve got on entertainment, they don¡¯t need tech. For now.¡± Sable tapped his chin thoughtfully. ¡°Speaking of monopolies, what¡¯s the deal with Hammer Corporation? Last I heard, they were pushing those lightning cars¡­ what were they called? Sparking Bolts?¡± Bobine nodded, his expression serious for a change. ¡°Yeah, but now they¡¯re branching out. Something about robots¡­ Community Bots, I think. And then there¡¯s their app¡­ HammerAI.¡± Carla groaned. ¡°HammerAI? Please. My parents invested in FreedomAI, and even that was a joke. Why waste money on digital gimmicks when real innovation¡¯s out there?¡± The Old Blacks of the Past: Sable was about to respond when something caught his eye. His tone shifted, sharp and uneasy. ¡°Wait¡­ what is that?¡± Bobine and Carla followed his gaze, squinting at the dimly lit horizon. ¡°What exactly?¡± Bobine asked, his voice tinged with annoyance. Sable pointed toward the train, his voice insistent. ¡°Look closer. There¡¯s a shadow¡­ no, a car. It¡¯s completely black. You see it?¡± Carla raised an eyebrow, skepticism evident on her face. But as the train¡¯s path took it through the neon glow of a nearby building, the shadow took shape. Her expression shifted to one of shock. ¡°What the hell is that?!¡± Bobine¡¯s jaw tightened as he finally noticed the vehicle. ¡°Damn¡­ that¡¯s not one of ours. It¡¯s from¡­¡± Carla finished his thought, her voice trembling. ¡°The old government? But they¡¯re dead. My family always said they died out long ago.¡± Sable¡¯s voice wavered. ¡°And our boys? They were supposed to secure this zone. Where the hell are they?¡± The Dazzle of Truth: Bobine clenched his teeth, his nerves fraying. ¡°I don¡¯t like this, not one bit. Let¡¯s get closer. I want to know what the hell is going on here.¡± He maneuvered their vehicle as close to the train as he dared, killing the engine to avoid detection. The three of them strained to hear the voices coming from the shadowy sedan. Muffled Voices: ¡°And this is what you want?¡± ¡°Yes. Although the dinosaurs are irrelevant. Leave them.¡± ¡°And the armor, sir?¡± ¡°Take it. But leave the thunder and radiation suits. They¡¯re useless to me.¡± ¡°Understood. BaWeh¡­ it¡¯s time to blind the truth.¡± Before Bobine, Carla, or Sable could react, a strange black glow erupted from the sedan. It pulsed with an unnatural rhythm, consuming their vision and their thoughts. Bobine fought to stay conscious, his hands gripping the dashboard as if it were a lifeline. Carla reached for the controls, managing to guide their vehicle onto one of the train¡¯s container wagons before the darkness swallowed her as well. Sable¡¯s voice was the last thing Bobine heard before succumbing to the black glow. ¡°What¡­ the hell¡­ is¡­¡± Then, silence.