"Surprise," "Beating," "Biological"

Not long after, in the detention area of the Investigation Department Building at the Frontline Base.

Four Ghost Agents were being held in a specially designed cell. The walls, floor, and ceiling were all cast from some unknown alloy, their surfaces engraved with Chinese runes they could not understand, all of them giving off a faint golden glow.

Their Hostile Environment Adaptive Combat Suits had long since been stripped away, replaced by loose orange prison uniforms. Psychic Power-suppressing shackles were locked around their wrists and ankles, preventing them from sensing even the slightest flow of Psychic Power.

One male agent sat in a corner with his back against the cold wall, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the frigid metal on the inside of his shackles.

His gaze swept over the other three people in the cell before finally settling on the blonde female agent.

"What do you think those people are going to do, Nova?" he asked in a low voice.

The blonde agent raised her head. The small wound beneath her left eye had already scabbed over, though it still ached faintly.

"They definitely want to turn us," she said softly, her tone carrying unquestionable certainty. "They will not execute us directly, because we are too valuable. Intelligence from Ghost Agents, tactical thinking, even our genetic samples—those are all resources worth studying to them."

Stone, the Ghost Agent who had asked the question, frowned even more deeply, his knuckles turning slightly white.

"Then we absolutely cannot let them succeed."

"Of course." The blonde agent—or rather, Nova Terra—had eyes as sharp as blades. "No matter what, we must remain loyal. We cannot be swayed."

Her tone was calm, yet it carried resolute determination.

The training of Ghost Agents had long carved the word "loyalty" into their bones. Even in the face