Although Fang Zheng had stormed out, ready to settle the score with that bitch, when he stood atop a skyscraper and looked down at Manhattan, brightly lit below amid flames and smoke, he realized something.
He couldn't find that damned bitch.
If the other party had used magic or superpowers, Fang Zheng could have locked onto her as long as he remembered her wavelength. Even if she hid in the Earth's core, he could drag her out. Unfortunately, the power used by this woman called EVE was not an externally projected type at all. Strictly speaking, it was more like a bat's ultrasound, an electric eel's shock, or a mantis shrimp's railgun—a biological ability.
There was no way to track that.
Fang Zheng searched with Ratziel. First was Melissa—hmm, no such person found. That made sense. Whatever had happened before, the woman named Melissa probably no longer existed in this world.
Then came EVE—again, no such person found. Of course not. It probably wasn't her officially registered name.
Fang Zheng also searched for mitochondria, only to be driven back by the billions of results that instantly appeared.
That woman also seemed quite clever. Unlike many bosses, she had not arrogantly flown around in the sky. Fang Zheng even used his Personal Terminal to search for life-sign readings... then gave up in frustration. There were simply too many people in Manhattan, and whatever that woman was, she was ultimately still human. It would be difficult to find her through life-sign scans alone.
Meanwhile, Manhattan itself was in complete chaos.
Having been suddenly attacked by monsters, people hurriedly tried to flee by car. However, ever since the biohazard leak in Raccoon City, the United States government had long since prepared all kinds of contingency plans. Perhaps to prevent something similar from happening