Flesh Puppet

As Lina and Luoer drove toward the rift valley, a fly clung to the crack in the car window, peering inside.

It was now December. Given Beiluo City's latitude, temperatures had long since dropped several degrees below zero. Flies could not possibly appear outdoors.

Yet this fly had drawn in its limbs, looking as if it were dead—perfectly normal.

But that was not the case. It was actually the puppet of an overseas scout from the Patrol Division, monitoring the two people inside.

The scout's name was Wu Kun. At the moment, he was hiding in an apartment.

The apartment's owner had just fled, making it the perfect hiding place for him.

He had the typical appearance of a Caucasian white man, but his ancestors for ten generations had all been Eastern Continent People.

He would not feel any sympathy for these Western Continent People just because he resembled them.

In fact, Western Continent People themselves would not go easy on their compatriots merely because they looked alike.

He had already intercepted crucial information. The conversation between the two members of the Western Continent Handling Bureau proved that they had indeed orchestrated this incident.

It seemed they did not care much if the Eastern Continent learned the truth.

He even understood that perhaps they wanted people like them to know.

If they watched them die, then before dying, they would still have enough power to drag everyone down with them.

This was merely a small tactic.

Wu Kun did not dwell on it. He continued tracking the two, wanting to find out what they intended to do with the black people they had captured. Soon, through the fly puppet's vision, he saw the truck arrive at the Great Rift Valley before driving down a slope toward the lake at its