Chapter 127
"You still have your memories? Why did you pretend you didn't have any memories of reincarnation before?"
Makuku couldn't help but say that of all the cycles of reincarnation, only this one was special.
It's hard not to have such doubts about him.
"Our memories have been erased, without a doubt," Angela said.
"... Your memories have all been erased, so how do you know that Time Reversal?" Makuku, utterly bewildered.
"As you can see, we have work logs in our company that record employees' memories. We rely on these memories to infer that you retraced your steps back in time."
Angela took out a journal and showed it to Makuku.
This memory could also be played back as a video, but that would be too time-consuming.
After observing carefully and finding that many things matched up from the employees' perspective, Makuku finally believed them.
Chapter Seven: The Foundation's Covert War [2 Updates]
Angela and Xiao Huasheng simultaneously stated a fact that puzzled Makuku.
"The Foundation seems to be making some strange moves, and we want to stop it."
Makuku was puzzled.
A logbook appeared before him; it was Ai Er Lan's logbook.
After carefully reading the log, Makuku's expression changed drastically.
"It's 610! 610 has been deployed here! Damn it!"
Upon hearing this, the two exchanged glances, clearly realizing it wasn't good news.
Over Siberia.
The black military helicopter tore through the wind and snow, the roar of its propellers swallowed by the thick clouds.
Inside the cabin, a faint red light flickered, illuminating four fully armed special forces members and the constantly trembling metal receiving container in the center.
It was a cylindrical container, its surface covered with the Foundation's standard biohazard markings.
But at this moment, those warning signs are being slowly eroded by a layer of sticky, dark red substance.
The 610 samples inside the container are wriggling.
Through the observation window, one could see that mass of flesh pulsating as if it were some kind of living thing.
It sometimes expands, filling the entire inner wall of the container, and sometimes contracts into a lump, piling up at the bottom as a disgusting paste of meat.
It wants to come out.
However, the extremely cold environment inside this container undoubtedly weakened some of its power.
"Twenty minutes to reach the target location." The pilot's voice came through the communicator, calm and mechanical.
The task force members remained silent, their fingers still on the triggers.
One of them stared intently at the container, when suddenly he noticed strange patterns beginning to appear on the surface of the mass of flesh.
The helicopter's searchlight swept across the frozen wasteland below, occasionally illuminating a few long-abandoned villages.
Among those ruins, a dark red, fungal-like substance could be vaguely seen covering the ground, like a scab forming on a wound.
The container suddenly shook violently.
"Temperature rising, continue cooling and suppressing." A team member's eyes were devoid of emotion as he simply pointed to the numbers flashing on the instrument panel.
A pale yellow pus began to seep from the inner wall of the container.
The mass of flesh seemed to sense its destination approaching; its writhing frequency increased, and it even began to rhythmically strike the container's weak points.
Thump, thump, thump.
However, its movement was quickly calmed down by being immersed in liquid nitrogen.
Subsequently, the team landed at a Foundation -owned airport with 610 and immediately transferred the sample to a specialized jet.
The blinding searchlights pierced the night, bathing the entire airport in a cold, white halo.
The towering walls were covered with barbed wire, and there was a watchtower every ten meters. Fully armed security personnel stood silently, their eyes cold and vigilant behind night-vision goggles.
On the runway, the Foundation's logo was painted in every key location.
On the tarmac, in cargo bays, at fuel depots, and even next to ground guide lights.
The enormous bio-symbol glowed ominously under the lights, warning all unauthorized personnel to stay away.
610 is definitely one of the top-tier biochemical substances, and you can never be too careful.
At the finish line of the procession.
A modified C-17 transport plane is parked in a designated area with its rear hatch wide open.
Members of the Mobile Task Force, dressed in full protective suits, stood in formation, their weapons all on safety, ready to fire at any moment.
The task force, carrying 610, handed over the samples.
610 was transferred to a more secure container.
The red warning lights on both sides of the runway began to rotate, staining the entire scene with a bloody hue.
Ground crew quickly evacuated to a safe area, replaced by more heavily armed guards who sealed off every entrance and exit, ensuring that not even a fly could pass without being detected.
All that remained in the eyes of the guards was their cold gaze.
It seemed as if their humanity had been stripped away and destroyed, and nothing could stir any emotion in them.
Everything here operates like a machine.
Beside the transport plane, a specially designed isolation compartment was being slowly pushed into the fuselage by a hydraulic system.
The surface of the cabin was covered with a thick layer of lead and reinforced glass, and dull thuds could be heard constantly coming from inside.
Occasionally, dark red mucus splatters onto the observation window, but it is quickly scraped away by the built-in cleaning system.
In the distance, behind the glass windows of the control tower, several blurry figures were closely monitoring everything.
The night wind whipped up dust from the runway, blowing past the silent guards and their cold weapons.
On this night, completely controlled by the Foundation, this unspeakable terror is being carefully packaged and prepared for its final destination.
"According to the prophecy, Bishop, evil is about to descend upon this town."
The nun stood before Ai Er Lan's hometown, gazing at everything before her, and began to speak.
"What is the exact timeframe of the prophecy?" the cardinal asked, constantly touching the relic in her hand, hoping it could complete the precise cleansing.
"It's unclear; prophecies are always like that."
The nun spoke.
"Then let's prepare as soon as possible. Cleansing this evil shouldn't be too dangerous," the cardinal said, leading the nuns to pray and preparing a sermon for the town in preparation for the impending arrival of evil.
They had to warn the people here that danger was about to strike and that now was not the time to stay in the town.
But just then, behind the two of them...
From among the camouflaged trees, countless black gun barrels protruded.
Just as they were about to disappear into the distance, terrifying firepower poured down on their backs!
Gunshots rang out on the silent forest path, the whistling sound of bullets tearing through the air piercing the twilight.
The cardinal was the first to be hit, and several bursts of blood instantly erupted from her back.
She staggered forward, the relic flying from her hand.
"?!?!"
The nun turned around abruptly, her pupils shrinking.
Her lips had barely parted, and before she could speak, the second round of shooting had already begun.
The bullet pierced her chest and abdomen, and the enormous impact threw her to the ground.
She struggled to crawl toward the fallen relic, but a bullet pierced her skull, instantly exploding her head.
"Foundation... Foundation ..." The cardinal saw the other person's appearance clearly, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and struggled to prop himself up.
Her red robe was soaked with blood, which pooled beneath her, forming a dark red lake that continued to expand.
In the bushes, Foundation agents dressed in camouflage calmly changed magazines.
The nun is dead.
The cardinal, protected by a sacred relic, gasped for breath, but the protection wasn't very strong, and she would eventually die.
From this point on her body, she could see the view on the other side.
"Why..." The cardinal's voice grew weaker and weaker, until finally, after another bullet struck her heart, she fell silent.
The Horizon Initiative and the Foundation have a collaborative relationship, so why would the Foundation do this?
Chapter 8: The Balance of Offense and Defense [1st Update]
Her vision began to blur, and in her last moments of consciousness, she saw Foundation agents emerge from the bushes, their boots making a sticky sound as they stepped into the pool of blood.
An agent bent down, picked up the cross, and casually tossed it into a lead containment box.
The moment the lid closed, a faint glimmer of light could be seen on the surface of the relic before it went out.
"Clean up the scene," the team leader said into the communicator. "Target is silent, relic contained."
The cardinal stared wide-eyed, then died a gruesome death on the spot.
Beside her lay the nun's corpse, with only half her head remaining.
They died without ever knowing why the Foundation had done these things to them.
In the pool of blood, the nun's fingers twitched one last time before finally coming to rest.
The setting sun cast long shadows of the two corpses, while the distant town remained quiet and peaceful, completely unaware of the impending disaster.
The scene was subsequently cleaned up by other personnel.
Everything is normal here.
Currently at Ai Er Lan's home.
Anna stared blankly at Ai Er Lan's photo, lost in thought.
At this moment, Lily quietly hugged her waist.
"..."
Anna gazed at Ai Er Lan's photo, stroking it silently.
Just outside the house, a red-haired Angel appeared.
"What should we do next?" she couldn't help but ask.
"Let's wait and see," Angela responded.
The two men staked out this location before being deployed here on June 10th.
But both of them were still very uneasy.
If they were to fight each other against the Foundation, who knows what the final outcome would be?
They had already heard quite a bit about the future from Makuku.
The news of the Foundation's plan to destroy the world was what shocked them the most.
Deep down, the Angel still harbored a sliver of hope that none of this would happen.
Perhaps none of these future events will actually happen.
However, the Time Reversal they had just experienced made them believe that the possibility was extremely slim.
They hid to one side like that.