The culprit actually came back.
Fran hurriedly yanked out the cable connecting her tablet and the computer, restoring the computer screen to its original state.
At the same moment the door was pushed open, Lucia dragged her into the large wardrobe.
This wardrobe was nearly empty—after all, nobody would bring many clothes to a place like this—so it could easily fit both of them, and maybe even serve as a spot for an ambush.
But who knew if they could actually take on the enemy? The person was skilled enough to infiltrate the Association for a heist, so they were probably a modified freak, or maybe even a cadre from some evil organization.
As an ordinary person, Lucia knew she didn’t stand a chance at all.
A woman with water-blue long hair and a purple bodysuit walked in from outside the door…
Truly, enemies cross paths in narrow alleys—Nyx recognized the newcomer at once. It was that Fourth Calamity cadre, Ps·ycho.
“Hm?”
She seemed to sense something, frowning as she looked around.
Fortunately, the bunker was dimly lit. The only light in the room came from a lamp on the table, so she didn’t spot anything amiss, probably just thinking it was her imagination.
But then, she hurried to sit down at the computer.
Even though Fran hadn’t left any traces on the computer, she still felt nervous—if she’d overlooked anything, she and Lucia would be in serious danger.
However, Ps·ycho simply opened a surveillance video.
“Pure White Storm, heh heh, let me see where you are?”
Nyx pulled up Ps·ycho’s file on Fran’s tablet.
It included her personality, abilities, and her perversion index.
Ha, a cadre from an evil organization infiltrates a resort to chase after a hero?
Fran raised a brow as she read Ps·ycho’s info.
There was a reason why the Fourth Calamity was called “the Asylum.” That group was famous for doing things even other villain organizations didn’t dare, their actions totally illogical, yet they were powerful and influential—each member a genius in the world of lunatics…
[Nyx is preparing to notify Clara to come support you two. If necessary, please step out and stall her, buy us some time.]
Hey, how are we supposed to stall her?
You’re not asking us to step out of the wardrobe and face her head-on, are you?
She’s a cadre! She could kill us both in a snap!
Lucia’s eyes were full of reluctance, and Fran didn’t think she had any chance either.
She’d never met Ps·ycho before, but just seeing the two huge horns on her head—like the Commander-in-Chief’s—she knew this was someone not to be trifled with.
The two inside the wardrobe couldn’t speak, only exchange glances, and had no choice but to obey Nyx’s instructions on the tablet, forced into a passive role.
Still, thanks to Nyx, they could monitor what was happening outside from inside the wardrobe.
The image wasn’t as clear as security footage, but with radar scans and Nyx’s post-processing, they could still make out a blurry picture.
At that moment, Ps·ycho seemed to have found footage of Pure White Storm, staring at the screen with intense concentration, her head leaning closer and closer, looking every bit the crazed hero fangirl.
Isn’t that woman supposed to be a monster?
Lucia thought of her elder brother.
There was never any rule that monsters couldn’t fall for heroes, but her big brother Squire always avoided any contact with heroes.
Though he’d gotten along with Clara-senpai last time, that was only because she herself acted as a bridge… Or maybe it was the special camaraderie between squids?
Whatever the case, the woman outside was definitely a special exception.
“Ssshaa ssshaa, Lord Pure White Storm is so charming today too! I can’t take it anymore! I want to tie the White Cat up and bring her here right now…”
“That little thing named Clara. She keeps stealing my alone time with Lord Pure White Storm… She even dares to provoke our organization openly, I’ll have to capture and torture her good…”
She really guessed it! This woman is totally jealous of Clara-senpai?!
“Heh heh, the preparations are complete. So, what will you do next?”
Ps·ycho muttered dangerous words and grinned wickedly at the screen.
Fran and Lucia perked up their ears. Was there really such a person who would mutter secrets to herself, even when alone?
A true villain’s self-cultivation.
They still didn’t know what she planned to do exactly.
A Fourth Calamity cadre appearing at Moonsea Resort was definitely bad news.
But on the other hand, she was trapped by the solar storm too—if they could seize the initiative, they might just take her down. Even if the Fourth Calamity wanted to send backup, Ordo Bimos wouldn’t be able to travel under such strong solar storms…
So this was a chance!
Even though they couldn’t communicate, all three were united in the resolve to take down Ps·ycho right here.
But if she was staying at this hideout, there had to be other accomplices in the resort.
Fran didn’t want to admit it, but she could only reach one conclusion—
There was a mole in the company.
This was Netmel’s branch office’s property, and Netmel and the Fourth Calamity had always been rivals. With business competition that fierce, forget cooperation—if they met and didn’t end up fighting, it would make headlines.
Just as they were worrying about being discovered, Ps·ycho sat in front of the computer without moving for ages, glued to her chair.
What on earth was she watching?
Wasn’t all that just Nyx’s fake footage?
As if reading Fran’s doubt, the tablet screen also switched video feeds.
It started showing a behind-the-scenes video of Sista in a white shirt and tailored shorts on the beach.
Hm? Not surveillance footage?
And when was this shot?
They’d only arrived at the resort yesterday afternoon—there wouldn’t have been such perfect sunlight, and the four members of the Sigma Series had been sent straight to the infirmary on arrival. There was no way they could’ve shot this kind of footage.
[These are fake videos created with CG, just made.]
Such realistic fake videos? And made on the spot?
Fran was once again shaken by Nyx’s terrifying capabilities.
Outside the wardrobe, Ps·ycho’s madness advanced to the next stage.
She paused the video, started kissing Sista’s face on the computer screen, and even twisted her body while panting heavily—her mental state was clearly unstable.
Such a pervert—perfectly in line with people’s image of the Fourth Calamity.
Though Ps·ycho was the culprit they were after, witnessing her indecent actions left the two in the wardrobe feeling like they’d violated someone’s privacy.
Ps·ycho yanked down the zipper of her bodysuit, exposing full, round, unspeakable things. Just as things seemed about to spiral into an unprintable direction—
A shrill ringtone cut short the farce.
Lucia and Fran tensed up, but then realized it was just Ps·ycho’s phone ringing on the table.
The capable Super AI Nyx had already silenced both Fran and Lucia’s phones.
“Tsk, what a mood killer.”
Ps·ycho even clicked her tongue in annoyance.
She had no idea she’d just been saved from utter disgrace by that phone call.
Due to the strong solar storm, it was impossible to make calls between different stations. Quantum network was too expensive, so only calls within the same station via local base stations were possible.
So if she’d gotten a call, it meant she definitely had an accomplice at the resort.
“Decided to move tonight? Why? Isn’t everything ready?”
“Haven’t picked a target yet?”
“As long as I get Pure White Storm, I don’t care… Of course, I can take out that bratty magical girl, too…”
“I’m not impatient. I’ll help you with your preparations over here.”
Tonight, they seemed to be planning something?
There was a courage-testing event planned for tonight’s livestream—was she aiming to kidnap Sista then?
With only one side of the conversation, it was impossible to figure out the plan, especially since Ps·ycho’s tone was now full of impatience after being interrupted at a critical moment.
“I won’t interfere in this operation—this is your game.”
Leaning back in her chair, she put her long legs up on the table.
Ps·ycho continued:
“So, you just keep playing your role, Pr·edator.”
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