She is a natural disaster.

Chapter 16 The Mastermind

Meanwhile, in a heavily guarded tower far from the upper city.

A long-haired man dressed in black stood respectfully at the laboratory entrance, his hands hanging at his sides, his body slightly bowed forward.

The man in black had maintained this posture for a long time, but he dared not utter a single complaint, nor did he dare to show even the slightest sign of fatigue.

After an unknown amount of time, the sturdy, heavy door of the laboratory finally opened, and a man wearing a specially made protective suit walked out.

"Sir," the man in black said respectfully.

"Hmm." The man in the special protective suit didn't even glance at her and continued walking forward.

The heavy, airtight protective suit can conceal a man's identity and age, but it cannot conceal the authority and composure of someone in a position of power.

The man in black followed behind the man with utmost respect, his body still slightly bowed forward, his whole demeanor as humble as that of a lowly servant.

"Sir, the mission has failed," the man in black said.

The man in front stopped and turned to look at the man in black, a look that seemed to carry a hint of reproach.

With just one glance, the man in black was terrified. He bent over even more, his long hair falling down his temples and obscuring his pale face.

"Do you think I don't know the mission failed? Those three idiots had no chance of succeeding," the man said, his tone dripping with disdain. "What I want is the observation results."

After saying that, the man continued walking forward, and the man in black quickly followed.

"Sir, based on our observations, the danger rating of the transcendent named Blatt in the apartment building is man-made disaster," the man in black said.

"Man-made disaster?" The man didn't stop and continued walking forward. "That old bastard Bill Montagu certainly values ​​his good-for-nothing son."

“Yes, sir,” the man in black said. “If we can capture Mike Montagu, we’ll definitely be able to pry that old bastard Bill’s mouth open.”

The man nodded and said succinctly, "Continue."

"Yes, sir." The man in black continued to report his observations, "The abuser who follows Mike Montagu is rated as highly dangerous."

The man walking in front didn't speak; Rupert Courtney, with his high-risk rating, was just a piece of cake in his eyes.

Anastasia Angel—

Upon hearing the name, the man walking in front seemed suddenly intrigued and asked, "What's her danger rating?"

The man in black looked troubled, cold sweat beading on his forehead. He said, "Sir, we cannot accurately determine Angel's danger level at this time; it should be—"

"Should?" The man in front stopped again, seemingly dissatisfied with the black-clad man's work performance.

The man in black quickly explained, "Sir, Hall didn't cause Angel any trouble. He died too quickly. We can only speculate based on the circumstances at the time. Angel's rating was probably also due to human error."

"Those bunch of incompetent bastards in the Investigation Bureau wanted to use me to eliminate a man-made disaster, but they didn't even give me a single useful piece of information. They really know how to do business."

When the man mentioned the Bureau of Abnormal Investigations, his tone was full of disdain, as if in his eyes, this behemoth that was in charge of superhumans was nothing more than a piece of cake.

The man continued, "If that Angel knows what's good for him, we'll recruit him; if he doesn't, we'll throw him into the sea to feed the fish."

"Yes, sir," the man in black said respectfully.

The man in the heavy protective suit continued walking forward, and the man in black wisely did not follow, even though he still had a question to ask.

If Anastasia Angel's danger rating is not man-made, but rather a natural disaster, could fish in the sea really kill a natural disaster?

The man in black was startled by his own sudden thought. How could Angel's danger rating be a natural disaster?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Anastasia Angel could not possibly be a natural disaster.

Gloria had never seen such a young Calamity unless she had been contaminated in the womb, causing the mutation.

Furthermore, who has ever seen a natural disaster become a private investigator? Especially in a godforsaken place like the Old Town? And living in a run-down place like Angel Street?

The man in black was certain, absolutely certain, and unequivocally certain that Anastasia Angel's danger rating was definitely not at the level of a natural disaster, and might not even reach the level of a man-made calamity. She was likely the kind of transcendent being skilled in combat.

After much deliberation, the man in black finally made a decision in his heart.

If Angel's danger rating doesn't reach the level of man-made disaster, then eliminate her directly; if her danger rating truly is man-made disaster, then she must be eliminated even more.

Leaving aside the cost of recruiting a superhuman at the level of a man-made disaster, what is the point of recruiting such a superhuman? Is it to threaten one's position in the organization, or to replace one's position?

The man in black had no intention of recruiting anyone, not at all. There were already many people vying for his position; he didn't need another Anastasia Angel.

At this moment, in a luxury apartment along the river boulevard.

Anastasia sat curled up on the sofa, her pale legs bent to her chest, her chin resting on her knees.

The half-asleep private investigator was unaware that someone planned to throw her into the sea to feed the fish, and even less aware that the mastermind behind the attack on Montague wanted to recruit her.

Even if Anastasia knew all this, she would just laugh it off. She was indeed eager to unravel her own mysteries, but she wasn't someone she could cooperate with just anyone. She had her own standards for doing things.

If Mike Montagu were a ruthless bully, Anastasia would still protect him to fulfill her mission, but she would never be as talkative as she was tonight, would not give him a choice, and would not reveal any information related to the Beyonders.

Outside the window, the moon still hung high in the sky, and a faint glimmer of light appeared on the distant horizon, foreshadowing the approaching dawn.

Anastasia, curled up on the sofa, was breathing evenly, but she hadn't fallen asleep. Her ears were perked up, and she could clearly hear Mike tossing and turning in the bedroom, like he was pan-frying on the bed.

For an ordinary person like Mike Montagu, killing one's own kind is not a pleasant experience.

Mike tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep soundly, and in his half-awake state, he kept seeing Danny Knight's ashen face.

After a long time, the sky gradually brightened, and dawn was approaching. The rustling sounds of tossing and turning in the bedroom stopped, and Mike finally fell asleep.

Compared to Mike, who was as slumped over like a pancake, Anastasia slept much better. She remained curled up on the sofa from the depths of night until dawn, without moving an inch, just like a delicate doll.

The crisp chirping of birds awakens the morning and drifts into the riverside apartment building.

Anastasia suddenly opened her eyes and quickly surveyed the layout and furnishings of the apartment.

Immediately afterwards, she got up and went to the bathroom, quickly washed up, took off Mike's shirt, and changed into her own clothes.

As Anastasia returned to the living room, a sudden, loud knocking sounded at the door. Anastasia looked at the closed door and saw the person outside pounding on it.

"Montague, you bastard!"

The person knocking on the door was a woman, and her voice sounded very young.

"I've been working at the police station all night, and you're just sleeping soundly at home. You won't even open the door for me."

Anastasia walked to the door, raised her hand and opened it. Standing outside was a young and beautiful woman with fiery red hair that looked like leaping flames.

The woman outside the door froze, her right hand, which had been knocking, hanging in mid-air. Her bright face showed a mixture of embarrassment and slight anger, suggesting she had misunderstood the relationship between Anastasia and Mike.

After all, young master Montague had a notorious reputation for womanizing, and even the people who attacked him knew to use a honey trap to seduce him.

Early in the morning, a sweet-looking woman opened the door to the Montague young master's apartment, a scene that could easily lead to misunderstandings.

"Come in." Anastasia stepped aside and invited the woman outside the door in.

The woman outside lowered her right hand, which had been frozen in mid-air, but didn't enter the apartment. She said, "Did I come at the wrong time?"

As she said this, the woman's expression was very unnatural, as if she wanted to get angry, but she did not take it out on Anastasia, who opened the door.

This made Anastasia begin to wonder what the relationship was between the woman outside the door and Mike.

"You've misunderstood," Anastasia explained, a rare occurrence for her. "Mike and I have a purely professional relationship."

Just then, Mike, who had been awakened by the knocking, came out of the bedroom.

Mike yawning, Anastasia standing at the door, and the glamorous woman banging on the door—something just didn't look right.

"Anatasia Angel, the priest introduced her to protect me." Mike first pointed to Anatasia, then to the woman outside the door, "Jolena Joyce, a detective from the Upper Town Police Department."

Anastasia glanced curiously at Jolina outside the door and said, "Hello, Anastasia."

Qiao Lina, who was outside the door, realized that she had misunderstood. Her bright face turned bright red, almost to the point of bleeding. She wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

With a flushed face, Jolina said awkwardly, "Hello, I'm Jolina. I've heard the priest mention you."

It's that old geezer, Father Lawrence, again.

Anastasia was in the new city, but she felt as if that old geezer was right next to her; he was everywhere.

"You two talk." Anastasia left the doorway and turned back into the living room.

Soon, Mike and Jolena also came over.

Mike was clearly still half asleep; he felt like he had just lain down when the knocking woke him up.

As young Master Montagu yawned, he listened to the beautiful and charming female detective complain about how hard she had worked that night.

Anastasia looked at Jolina with curiosity again. There were many detectives in the police station, but female detectives were extremely rare. Not to mention detectives, even female police officers were scarce.

In Gloria, being a police officer is not a popular job among young people. Every year, many people graduate from the police academy, but only half of them actually enter the police force.

The police officers in the new town have a very hard job. They not only have to patrol at night, but the police station also has high requirements for their case-solving rate. If they fail to meet the target, their bonuses will be deducted.

Police officers in the old city don't have to worry about the crime-solving rate, but their personal safety is not guaranteed at all. Even when walking on the street in broad daylight, they have to worry about someone suddenly jumping out and stabbing them.

For strong and healthy men, being a police officer is not only tough but also poorly paid. If you happen to be assigned to a police station in the old city, it's better to resign as soon as possible for the sake of your safety.

For women who are relatively physically weak, it's better to marry a well-off man and become a housewife than to work hard in the police station.

Therefore, Anastasia was very curious about this female detective.

Why did Jolene Joyce become a police officer, and how did she become a detective?

Was it because she worked hard enough and was promoted for her merits, or was it due to the help of Father Lawrence or other people?