Comprehension Ability: Creating the Five Thunders Technique in Reality-Chapter 1080 - 543: That Bothersome Guy—It’s Fine If I Kill Him, Right?_2

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As they walked, the two started chatting. Xia Luyao tried to change the previous awkward topic and asked, "Do you think Flying Eagle and the others were really taken by that mysterious person?"

Lin Beichen pondered for a moment and answered truthfully, "I think they must have been, after all, those explosions seemed to have been anticipated by the mysterious person." When asked how he was so sure, he simply replied, "Instinct."

Meanwhile, Asia stared intently at the surveillance footage on the tablet, his brows tightly furrowed.

He realized that Xia Luyao's keen intuition was extraordinary, able to detect being watched.

He tried to pull up their images again, but got nothing. They seemed to have vanished from the base.

This made Asia suspicious, wondering if someone was secretly interfering.

In another mysterious place, Siphet and Watanabe Misan were observing the base's surveillance network through a computer.

There seemed to be a subtle competitive relationship between the two.

Watanabe Misan said mockingly, "It seems you're quite interested in this arrogant guy."

Siphet responded calmly, "Don't underestimate your enemies."

Their conversation revealed a complex atmosphere, suggesting there were more stories waiting to be unveiled.

"Do you understand computers now?" Watanabe Misan returned to her usual cocky attitude, clearly feeling that the boss decided to spare her this time.

Siphet ignored her, this difficult yet talented woman just stood silently at the computer desk, readjusting the surveillance footage.

"I'm really curious, how dare you, a sniper, step into this base?"

A bloodied man crossed his arms, looked playfully at a trembling soldier in front of him.

The soldier was so terrified he couldn't speak properly, "It was... it was the officer who ordered me to come... I didn't want to come at all!"

Paxton frowned at the soldier's disgusting cowardice, the smile on his face gradually disappearing.

"Who's your superior? Why would they let a sniper enter this place?" His voice turned icy and sharp, as if he could erupt and kill at any moment.

The sniper tried to negotiate for a chance of survival.

However, the murderous intent in Paxton's eyes exploded, frightening the sniper into a cold sweat.

He pleaded, "I really don't know, I'm just a small soldier, I know nothing about the matters of the superiors."

"Tell me, who's your superior?" Paxton's voice was filled with murderous intent, making the sniper feel as if suffocated by fear. Just then, a gunshot rang out, and a flash of blood brushed past the sniper's head.

Paxton looked angrily at the newcomer, only to see a righteous-looking uniformed man stepping out, it was he who fired the shot.

The man had no murderous intent towards Paxton, otherwise he couldn't have hidden until now.

"I'm sorry, Colonel Paxton, I'm afraid you won't find the information you're looking for." The man said seriously. Paxton's pupils narrowed, he had heard of this man during his time in the army, back then he could only look up at his back.

"My name is known to you?" Paxton sneered, looking at the man in front of him.

The man had a look of compassion on his face, as if he were an incorruptible person. He spoke, "Colonel Paxton, I'm sorry to hear about your past experiences."

However, Paxton interrupted him, "I haven't said anything yet." His voice was filled with disgust and hatred, as if he held a deep grudge against the person in front of him. He stared at the man and said word by word, "You knew everything from the start, didn't you?"

The man was silent for a moment, the righteousness on his face vanished without a trace, replaced by a wicked smile, "Yes, Colonel Paxton, over the years, your brains have indeed become more useful." He continued, "We never expected you to have such abilities after you went mad, so we never tried to find you. If we had known you would become an obstacle, we should have tossed a grenade and killed you the day we found you."

Paxton showed no expression, but felt sorrow in his heart.

He felt sorrow for the place he had been loyal to for many years, for it had never truly valued him.

"I used to think you were really high above, thought that was your gift, thought I was really weak." He slowly loaded the bullet, pointing the gun at the man, "Later I realized, in fact, there's only one true genius in the world, and you are nothing but slightly prominent among ordinary people."

Paxton pulled the trigger, the man accepted everything calmly. He knew he was no match for Paxton, but it was too late. He didn't understand who provided the wrong information, causing him to die here.

If he could find that person... he would tear them to shreds.

Of course, that depended on whether he could survive until then.

With the sound of a gunshot, the man fell to the ground.

...

What appeared before Lin Beichen and Xia Luyao was an empty ecological sanctuary.

"It's hard to imagine, someone could create such a place without the world knowing," Lin Beichen marveled, he could even see a little rabbit chasing a butterfly. Xia Luyao also felt a sense of relief, but she still remembered her mission.

"So... Flying Eagle and the others were really taken by the mysterious person's men?" She frowned and asked Lin Beichen.

Lin Beichen carefully compared the map in his hand, then nodded heavily.

Xia Luyao felt a headache, "Looks like when we go back, they'll need more training..." she decided, "Train them to the same level as me."

Upon hearing this, Lin Beichen mourned for Flying Eagle and the others for three seconds in his heart.

Truth be told, Flying Eagle and others weren't too weak this time, it was just that their enemy was too strong. Even Xia Luyao was still waiting to be rescued by Lin Beichen... Lin Beichen stood there, selectively forgetting the recent defeats upon arrival.

At this time, Siphet and Watanabe Misan were still monitoring everything. Watanabe Misan's irritation was palpable: "I say, let's just rush in and kill all those rookies."

But Siphet was calmer, "The boss has his own ideas, we better not criticize carelessly." She warned.

However, Watanabe Misan didn't take this phrase seriously, instead, she mocked Siphet. The murderous intent in Siphet's body gradually gathered, but Watanabe Misan remained oblivious.

Until the moment Siphet fired, she realized the seriousness of the situation. Luckily, her instinctive retreat saved her life.

"I firmly believe that life with value should be respected by us." Siphet stated her views with a steady tone.

Watanabe Misan's eyes widened, staring incredulously at Siphet, she noticed Siphet's progress far exceeded her imagination.

However, a mocking smile quietly emerged on her face: "Siphet, has your progress been so quick that it's making you complacent?"

Her eyes flickered with malice, her tone filled with provocation: "When did you dare to speculate on the boss's intentions?"

Facing Watanabe Misan's ridicule, Siphet did not show any panic, instead an impatient expression spread across her face.

She pulled the trigger without hesitation, the bullet instantly pierced through the unprotected body of Watanabe Misan. Watanabe Misan's eyes widened and she fell powerlessly to the ground.

Siphet coldly observed the enemy who used to trouble her greatly, her tone was cold and firm, "Her existence would only disturb me, killing her, there's no problem, right?"

A detached voice came through the earpiece, "No."

Siphet walked to Watanabe Misan's side, removed the communication device from her ear, and turned it off. There was no excess expression on her face, only sorrow for Watanabe Misan's foolish behavior.

...

"I'm sorry to tell you, today will be the end of your life." Asia looked at the man with the aquiline nose in front of him and declared his fate with regret.

The aquiline-nosed man held his recording device tightly, yet he was completely unaware that Asia had already controlled the surveillance, recording his words.