Esper Harem in the Apocalypse-Chapter 942 Organization's Reaction

In the dimly lit command center, the elites responsible for the clandestine experiments watched in disbelief as reports flooded in about the devastating attack on their facility. Their faces twisted with a mix of shock, anger, and bewilderment. How could a single individual possess such power and singlehandedly dismantle their carefully crafted stronghold?

The screens before them displayed the wreckage left in the wake of Rudy's assault. The bodies of their once formidable super soldiers lay strewn across the floors of the labyrinthine facility. The room was filled with the eerie silence of their defeat.

Frantic whispers filled the air as the elites tried to piece together what had just unfolded. Their minds raced, struggling to comprehend how this solitary figure had managed to achieve what seemed impossible. They reviewed the surveillance footage, analyzing every frame in search of answers, but all they found was chaos and destruction.

"He must have had allies," one of the elites suggested, desperation lacing their voice. "No one person could have done this alone."

But their scans of the facility revealed no traces of outside interference, no signs of any secret accomplices. It was as if Rudy had materialized out of thin air, wreaking havoc and dismantling their empire.

"He had access to esper powers," another elite muttered, their voice tinged with fear. "Unparalleled abilities that defied our understanding."

Frustration and confusion filled the room as they realized the extent of their defeat. The elites exchanged glances, grappling with the notion that their fortress had been breached so easily. They were entangled in a web of questions, yearning for answers that seemed just beyond their reach.

One thing was certain – Rudy had left no trace of his identity behind. He had obliterated the labyrinthine facility, erasing any evidence that could lead back to him. It was as if he had anticipated their pursuit and ensured that his identity would remain an enigma.

"Maybe one of the test subjects awakened their powers thanks to their special blood traits and destroyed everything?" Someone suggested a possibility.

The top elites erupted into a storm of furious voices, their anger consuming them like a wildfire. They slammed their fists onto the table, veins bulging on their foreheads, as their shouts filled the room.

"He must pay for this! Find him! Find him now!" bellowed the leader, his voice thick with venom and rage. His face flushed crimson with fury, the intensity of his wrath causing his body to tremble.

The others, equally consumed by fury, paced the room, their eyes burning with a fervor that bordered on madness. They hurled accusations and threats, their words dripping with venomous intent.

"We will tear him limb from limb!" one elite hissed through clenched teeth, their hands curling into fists, knuckles turning white. "He will know the true meaning of suffering!"

Another elite, veins pulsating on their temples, smashed a nearby monitor with a swift strike of their hand. The shattered glass and twisted metal mirrored their seething emotions.

"He thinks he can challenge us? We will make an example of him!" an elite roared, their voice a thunderous growl that echoed through the room. The sheer force of their anger sent objects crashing to the ground, the room quivering under the weight of their fury.

As their rage reached its peak, the elites exchanged glances, their eyes burning with a shared determination. They had been humiliated, their authority undermined, and now vengeance was the only solace they sought.

"We will spare no expense, leave no stone unturned," the leader declared, his voice dripping with menace. "We will find him, and when we do, we will unleash a fate upon him that will make his every waking moment a living nightmare."

Their expressions twisted with a mix of vengeance and grim satisfaction. Their desire for retribution was palpable, their thirst for cruel justice insatiable. They reveled in the thought of inflicting pain upon the one who had dared challenge them.

In that room, amidst the wreckage and the echoes of their fury, a sinister resolve took hold. They swore an oath to track down the elusive figure responsible for the audacious attack, to hunt him down like a cornered animal, and deliver unto him a fate so cruel that it would echo through the ages.

With their minds consumed by vengeance, they dispersed, each elite tasked with a mission to uncover the truth and to bring about the retribution they so desperately craved. The air crackled with their collective determination, their furious steps echoing through the corridors, as they embarked on a relentless pursuit of the man who had dared to challenge their dominance.

With a heavy sigh, the elites acknowledged the enormity of their defeat, but swore to take revenge. They knew they would have to regroup, rebuild, and seek revenge against the force that had decimated their empire. But the road ahead seemed uncertain, filled with shadows and unanswered questions.

"We don't have to worry too much. Only one of our facilities was destroyed. We have many… many more…"

As the elites dispersed from the command center, a lingering sense of fear and determination settled within them. They would hunt for clues, tirelessly searching for the truth behind Rudy's powers and his motives. For they understood that until they unraveled the mystery of this singular figure, they would forever be haunted by the echoes of his unstoppable might.

The command center buzzed with frantic activity. Thousands of workers, clad in white coats and sporting furrowed brows, scurried about the cavernous room. Computer monitors flickered with lines of code, and stacks of documents piled high on desks. The tension in the air was palpable as everyone focused on the daunting task at hand – finding clues to unravel the mystery of the recent attack.

Seated at the top floor of the command center were three individuals, their expressions varying from stern concentration to thinly veiled frustration. Among them, George leaned over a console, eyes locked onto the screen, his fingers deftly manipulating the controls.

George was known for his meticulous nature, and when a puzzle presented itself, he relished the opportunity to piece it together. This was no different. He scrutinized the recovered footage of the attack, frame by frame, his eyes darting back and forth as he looked for even the smallest hint that might lead them to the assailant.

"Whoever you are… I will find you for sure…" he muttered.