Under the moonlight, it couldn't even be called a corpse; it looked more like a mass of matter reshaped by some force.
The bones were twisted at gruesome angles, defying human anatomy.
It was as if an invisible hand had kneaded it like clay, and the muscles and fascia had been crushed by an indescribable force.
It had mixed with dirt and congealed dark blood, forming an unidentifiable puddle of sludge.
If she weren't currently inhabiting Goluthos's inhuman body, Serie felt she would have vomited from the horrifying sight.
How did it turn into this?
Serie's understanding was severely shaken!
She had expected Chloe to simply deliver a clean, fatal shot at most.
But the sight before her... this was absolutely not something a firearm could cause!
It was like being run over by a truck...
No, even worse, it was more like... being instantly crushed by the terrifying water pressure thousands of meters deep in the ocean.
How did Chloe do this?
Is this an Abnormality's ability?
Is she not human?
Then why does she keep it hidden every day?
I'll have to ask her another day!
Serie felt suspicious, but what followed was an inexplicable sense of relief and admiration.
Chloe is kind; she fights for the suffering people of Saint Martan.
This initial intention shines with the brilliance of humanity, but kindness absolutely does not equal weakness!
The mass of matter before her was Chloe Soledano's answer—for scum, for traitors, for the cancerous growths within the organization, her iron fist and resolve far exceeded Serie's imagination!
Hidden beneath her gentle exterior was a ruthless decisiveness as cold as an abyss.
This was precisely the indispensable cornerstone of a resistance leader!
That's more like it!
Serie secretly praised her, then turned to leave.
Suddenly, she remembered something...
Frost's ability felt quite powerful, similar to the "Nothingness that ignores all obstacles" from Serie's previous options.
Frost seemed to possess a phantom ability that allowed him to switch between void and reality and temporarily ignore physical collisions!
However, Frost was also quite something.
With such a seemingly abnormal ability, he hadn't even used it before Lucas shot him down from behind.
He didn't even get a chance to use it before he died.
So, the question is... Goluthos's "Wasteful Devour," after devouring anything, not only gains Gluttony Counts that can enhance attributes but also acquires the characteristics or abilities of the devoured item.
In other words, Goluthos might be able to claim this unique ability... for herself?!
However, looking at the puddle of matter on the ground, emanating a mix of sweat, blood, and dirt.
Serie's appetite instantly dropped to freezing point.
Goluthos could chew iron and steel, but this thing...
This had already gone beyond the scope of food, directly challenging Serie's aesthetic and physiological bottom line.
It's too disgusting... I can't bring myself to eat it!
Serie controlled Goluthos to squat beside Frost's remains, her brows furrowed.
She urgently needed a way to temporarily preserve this "ingredient" containing valuable abilities.
She couldn't actually find a freezer and stuff it in, could she?
Just as that thought flashed by!
The puddle of matter on the ground, as if erased by an invisible eraser, vanished into thin air!
Serie was startled and immediately called up the panel in her consciousness.
Her gaze swept across the "Items" interface—
Besides the Ghastly Rabbit Mask and Evil Rabbit Mask, a new icon now appeared: a twisted and blurry human silhouette!
The label was concise and cold: [Abnormality Remains: Frost].
Serie couldn't help but widen her eyes!
So... even the corpses of Abnormalities could be recognized as "items" and stored?!
This function was practically a tailor-made preservative for her!
She immediately had Billie and Zoya try to put the unconscious Lucas and Boris inside too.
Hmm... no, living ones can't be stored.
But it's enough!
It perfectly solved the storage and preservation problem, eliminating the awkwardness of decomposing and stinking corpses.
Serie happily decided to return home.
As for the two unconscious traitors on the ground... she had her own plans.
At the same time, on the edge of the New Reclamation Area, at the Saint Martan checkpoint.
"You won't let us in?!"
Elena's furious roar almost tore through the night sky, her emerald eyes burning with fire, "Give me a reason! According to the treaty signed between Saint Martan and the Control Bureau, we can enter Saint Martan territory to search for internationally wanted criminals with prior notice."
"I've been here before, don't try to fool me!"
"Miss Elena! Calm down!" Jared desperately pulled her arm, his voice trembling as he growled, cold sweat soaking his back.
"Reason?" The leading Saint Martan Soldier folded his arms, a look of undisguised contempt on his face.
"This is the territory of Saint Martan! It's not for you people from the Control Bureau to dictate! If we say you can't enter, you can't enter! When can you enter? Go back and wait for notification!"
Not only were his words contemptuous, but he even playfully tugged at the corner of his eye.
"How about you try again tomorrow? Maybe I'll let you in then? Hahaha!"
Yes, Elena, as Billie's father's sister, naturally had some Asian ancestry. Although she had brown hair and emerald green eyes, her facial features were softer, more in line with Asian aesthetic preferences, with an oriental charm.
"Bastard!" Elena heard the Soldier's brazen mockery, violently shook off Jared, her fists clenching with cracking sounds, wishing she could smash that arrogant face with one punch.
"Don't be impulsive!" Jared was terrified, dragging and pulling this furious A-Class superior away from the dangerous area.
This Iron Lady from the Australia branch really dared to act!
But the people opposite were also desperadoes who really dared to shoot!
In such an lawless place, the identity of a Control Bureau A-Class Employee would at most result in a pension!
The relationship between Saint Martan and the Control Bureau... was very complex.
Because it involved politics.
The Control Bureau was very accomplished in dealing with Abnormalities, but dealing with countries that had legitimate independent sovereignty internationally...
They had to plan carefully.
Jared could only drag Elena, who was seething with anger, back to a dilapidated hotel near the border.
"Calm down, calm down... Tomorrow, tomorrow I will definitely find a way!"
"If worst comes to worst, I'll contact Dr. Lynette again and use some high-level connections..." Jared wiped cold sweat, nervously soothing the volcano that could erupt at any moment; he didn't want to be a punching bag for this furious grand-aunt.
Elena was an A-Class Employee; if she really beat him up to vent her anger, Jared would have nowhere to complain.
"Hmph! A bunch of damned dagoes!" Elena slammed the door shut, leaving a string of angry curses.
The next morning.
With lingering anger and a glimmer of hope, Elena and Jared drove to the checkpoint again.
The sight before them made both of them freeze on the spot, even wondering if they had gone to the wrong place.
The sentry post, which had flown the red and blue flag with Saint Martan's unique black flower yesterday, now displayed a strange flag: its base color was snow-white, and in the center was a simple black silhouette—
The profile of a woman wearing a crown of thorns and a snake coiled around her neck.
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