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Deep underground, in a cold command center.

The underground hall was filled with only the monotonous hum of the ventilation system, making even breathing feel difficult.

The bishop, dressed in a white priest's robe, sat quietly behind his circular desk, looking at the encrypted email that had just popped up on the screen in front of him, titled "A Resignation Letter from 'The Butcher'".

His expression remained unchanged, as if he were looking at an unimportant weather forecast.

He opened the email.

next second.

On the screen, the butcher's private account showed wildly fluctuating numbers, hysterically roaring surveillance footage, and scanned copies of treasonous slogans like "Welcome the Queen" and "Bishops Must Die"... All of this was like a bucket of dirty water mixed with lava and ice, poured over his head.

The command center remained deathly silent.

The bishop even wore that formulaic, compassionate smile.

He slowly picked up the half-full glass of red wine on the table and held it up to the light screen, as if to toast some unseen enemy.

The black-clad deputy standing behind him froze, his breath catching in his throat. He saw the bishop's hand holding the wine glass, his knuckles already white from the excessive force.

"Click—"

A very crisp cracking sound rang out.

The priceless crystal goblet was crushed into a pile of shimmering powder in the bishop's hands. Sharp shards of glass pierced his palms, and dark red wine mixed with blood dripped from between his fingers, falling onto the gleaming tabletop.

"betray."

The bishop's voice was soft and gentle, as if whispering in one's ear.

He released his grip, letting the shards of glass and blood fall, then picked up a white napkin from the table and slowly wiped the wound on his hand.

It was as if it weren't his hand, but a dusty work of art.

"go."

Without turning his head, he gave orders to his deputy.

"Close the door."

The deputy was startled and quickly turned around to slowly close the heavy alloy door.

With the last ray of light blocked, the entire command hall was completely enveloped in the bishop's domain.

The bishop tossed aside the blood-stained napkin and finally raised his head. The fake smile vanished completely, replaced by a chilling aura and fury!

He wasn't angry about the butcher's greed.

What angered him was that the butcher dared to turn against his mortal enemy—the scorpion!

He actually wanted to take all his belongings with him and jump ship to a competitor's company!

This is no longer betrayal; this is telling him in the cruelest way that he, the "bishop," has lost control over his subordinates!

"Notify 'Blood Scythe'."

The bishop's voice seemed to come from the depths of hell, each word carrying a chilling coldness.

"Clean house."

The deputy's heart skipped a beat.

The Blood Scythe Squad, the strongest executioners directly under the bishop, never ask questions, only take on the task of killing.

"Yes... Shall we go now?" The deputy's voice trembled.

"I'll give you ten minutes." The bishop slowly closed his eyes. "In ten minutes, I want to hear the butcher's confession at the Genesis Building."

"And..." he paused, "bring his vault back to me intact. Not a single piece of paper can be missing."

"yes!"

The deputy dared not ask another question, bowed and withdrew, his figure quickly disappearing into the darkness.

The entire command hall fell silent once again.

The bishop sat alone, quietly, like a lifeless statue.

After a long while, he slowly opened his eyes, looked at the still-lit screen, and murmured to himself.

"Scorpion..."

"Is this all you've got?"

"This is really... surprising me more and more."

……

at the same time.

Inside another secluded luxury estate in Donghai City.

In a huge bath filled with the scent of roses, a woman with an alluring figure leans languidly against the edge. She is "Scorpion".

A waterproof virtual light screen was floating in front of her.

On the screen, there was only a short, encrypted message from "Mr. Li, a concerned citizen".

[The free trial pack has been shipped, please check your mail.]

As Scorpion looked at the words, her red lips curled slightly, and she let out a soft, enigmatic laugh.

"Playing tricks."

She was just about to turn off the light curtain.

Suddenly, a female subordinate dressed in a black, tight-fitting combat suit walked in quickly with a serious expression.

"Scorpion Lord!"

"A violent energy reaction has been detected in the direction of the Genesis Building!"

"The Bishop's 'Blood Scythe Squad' has been fully mobilized!"

The smile on Scorpion's face vanished instantly.

She slowly sat up in the bath, water droplets sliding down her smooth skin. Her eyes were fixed on the message "Shipped" on the screen, a storm raging within her!

They really... took action?

Moreover, his very first move forced the bishop to unleash his sharpest weapon?!

What exactly did that "Mr. Li" do?!

……

Genesis Building, seven underground floors.

Inside the vault.

The butcher paced back and forth like a wild beast trapped in a cage.

"It's broken... completely broken!"

On the screen in front of him, all the network ports connected to the outside world turned a glaring red.

He was physically isolated.

This is not a hacker's trick; it's a blockade from within "Purgatory," a blockade with higher privileges!

The butcher's mind was in complete chaos; he didn't know whether this was the bishop's doing or Scorpion's scheme.

Just then, the main monitoring screen of the vault suddenly switched the view automatically.

In the scene, several figures clad in blood-red combat suits appear like ghosts at the main entrance of the building. Their blades, gleaming with energy, are forcefully breaching the blast-resistant titanium alloy door with overwhelming force!

It's the "Blood Scythe"!

Upon seeing the iconic blood-red scythe emblem, the butcher's pupils instantly contracted to the size of pinpoints.

All his hopes and confusion vanished at that moment, turning into pure despair and madness!

He's not a bishop!

It's a poisonous scorpion!

Although the Blood Scythe Squad is nominally directly under the bishop, everyone in the organization knows that the captain of one of the squads has long been bribed by Poison Scorpion!

They're trying to kill me to silence me!

This thought, like a bullet, shattered his last shred of reason!

That bitch, after using me, she wants to erase me along with all the evidence!

"Ahhhhh!"

The butcher let out a roar that sounded inhuman; his face, covered in fat, was contorted with rage and madness.

"You want to kill me?!"

"It's not that easy!"

He lunged at the center of the control panel and, with all his might, smashed open the last, and only, red button covered by three layers of bio-locks that he had never used before!

"—Supreme defense protocol activated!"

"—'Doomsday Fortress' Mode, activated!"

The cold, electronic sound echoed throughout the underground base.

"Boom!"

Outside the vault, all the passages from the first basement level to the seventh basement level underwent a dramatic transformation in an instant!

The sturdy metal walls and ceiling slid open silently, revealing rows of menacing automatic cannon muzzles below! Dense laser emitters, like resurrected venomous snakes, lit up with deadly red light in every corner of the passage!

The entire underground fortress has been transformed into a ruthless war machine designed solely for slaughter!

All the weapons were pointed in the same direction—at the "Blood Scythe" squad that was forcibly breaking in!

"Scorpion! You madman! You want to die with me?!"

The butcher stared at the bright red light of death on the monitor screen and let out a desperate and frantic roar.

He couldn't understand until his death how his greed for a little money had led things to this point.

At the same time, the captain of the Blood Scythe squad, who had just broken through the first line of defense and stepped into the underground passage, was stunned when he saw the countless cannon muzzles that suddenly lit up in front of him, like a steel jungle.

A hint of extreme confusion was visible beneath his cold tactical goggles.

He slowly raised his head, spoke into the communicator, and asked softly in an uncertain tone:

"Command center, target...is rebelling against His Holiness the Bishop?"