Sherlock Holmes is not a warp god.

[An old man with a wealth of experience, he has been through so much; he tries to forget some painful memories, but ultimately he can recall them all.]

"Hello, I am Sigmund Olsen." Without intending to shake hands, the old man, leaning on his cane, gave Fren a slight bow.

"I am Francissoko Holmes. It's a pleasure to meet you, Professor Olsen." Franclin remembered the old man's information and knew he was a respectable and wise man, so he bowed slightly in return.

"Francisco..." The old man pondered for a moment, then found the name in his memory. "I know your parents, Timothy Carter and Wanda Holmes."

They were both very talented scientists, but unfortunately, an accident more than a decade ago left them emotionally scarred.

"I have one more thing to do. Once I'm done, Mr. Holmes, please take me home." After hearing that Fren wanted to go home, Professor Olsen nodded, then said to Major Watkins, "Major, may I ask you for a favor?"

"Professor, is there anything I can help you with?" Major Watkins asked without hesitation.

Professor Olsen is a very senior and experienced elder.

As for how senior this position is, it can be said that Professor Olsen has watched the country of Ostonia grow up.

He has mastered both the scientific and the mystical, and is highly accomplished in both fields.

Let alone Major Watkins, even if the major's superiors or military generals met with him, they would have to respect Professor Olsen's opinion.

"Kill them." The kind old man said something that didn't quite fit his usual style.

At the same time, he pointed his cane towards the center of the underground laboratory.

Major Watkins and Fren both knew that Professor Olsen was referring to those who actually orchestrated the experiment.

"No problem," Major Watkins agreed after a moment's thought.

These terrorists refused to surrender to the military and instead chose to resist violently. Under these circumstances, the military had every right to execute them.

Several people did resist earlier, but were eventually killed.

As for the truth, who cares?

The old man, leaning on his cane, slowly walked towards the core of the laboratory.

Along the way, we encountered many sturdy-looking doors. The closer we got to the inside, the more exaggerated the design of the doors became, clearly indicating that this was the real key area of ​​the laboratory.

However, this time it wasn't Major Watkins' turn to make a move; every alloy door swung open with a bang as Professor Orson approached.

"In the third room on the left at the end of this passage, behind a mirror, there is another passage where four people are escaping."

Professor Olsen said something casually, and then a ten-person team split up and ran towards the place he mentioned. This was the fourth time Professor Olsen had "seen" a fish that had slipped through the net.

An army of three or four hundred men could breach the laboratory without taking any damage, but the commotion would eventually be impossible to conceal, and some people would surely choose to hide before being caught.

"It's a very simple application of the [Elemental Electromagnetic] ability." As if noticing Fren's gaze, Professor Orson explained softly, "If I remember correctly, Mr. Holmes should be graduating this year. When you get to university, you'll also be exposed to different methods of cultivating abilities."

To Professor Olsen, it was indeed simple; opening these doors and locating those people didn't require much effort.

Without swiping a card or using a key, the gears, pistons, and mechanisms all started moving, and the door opened by itself again.

Behind this last gate was a horrified face.

He was a middle-aged man in his forties who looked well-maintained and had a scholarly air about him.

"profound......"

The moment the man opened his mouth, a hail of bullets erupted from the gun barrels behind Fren, Olsen, and Watkins, riddling him with holes.

This person also possesses some extraordinary abilities, but without exception, military bullets have anti-magic properties and contain toxins that can destroy cell activity.

The bullets even damaged a significant portion of the computer behind the man.

Fren looked around and noticed that the level of technology here was somewhat similar to the early 21st century, with the displays still using vacuum tubes like those in boxes.

Professor Olsen's squinting eyes still held sadness.

He had been to this place many times before and knew what was recorded here.

He used to think that everything he did here was for the good of the children, and that being able to help the mystical side make a little progress was a pleasant surprise.

Now, listening to Watkins' account, Professor Olsen realizes that he was merely an accomplice.

Behind the seemingly perfect laboratory in the eyes of scientists lies a great deal of filth, stained with blood and bone.

"I should have figured it out sooner..." Professor Olsen still remembered that 001 was a girl and 002 was a boy.

If he were alive today, he would be ten years old by now.

At their age, they should be chasing and playing in Clint Square, living a vibrant and fulfilling life.

At the time, it was said that these children were sent to suitable adoptive families, and they were even shown photos of the children's lives.

Professor Olsen assumed their next meeting would be a fleeting glance on a street corner, followed by a brief encounter. They were dressed impeccably and wore bright smiles.

But now, Professor Olsen knows he has been deceived.

My heart, which had been calm for a long time, ached for a moment because of guilt.

Professor Olsen's eyes felt uncomfortable; he felt like crying, but he was so old that he didn't have many tears left.

A solid wood cane lightly taps the stone ground beneath my feet.

Under Fren's wide-eyed gaze, terrifying arcs of electricity erupted from this seemingly ordinary old man.

These electric arcs, like snakes, earthworms, and tree roots, crawled across the electrical appliances in the room and rapidly spread throughout the entire laboratory.

Wherever the electric arc passed, all the capacitors, large and small, exploded like firecrackers. The precious metals such as copper, silver, and gold, which play an important role inside the electrical appliances, heated up violently. All the stored and cached data was physically formatted by this temperature.

The entire process lasted about ten seconds, after which a foul, acrid smell began to fill the air in the laboratory. The person who had been touched by the electric arc showed no signs of burns or electric shock.

Holy crap!

Is Magneto really that powerful?

Furen's eyes flickered; he really wanted to learn this.

Although Furen didn't have much ability, he knew that compared to such precise manipulation, directly striking someone with lightning was like using a hand grenade to crack a walnut.

He's practically a thunder god!

"Please, find all the remaining paper documents and burn them." Professor Olsen didn't seem too tired, and his tone remained calm.