Kill them in Cyberman!

She recalled in her mind what Albert had said to her before he left.

"If someone has to make a sacrifice, who are you going to choose?"

"I want to choose myself, is that ok?"

"No, because you already belong to me, so you don't even have the right to die before I agree."

"..."

"Use the power I have given you to your heart's content. Only in this way can your sacrifice be rewarded."

Since Koko was just an ordinary human in her previous life and did not have the powerful strength of Shinomiya Kaguya, Albert tailored a set of special abilities for her during the process of becoming an apostle.

This first includes the general physical enhancement of apostles, which comprehensively improves Koko's physical functions without changing her appearance. As for the extent of the improvement, Koko herself has not tried it.

But what is truly special is the power called: The Scourge of Jörmungandr. This product of the combined effects of genes and psychic energy can give Koko the ability to extract vitality.

Koko can absorb this excess vitality into her body and then use it in a unique way.

Generally speaking, Koko would choose pistol shooting, which she is good at, as the main means of output.

This "bullet" will contain a toxin that is reversely converted from life force: "Jörmungandr Poison"

This toxin does not destroy the target's bodily functions but rather erodes the connection between the target's vitality and body, causing it to enter a state of vitality leakage.

The leaked vitality can be used again by Koko to replenish ammunition.

Chapter 182 Turmoil in Mexico City

If there is any representative country in Central and South America, then Mexico, as the world's "chicken roll" exporter, would naturally be the first to come to mind.

As the capital of Mexico, Mexico City, this high-altitude city built by colonists on the ruins of indigenous people, is the fruit of the conflict and combination of foreign civilization and local culture, and is also the most populous city on the American continent.

Poverty and wealth, high technology and superstition, two completely different yet interdependent existences, are being performed simultaneously on the stage of this city at an altitude of 2,000 meters.

However, Mexico is now in great chaos. The turmoil brought about by the Cult of Death sweeping across Central America has begun to spread towards this city at some point in time.

At this time, the local's largest religious festival is about to arrive. Faced with the intervention of high technology and mysterious forces, the already weak Mexican government is losing control of its capital. Those who really realize that something is wrong are already like frightened birds.

"Ms. Jeanne, we can't wait any longer. We should take action against the Cult of Death immediately!"

The official in charge of the handover with the TAR Foundation was telling Jeanne about their current situation with an anxious look on his face.

Jeanne, who was dressed in ordinary tourist clothes, just sighed and said, "I'm sorry, Georgia, the cult's actions are very meticulous. The current information does not allow us to plan effective actions. We must wait for Miss Lucy to integrate more useful information."

It has been a week since Joan of Arc followed the trail of the Cult of the Death to Mexico City, but it is clear that she has found almost no clues about the Cult.

The deadlock was not broken until Lucy's arrival two days ago. Lucy connected herself to Mexico City's surveillance network and secretly hacked into the personal information records of many officials, which provided some useful clues.

Now they know two things.

First, the Cult of Death who came to Mexico City this time is likely to be the main force, and the specific personnel composition is also unknown.

Second, the Cult of the Death is preparing to launch some kind of "terrorist attack" on the Day of the Dead, but the exact time and location are unclear.

These information were clues that Lucy pieced together from a large amount of redundant information, because the Cult of Death seemed to use some kind of supernatural power to communicate.

According to Joan of Arc and Lucy's opinions, their best strategy now is to make an official statement to stop holding the Day of the Dead, to reduce casualties as much as possible, and then find a way to stop the Cult of Death on the same day.

However, Mexican officials have a different opinion. They hope that the TAR Foundation will solve the problem before the Day of the Dead begins, because the Day of the Dead is an extremely important religious festival in the local area, as well as an economic festival. If the Day of the Dead is prevented from being held, it will not only be a huge blow to the government's credibility among the people, but will also result in a huge loss of funds.

The already weak government simply cannot withstand such a blow.

Now Joan of Arc and Lucy are in a dilemma, because it seems that Mexico City will be dragged into extreme chaos no matter what.

Just as the handover officer was about to say something, the door of the room opened and it was Lucy.

"Mr. Georgia, I need to speak to Jeanne alone about something."

Lucy still had a blank expression on her face. She was basically like this to everyone except Albert.

"Oh, sorry to bother you..."

The official could only leave with regret, because he had no right to interfere in the internal affairs of the TAR Foundation. Besides, whether the Mexican government could be saved next still depended on them. After all, how could a conventional army that couldn't even defeat the gangs possibly solve such an unprecedented psychic supernatural incident?

"How's it going, Miss Lucy? Do you have any new information?"

Joan of Arc leaned back in her chair, feeling exhausted from all the running around.

"Unfortunately, no."

Lucy shook her head slightly, "But I brought another piece of news."

As she spoke, she took out a terminal from her waist, opened it, and a document was displayed in front of Jeanne.

"Albert said he would send a new friend to assist us."

"This is her information."

"Koko Heikemedia, from the Heikemedia family?"

Joan of Arc obviously had some understanding of this powerful shipping giant.

"Yes, but she works for Albert now..."

Jeanne noticed that Lucy's expression seemed to change.

"You seem a little..."

"Shut up, now let's think about how to deal with the Death Cult."

Obviously, Lucy still cares a lot about this matter.

"Hey, jealous women are so scary. Fortunately, I am fine. I am the prey of that little bastard..."

Joan of Arc secretly rejoiced in her heart.

……

Mexico City city center, bustling downtown

Under a building that couldn't be more ordinary.

Some dim lights came on, illuminating the black-robed people kneeling on the ground. Behind their black robes, a strangely shaped skull was painted with dark red fuel that looked like solidified blood.

As the lights flickered, inky black fog flowed through the gaps in the crowd and finally gathered in front of everyone. A tall man in a black robe appeared on the spot.

What is different is that behind the tall black robe is a huge golden skull, and under the black robe is a large area of ​​black fog, so his true face cannot be seen at all. It can be seen that he should be the leader of these cultists.

The cult leader slowly raised his arms, as if turning on some kind of switch, and the kneeling cultists on the scene began to collectively recite scriptures composed of positional language.

The uniform recitation continued to echo in the closed basement. As the sound grew louder, clusters of mist, the same as before, rose above them.

At the same time, a huge magic circle clearly emerged on the floor where the cultists were.

As the recitation went on and the mist lingered, the magic circle began to twist and wriggle as if it were alive.

"XXXXXX!!!"

Finally, amid the loud shouts of the cult leader, the mist quickly gathered in the air above the basement like surging waves.

"Crack, crack, crack..."

Black robes fell to the ground, and the believers were transformed into black mist and merged into the huge black mist.

Judging from the occasional pieces of clothing revealed under their black robes, these cultists seemed to have been just ordinary citizens of Mexico City.

The cult leader wearing a golden skull gradually took off his black robe, revealing a human figure made up of black mist in the basement.

"call……"

"Woo..."

The air in the basement was filled with the sound of the wind, and if you listened carefully you could hear bursts of painful wails.

Chapter 183 "Surrendering to the Enemy"

As the festival approaches, the commercial streets in Mexico City are busier than ever, and there are many more elements of traditional Mexican style.

"You know what? Sometimes if you want to get things done outside, you can't just rely on your own strength."

"Soo! What is this? It's so sweet and tastes like cinnamon!"

Koko, who was dressed like a tourist, took a sip of the drink in the cup and was amazed at the sweetness of the drink.

"Hey, I heard from the boss that this should be called Burrito, a specialty drink in Mexico. If you don't like it..."

"No, don't, Falme, I'm not a child anymore, and this stuff isn't actually that bad to drink."

Koko shrugged and looked at Falme, whose face was a little flushed, with a wandering look.

In order to blend into the local environment, Farme and Coco both changed into Mexican-style clothing.

Farme was wearing a loose denim jacket with Mexican patterns, and his "philanthropic" mind was evident. In order to keep a low profile, Koko specially chose a large brown cowboy hat for him.

Combined with Farme's tall and handsome figure, she looks like a majestic cowgirl.

As for Koko, she was wearing an unusual loose Mexican dress. According to the store owner, this dress was made of local organic dyes in Mexico. She paired it with a light beige sun hat and let her soft white hair extend down on both sides.

This kind of dress makes Koko less serious as a leader and more youthful and beautiful as a girl of this age should have.

The two people sitting at the roadside stall were chatting casually, as if they were really tourists.

Until a small paper bag appeared on the corner of their table.

"Oh, it looks like it's done!"

Koko showed a look of surprise.

"Ah."

Although he agreed, Farme still felt a little depressed because it meant that the short date time he had taken a break from his busy schedule was over and now it was time to work.

Koko grasped the paper bag in her hand and rubbed it gently, breaking up the soft and fragile paper on the outside to reveal the contents.

"Koko, someone is watching us at twelve o'clock."

"How about it?"

Falme secretly observed the situation around him.

"A mini save..."

"Well, these guys seem to be quite cautious."

Koko smiled and calmly took out the newly bought local cheap terminal and inserted the save disk.

"interesting."

After taking a look at the contents displayed on the terminal, Koko pulled out the save disk, broke it into pieces, and threw it into the trash can at her feet.

Seeing Koko's cautious behavior, the person who was secretly observing their every move withdrew his gaze with confidence and disappeared into the depths of the alley.

"The other party has left, Koko, there should be no attacking moves."

"Well, Falme, we should go too."

"Let's go back to the hotel."

……

"Whoo~"

"I'm finally back. Although I had a lot of fun, it doesn't feel good to have someone watching me from the dark."

Koko suddenly lay down on the soft bed in the hotel, looking relaxed.

"Next time, just leave this kind of dangerous thing to me. If anything happens to you, Koko..."

"Don't worry, Falme, nothing will happen. We have someone behind us now, so it won't be easy for us to die."

Koko raised one arm and shook it in the air.

"Boom boom boom!"

There was a knock on the wooden door, and a white-haired man with a cigarette in his mouth pushed the door open with a smile.

"Hey, it looks like you two are doing well?"

The man named Rem greeted the two women with a smile. He was the second core of the team and one of Koko's most trusted people.

"Hey! Rem, I told you not to smoke in my room. Your secondhand smoke is bad for your skin!"

As soon as she smelled the smoke, Koko immediately lay on her back from the bed and looked at Rem with a frown.