Bella's entire arsenal of mind-related spells had nothing to do with the physical heart. The two were completely separate concepts. Psionic power was a "mind over matter" ability rooted in psyche, forcibly overwriting reality. Science and logic didn't apply.
A complete cure was difficult, but she could restore his heart to a functional state temporarily.
"This is..." 006—who Bella had half-suspected of faking his collapse—immediately felt his body lighten.
Everything was unbelievably miraculous. The process had been tortuous, but he'd now fully confirmed Bella's genuine abilities. This was exactly the power he needed to find his wife and daughter.
To secure her help, 006 revealed his trump card.
"I know about the spider incident in Prosperity Town. I've investigated. If my intelligence from multiple sources is accurate, Israeli Mossad was behind it. No matter how powerful an individual is, it's difficult to oppose a sovereign state—especially a world-renowned intelligence organization. In that regard, I can help you."
He paused.
"And if you need intelligence in the future, I can provide assistance."
His words plunged Bella into deep thought.
The Prosperity incident was a painful scar for their family of four. On the surface, everyone had survived intact. But the psychological damage to Samantha and Natasha was immense. Even Charlie carried lingering trauma. A perfectly good date turned into a nightmare—how could anyone be indifferent?
Bella wasn't seething with rage, but she harbored hatred. She also knew Natasha was secretly investigating through S.H.I.E.L.D.—but S.H.I.E.L.D. wasn't a charity. You had to give to get. Her bargain-bin sister, essentially still a rookie, had no solid leads.
006 was an elite agent with a shadowy intelligence network of his own. He was using this information—and the promise of further investigation—as leverage.
Bella was tempted.
The only issue was that the rescue location was extremely dangerous.
She had to ask one more question.
"Are you certain your wife and daughter went to Silent Hill? And that there's been no contact since?"
006 gleaned a great deal from her words. "You know Silent Hill? Is it dangerous?"
Was Silent Hill dangerous?
It certainly wasn't a place of kindness.
Bella weighed her abilities carefully. "Mr. Alec, I may be able to rescue your wife and daughter. But I will not help you investigate the truth behind Silent Hill. Moreover, I cannot solve your daughter's sleepwalking problem. The only solution I can think of is for them to leave the United States—the farther, the better."
006 looked agitated, but he nodded firmly. "No problem. I'll send them to Europe. They'll never return to the United States. I beg you—use your power to save my wife and daughter."
In truth, the Silent Hill incident was entirely the result of 006's wife acting on her own. She'd insisted on taking their daughter there to investigate the so-called "truth."
Suicidal, in a word.
Move away. Move far away.
Bella didn't believe Silent Hill's will could pursue them all the way to Europe.
As someone well-versed in Native American culture, Bella knew Silent Hill was essentially an ancestral spirit land of the indigenous people. Its ancient name was the Place of Silent Spirits. The power buried beneath that land had originally been neither good nor evil; the nightmare only came into being after white settlers arrived in the New World.
Go in fast. Grab the people. Get out.
That was all.
Calling it easy would be dishonest. Calling it impossibly hard would be an exaggeration.
After thinking it over, she spoke. "Mr. Alec, your love for your wife and daughter is admirable. I agree to this trade."
Bella mentally reviewed her psionic spell arsenal.
"I also need weapons. Modern weapons. Firearms—the more, the better."
Confusion crossed 006's face. "Don't you people usually need crucifixes, holy water, things like that?"
Bella simply stared at him.
"Alright, alright. I won't ask." 006 had always liked stirring up trouble. He might not have much else, but weapons and equipment? Those he had in abundance.
"What kind of weapons do you need? Mk23 pistol? M4A1 carbine? SR-47 assault rifle? M1 shotgun?"
At the end, he even smiled. "You wouldn't happen to want a Javelin anti-tank missile too, would you?"
Bella clenched her teeth.
"I want them all."
Pistols were essential. Rifles had high firepower—bring those too. Grenade launchers, shotguns—excellent for fighting monsters. No reason not to use them. Bring everything. Sniper rifles? Bella considered Silent Hill's fog-filled environment. Might not be very useful, but she still had 006 prepare two.
The Javelin anti-tank missile couldn't be left out either. A trump card. No matter what kind of demons or monsters showed up, greeting them with a missile first couldn't be wrong.
Under Bella's relentless insistence, 006 even acquired an M134 Minigun for her—along with two full crates of 7.62mm ammunition.
"Are you sure these things can save my wife and daughter?"
Looking at the room filled with firearms, 006 felt dazed.
Was this a rescue mission? Or were they heading into a war zone for an arms deal?
California was an important stronghold for many organizations and individuals. 006 had three safe houses and a small temporary base here. Gathering weapons wasn't difficult. The real concern was transportation.
"It'll be hard to take this many weapons to West Virginia. Even if I send people to handle part of the transport, it'll waste time."
In his view, one pistol per person was more than enough. Agents prioritized covert operations. Sweeping everything with overwhelming firepower was reckless.
Bella firmly shook her head.
Was he joking?
Go to Silent Hill with just two pistols?
Start with a handgun and scavenge the rest?
She had no affection for hammers, axes, or so-called "Physical Holy Swords" like crowbars. She preferred benevolent, kind-faced weapons.
Like the Gatling Bodhisattva.
"Relax," she said confidently. "My car can solve this small problem."
The two climbed into the pickup truck and departed San Francisco, carrying a truckload of weapons straight toward West Virginia.
The journey was uneventful. With partial Ghost Mode activated, no one could tell the truck bed was packed to the brim with firearms.
Only at this point did 006 see Miss Shaw.
After absorbing the negative energy essence of most of the ghosts from the Murder House, Shaw looked far more spirited than before. Much of her lost memory had been restored.
Seeing the half-truckload of weapons and ammunition, her eyes shone brightly with excitement. Like a child discovering a pile of new toys, she picked up an assault rifle and turned it over in her hands again and again.
"This is your friend? She looks familiar..." 006 felt his worldview beginning to crumble. "Can you tell me how she appeared?"
Bella's expression was indifferent.
"Trust me—you don't want to know. You'd better tell me the details about your wife and daughter again..."