Hidden in the shadows, Bella was getting anxious too. Being forcibly ejected had injured her slightly—her head felt dizzy. She realized she'd underestimated the Tyrant's designer.
This world had so many psychic controllers—how could they not guard against mental manipulation?
Fortunately, she hadn't invaded alone but had borrowed the Golden Apple's power.
The mental burden was split between her and the Golden Apple. After about ten seconds, she shook her head and recovered.
Seeing the Tyrant wreaking havoc, she wasted no time. Quickly calculating distances, she channeled her psionic energy into the Golden Apple!
Since it had anti-mind-control measures, this time she'd just blast it!
An enhanced Mind Blast, amplified by the Golden Apple, struck directly at the Tyrant's mental world.
The Tyrant's mental world couldn't withstand the Mind Blast. Its consciousness instantly collapsed. The creature over two meters tall suddenly stopped, then crashed to the ground the next second.
"What happened?"
"There's a woman on the rooftop!"
A crowd looked around in panic. Bella activated the Golden Apple again. Golden threads blanketed half the town. Confusion, rage, and fear appeared in countless pairs of eyes. They began pummeling their former companions, while others punched their own heads repeatedly, determined to knock themselves unconscious.
"Jabbar! You seduced my wife—I'll kill you!"
"Mutayyar! I'll avenge my brother!"
The gunmen descended into chaos.
Bella appeared ghost-like behind a bearded man who looked like the leader, her M9 pressed against his head. These people were definitely involved in burying 006 alive. If you want to fight Israel, that's your business, but kidnapping my friend? Unforgivable.
She didn't bother searching an eight-hundred-meter radius—she'd just ask the bearded man directly.
"You attacked a truck this morning. Where did you bury the driver?" she asked in Arabic.
The bearded man had a strong will. Even with a gun to his head, he showed no fear.
He drew a knife from inside his coat and turned to stab viciously.
*Bang bang bang!* Bella didn't even glance at the knife thrust at her. She raised her hand and fired three shots—one to his instep, the other two hitting his left leg.
She'd originally planned one shot per leg, but remembering she still needed him to lead the way, she decided to shoot only the left side.
The bearded man screamed and collapsed, clutching his leg.
"I'll ask one more time. Where did you bury the people from that truck this morning?"
The bearded man pointed toward the other end of town and said in English, "Over... there... in the... sand pit."
His words were mumbled and unclear. If not for Bella's enhanced hearing, she wouldn't have understood him.
Bella released the Golden Apple's restraints. After another round of beatings and threats, she controlled four men, including the bearded leader. "You, you, and you—bring shovels and come with me."
She'd shot the other three in one leg each—some injured left legs, some right. Now supporting each other like participants in a three-legged race, they hobbled to a sandy area five hundred meters away.
Bella used her psychic abilities to sense and indeed found an extremely weak life signal.
"Here! You lot, start digging."
The men gritted their teeth, eyes full of venom, but facing her gun barrel, they lacked the courage to resist. They could only pick up shovels and dig. Before long, an extremely sturdy-looking coffin appeared before Bella.
Unable to worry about revealing her abilities, she condensed an ice sword and rapidly slashed at the coffin's front face, then used both hands to force open a third of the lid.
Sand poured into the coffin. A trembling hand reached out from inside. Bella grasped it and, with one arm, yanked the person out.
Then she was dumbfounded. Who was this?
"FUCK! FUCK! Oh God! Oh God! Sorry, God, I shouldn't talk to you like that, sorry!... I'm saved! Yeah—! Yeah!—"
Wade Wilson had a strong physique, but trapped in a cramped space, he was incredibly weakened now.
Physical decline was one thing—his spirit had suffered tremendously.
He didn't have a friend as close as Bella was to 006. He'd desperately called back to America for help, but not one of his so-called friends was reliable. Some said he was drunk, some thought he wanted to borrow money, others simply didn't answer.
He called until his phone died without receiving accurate rescue information. Just as despair consumed him, he heard digging sounds above the coffin. Then using all his remaining strength, before the sand could completely bury him, he thrust out one hand. Thank God! He was saved!
His eyes couldn't quite adjust to the outdoor light yet, and his limbs felt weak. Kneeling on the ground, he could only pound the earth with both hands to express his excitement at being rescued.
"Wait, wait! You... who are you?!" Bella looked completely bewildered. Where was 006?
Wade Wilson squinted, gradually adjusting to the bright light, and looked up at her. After briefly recovering his thinking ability, he was also puzzled. "You're not here to rescue me? You're not from a hostage rescue team?"
Bella pointed at Wade Wilson and asked the bearded man, "Who's this guy?"
The bearded man seemed to feel that conversing with Bella in Arabic would be desecration. His contempt for women was barely concealed. He said coldly in English, "The driver... You wanted... wanted... the driver..."
Bella was so angry she put her hands on her hips and stared at him fiercely.
The bearded man had some dark humor. Grimacing in pain, he said word by word, "Then... bury him... again?"
"No! No! No! I'm innocent! I can pay ransom! Dollars!? Euros?" Wade Wilson shouted nervously. He'd rather die than be buried alive again.
Of course Bella wouldn't bury him again. She was also too lazy to ask the bearded man—who knew how many people they'd buried!
She dialed 006's phone, trying to hear where the ringtone was coming from.
But Wade Wilson's incessant chatter seriously interfered with her hearing. She vaguely heard a ringtone but couldn't pinpoint the location.
"Shut up! Just shut your damn mouth!"
Wade Wilson seemed about to argue, but Bella stuffed a rag in his mouth and had one of the militants drag him away and tie him to a tree. That finally settled things.
Without interference, she finally heard the phone ring clearly.
She continued directing the militants to dig. Fifteen minutes later, they unearthed another coffin. Two more minutes passed before they pulled out 006—who looked like an archaeological artifact.
Setting aside everything else, 006 was twenty years older than Wade Wilson and had suffered multiple severe injuries recently. His body was severely depleted. When rescued, he was already unconscious.
This guy was truly cursed! His luck was absolutely terrible!