006 spent a full day thinking it over but still couldn't make a final decision. He only agreed that after his injuries healed, he would oversee construction of the secret facility. Whether he'd actually invest and become a shareholder—that would depend on seeing the finished products.
"Fine, no problem. Think it over carefully. It's early December now—let's talk specifics after Christmas."
006 was battered and exhausted. He genuinely couldn't keep fighting.
For him, transitioning into business wasn't unacceptable.
His grudge against the Queen of England had faded. The woman was ancient—how many years did she have left anyway?
His contemporary, 007, was already preparing to groom a successor. He wanted to take a break too.
"Mr. Alec, rest well. I've already paid your medical expenses, don't worry!" The current Bella was far wealthier than when she'd first arrived in this world. Israeli medical costs weren't cheap, but she could afford them.
She took a ship back to Egypt, then flew to New York, transferring to San Francisco.
After saying goodbye to her three companions, Bella completed some administrative procedures with the university, then drove back to Los Angeles.
If anyone harbored a deep grudge about the Prosperity Town incident, it was undoubtedly Natasha. She cared the most. Bella was just caught up in it, taking on the role of righteous avenger alongside her.
The town where Natasha had lived for nearly ten years had been transformed overnight into a spider's nest. Countless acquaintances had dissolved into puddles of organic goo—not even whole bodies remained for burial. Among them were people who'd mocked her, female classmates she'd clashed with, and boys who'd pursued her. All gone now.
To say she didn't care would be a lie!
Bella told Natasha to wait for her at home. She wanted to tell her this news in person.
"Look at this." The moment she walked through the door, Bella pulled a stack of freshly printed documents from her bag and handed them to Natasha.
The young beauty was initially casual, but as she read, her expression grew solemn.
A senseless disaster! That's what had befallen Prosperity Town.
Nothing more than the arbitrary decision of capitalists who didn't consider human lives worth anything.
Tricell needed a platform to demonstrate their bioweapons. They'd randomly pointed at Prosperity Town. After Tricell's Israeli clients witnessed the weapons' actual effects, they were extremely satisfied and invested in Tricell through several financial consortiums.
As for poor Prosperity Town? What even was that?
"...That's the situation. You've seen it all. What do you think we should do about this?" Bella asked.
Natasha's expression had been ugly at first, but her agent training proved effective. Her gaze gradually became resolute.
"Do you even need to ask? Of course we're going to teach them a lesson they'll never forget!" She spoke through gritted teeth, radiating murderous intent.
The two of them traveling together would create a chemical reaction—trigger major disasters? That was fine. Right now, they weren't afraid of trouble. In fact, they *wanted* big trouble!
If there wasn't a disaster, they'd manufacture one! Natasha's expression was determined. The general message: Tricell Corporation was going to be completely destroyed. This time, *you'll* feel *my* pain!
When Charlie and Samantha got home from work and heard that both daughters were planning another trip, they weren't surprised. Young people traveling—that was normal. Staying home all the time would be weird. They just repeatedly warned them: Don't go to Paris, whatever you do! Parisians are terrible!
The two promised again and again—definitely not France this time. We're going to wreak havoc in Italy instead!
Mom and Dad thought Italy sounded nice. They cheerfully gave their approval.
In reality, the two went to the airport just to check in, walked around in circles, then left again.
The guilty should pay. This matter had nothing to do with ordinary people. It was all Excella Gionne's idea. That woman's heart was more venomous than a scorpion's. Take her out, and everything would be resolved.
Natasha used S.H.I.E.L.D.'s surveillance network for layered screening, positioning, and information searches. The results showed that Excella Gionne had recently been in West Africa, overseeing construction of a refinery.
The African continent was a chaotic mix of various factions. Proxy forces fought daily, warlords ran rampant. Opening a refinery here—wouldn't that be financial suicide? Many of Excella Gionne's actions were extremely suspicious.
Whether for revenge or to gather evidence to bring down Tricell, they had to make a trip to West Africa.
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Leveraging S.H.I.E.L.D.'s intelligence network, Bella and Natasha traveled through three West African countries, passing through more than ten armed tribal territories.
After over half a month, they finally tracked down their enemy's location.
This place was an absolute hellhole!
Even with extensive precautions, combat was unavoidable.
Some tried to steal from them. Others attempted brazen robbery. Still others, overcome with lust, tried to capture them.
The two had killed over a hundred people so far, yet the attackers kept charging at them like a frenzied mob.
"Sigh, another ambush." In a small town closest to their target, they were surrounded *again*. Natasha couldn't help sighing.
They'd underestimated Africa's terrible conditions. They knew it was bad, but not *this* bad!
This place was more chaotic than the Middle East. These locals were too impulsive, and the two of them were too attractive. Their guide had led them straight into an ambush circle.
A group of men stared at them with lustful eyes, wielding various knives and pipe wrenches. Two even had handguns. They surrounded the pair completely, laughing boisterously, treating them like lambs for slaughter.
"Bang!" Bella shot one man in the head. The intimidation factor was considerable, yet the remaining men still showed that same frenzied excitement, several wearing expressions of barely concealed depravity.
They believed numbers meant victory. You have guns? But bullets are limited, right? Rush all at once—how many shots can you fire?
Natasha spoke with murderous intent. "Kill them all?"
Bella pressed her arm and sighed. Their appearances were far too deceptive. These men weren't afraid at all!
"Don't dirty our hands... You don't mind if I summon a friend to help, do you?"
"One of those friends I can't comprehend?"
"Sort of..."
Fight evil with evil. Bella was thoroughly sick of being harassed by these men. Kill one batch, another arrived. Endless!
She traced a complex pattern in the air with her finger, then summoned Jason, with whom she had an indirect contract, from the depths of Crystal Lake.
"Kill them!"
Bella pointed at the surrounding men. Jason raised his machete, silent as a machine, and began hacking! Every strike drew blood!
The crowd couldn't understand how this massive man had appeared out of thin air, but judging by skin color, they identified his race. A white guy! Kill him!
They charged at Jason with machetes and pipe wrenches!
Jason showed no fear. One against ten, he swung his machete in wide arcs, slashing in all directions.
The mutation occurred when Jason beheaded a scrawny man. The victim was shoved by those around him and stepped back at the crucial moment, so his head wasn't completely severed. Strange gurgling sounds came from his throat. Then his neck began writhing, and a creature over a meter long—shaped like a centipede but actually a fleshy tendril with sharp appendages—burst forth violently.