When Hogg-Foster uttered those trademark words, Jock was stunned for a moment, feeling that he was about to be exhausted by the recent events.

The "expert" they hired was a troublemaker, and it provoked the vengeful Hogg, if the one who died was really a member of the Foster family, the matter would be in trouble, because when Hogg said "The Foster family will take revenge", he did not represent himself, but the entire family.

And if, as the ruler of power, he turns a blind eye to the death of a family member, the Foster family will try to remove him from power.

"Give me three days, and I'll give you a satisfactory answer."

Jock said.

"One day."

"That's the day."

……

Hanging up, Jock collapsed back in his chair, feeling as if the matter would never end, and although he had slowed Hogg with a day's promise, he hadn't figured out how to communicate with the "expert".

】

The other party didn't even pay attention to "gods", let alone Hogg.

He could imagine the attitude of the 'Dominator' when he answered the phone, because calling it was undoubtedly a shame to call it.

That's why the coalition government has been working to put a "collar" on the Six Star rescuers, and once the power of the individual is too strong to ignore, they will fall into a state of doing whatever they want, and the existing laws and institutions will be broken.

Therefore, the coalition government tailors different types of "collars" for each six-star rescuer according to their different personalities, such as fame and power, and the background procedures of the prosthetics, and the sense of family or corporate honor.

But the "control" is different, and there is no "collar" that fits it.

When it came to the first district, it was like a wild horse that had escaped the leash, bringing death wherever it went, and after making such a big noise, it showed no signs of relenting.

Come to think of it, it was almost impossible to solve the problem by 'domination', and he obviously couldn't make Hogg take a step back and act like nothing had happened......

For a moment, many thoughts flooded into his mind.

This is destined to be a dead end.

But when Jock figured it all out, it suddenly dawned on him.

He thought of Hogg's behavior since he came to the First District, he seemed to have gone completely crazy, even if he was allowed to join the High Council, with his current state of mind, he might be able to cause them a big mess in the near future, it would be better to pass this matter and leave it in trouble.

It is the Foster family, not Hogg-Foster, that is irreplaceable.

And as far as Jock knew, there had been a growing number of dissatisfied Hoggs within the Foster family lately, and a day was not enough time for him to convince anyone, but it was enough to arrange the aftermath of Hogg's aftermath in the event of an accident - for those who crave power, being a member of the High Council is a temptation that is hard to refuse.

Without anyone, the coalition government can continue to function, just like Hogg-Forster, who heard about it after the death of the Secretary-General, and if he dies, someone will surely fill the vacancy in the position, and at that time, they may be better able to control the Foster family.

Thinking of this, Jock made a phone call.

"Hello? Why are you again? ”

The voice of 'Domination' sounded impatient, but in order to save face for the Father, it promised to help these people solve the problems encountered in District 1.

"Hogg has already started to investigate the last case, and the director who was shot in the head was someone from the Foster family."

"I've heard of him."

There was a slight change in the tone of 'Domination', "The famous Hogg-Foster." ”

The last time she heard the name, Hogg was an ambitious politician and one of the people she wanted to kill the most, but the annoying six-star rescuers who were as annoying as flies kept pestering her, and she finally didn't make it to the Sixth Ward and walk into the Libra building herself.

It playfully asked, "How, you want me to apologize to him personally?" ”

"If you will."

"I'd rather screw his head off."

"It's okay, but he's a vengeful guy, so you'd better make sure he's dead on the spot."

……

Domination fell silent for a moment.

The direction of the call was not the same as it had imagined, and it had expected Jock to continue to reconcile with Hogg in the spirit of the principle of turning big things into small things, but it didn't expect that what he said casually would be supported.

"Isn't he your friend?"

"Yes, but in his current state of mind, he is no longer capable of the work of the High Council."

"Heh, that's how you treat your friends?"

"I only have one request, don't make too much noise when you kill him, and I'll find a way to disguise himself as a reformist."

"As you wish."

It took less than a minute for Domination to go from impatience to pleasure, and it gladly accepted Jock's proposal, one of the Father's rules was to forbid any action against the High Council, unless it was the High Council's own request.

This caused it to lose interest in other things immediately, "I'll finish what I'm doing right away." ”

Hogg immediately surpassed Melissa in its heart.

However, it has always been a person who has a beginning and an end, and even old toys must be given a complete ending.

…………………………

"Jingle bells, jingle bells."

The familiar ringing of her cell phone interrupted Melissa's thoughts.

She knew the hallucinations had reappeared, but that seemed to be the only way to help her get out of the situation.

When she awoke, she found herself in an isolation cell, where MI7 kept the most vicious criminals, and from which she could not get out of it with all the prosthetics deactivated.

Melissa would rather take over the counterintelligence service so that she could take out one or two of them while the interrogators weren't ready.

She had no prosthetic body and her hands were handcuffed, but she still had a mouth and teeth.

She knew exactly how to bite someone, even if they had a prosthetic implant.

When the bell rang ten, Melissa picked up the phone that wasn't supposed to exist and connected it.

"I told you they were going to hurt you."

The person on the other end of the line said, "You took the wrong first step, you should have asked the people from the black clinic to help you crack the prosthetic holes instead of killing them." ”

"Help me uncuff the handcuffs."

Melissa made a request, she didn't want to waste her time on a pointless war of words, and the moment she woke up, she made a decision - whether it was the counterintelligence or MI7 in her way, she would take a few with her before she died, as Ulan did.

After she left MI7, she had to go straight to the building of the counterintelligence unit.

"Yes."

The voice said, "Not only can I help you uncuff your handcuffs, but I can also restore your prosthetic body." ”

"Really?"

"You don't have to doubt, just do what you do best."

……

The phone was hung up.

Melissa was still skeptical, because theoretically, everything she had just heard was a hallucination of her own imagination, and in fact, MI7 had deprived her of all communication equipment the first time she was twisted over, and it was impossible for her to have a mobile phone by her side.

But the handcuffs that handcuffed her were actually opened.

She moved her aching wrist in disbelief, then flicked her arm tentatively, and the familiar heat-cutting blade came into view.

Was that phone call an illusion or reality?

Melissa fumbled around the cubicle, but the phone was nowhere to be found.

Immediately afterward, a shrill siren sounded throughout the facility, as if composing a prelude to this grand curtain call.

MI7 agents soon discovered that she had been freed from the handcuffs and had her prosthetic rights restored.

Then, even the closed door was opened.

What is presented to her is a path to freedom and revenge.

Melissa no longer wanted to think about whether it was fantasy or reality, because she heard the instinctive call to leave the cage and go out into the world.

No beast is willing to be locked in a cage.

It all made her feel like she was back on the battlefield, and they had infiltrated the rebels' facilities, scavenging all the enemies inside with the sound of shrill sirens.

She walked through the labyrinthine corridor, and after a long time, she finally heard footsteps from far and near

Although she didn't show any footsteps, the other party seemed to have spotted her by some means and walked towards her.

There was only one person in the footsteps, single-handedly, without any helpers.

This shows that the comer is very confident in his own skills, unlike those in the counterintelligence department.

Thinking of this, Melissa did not recklessly engage in a face-to-face battle with the other party, she dodged and hid behind a cover, like a patient hunter waiting for the prey to come to the door.

It's close.

It's closer.

She distinctly heard footsteps passing through the security door in the hallway, followed by the sound of the door, which allowed her to determine the other party's location in the first place.

And waiting patiently is for this moment to come.

With her current distance, it would take less than a second to chop off the opponent's head with a thermal cutting blade.

It doesn't matter if the other person is a psychic person, a prosthetic implanter, or a physical modifier.

Melissa's eyes were full of bloodthirsty light, and the moment she moved out of cover, she finally saw the identity of the comer, and between the lightning and flint, the eyes of the two collided.

The thermal cutting blade swung at the opponent's neck failed to unsheath, and the movement of slashing at the enemy's head suddenly turned into a graceful dance move, Melissa used her inertia to spin in a circle in front of the opponent, and finally completed the final bow like a dancer.

The arm that was supposed to cut off the other party's head shifted a lot downward, and it suddenly turned into a handshake.

"Mr. Lu, Mr. Luki, it's a pleasure to meet you, my name is Melissa and I am 26 years old."