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The elevator doors slid open with a soft ding. Four elevators, nearly forty members of the Serpent Society, crowded around Charles as they stepped into the building's Eighteenth Floor.
As they emerged, everyone was armed, but their voices faltered at the sight of the devastation that greeted them on the Eighteenth Floor. What the hell happened here? How could the Eighteenth Floor have turned into this?
Thanks to the shattered walls and debris, the Serpent members caught sight of Anthony and William. Instinctively, they raised their weapons, aiming at them. It was a reflex to place the blame on Anthony, but it quickly dawned on them that such destruction could not be caused by just two humans.
The audience from the Outer Dimension was just as bewildered.
"What happened here? How did it end up like this?"
"Could it be a nuclear bomb exploded on the Eighteenth Floor? Otherwise, only a tank crashing in could cause this level of damage."
"Come on, if a nuclear bomb had gone off, would the Serpent members still be able to use the elevator? That's ridiculous! Besides, the ceiling and floor are still intact; it can't be a nuclear bomb."
Charles clapped his hands to draw the attention of the dazed Anthony and William. "Isn't this our dear Anthony from the Metropolis era? What brings you to the Great Federation, Sherwood District? Care to explain what happened?"
Despite being surrounded by so many guns, Anthony remained unfazed, simply exhaling a deep sigh filled with frustration. William, equally lost, seemed unconcerned about being encircled by Serpent members; he looked around with a pained expression. "Anthony, the nuclear bomb... it's gone."
Anthony turned to Charles and began to respond, his confusion evident. "Alien Affairs."
Charles's acting was commendable; he furrowed his brow in feigned doubt, showing no signs of awareness. "What do you mean?"
Anthony gestured around him and pointed toward the row of shattered high-rise windows. "This is the height of the Eighteenth Floor."
After some contemplation, it became clear that only Alien Affairs or a UFO could have initiated such plundering from this height. With current human technology, even elite teams aboard helicopters couldn't have caused this level of destruction inside a building.
Upon receiving this answer, Charles immediately became furious. "A Tactical Nuclear Weapon was taken by Alien Affairs?!"
This was also why Anthony sighed; he chose not to engage further with Charles and instead slightly trembled as he retrieved a communicator from Joseph and handed it to him.
Soon, the sound of a lively banquet reached the communicator. Standing amidst the ruins, Anthony, William, and even the members of the Serpent Clan in the distance could hear the commotion from the other end.
It was elegant music, the clinking of high-stemmed glasses, and if one listened closely, they could catch the faint echo of knives and forks clattering against porcelain plates.
"Anthony? Hahaha! Our hero from the Stealth Team, you finally contacted me! Thanks to your intel, we’ve achieved a great victory here!" Joseph's jubilant voice came through, brimming with uncontainable joy.
How could he not be happy? Quelling such an internal conflict would surely earn Joseph significant accolades—what a glorious achievement it was! In his delight, Joseph didn’t mind sharing a bit of the spoils with Anthony, who had brought him this success.
Yet, joy and sorrow do not resonate between people; how much less so between man and imitation? Anthony felt that Joseph's exuberance clashed with the background music: "General Joseph, I—I must ruin your good mood."
There is something I believe I must report to you.
"Oh?" Joseph paid no heed to Anthony's tone; he regarded Anthony’s demeanor as mere alarmism.
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