Apocalypse Forecast

Chapter 500 - 432: From Start to Finish_3

Just by taking a look at the dazzling battle achievements, one could outline the image of a protagonist who despises evil, is astute and capable, has lofty character, and is steadfast in disposition—a perfect template.

The most important thing was…

"Only seventeen years old?"

The silence came abruptly. The elderly, accustomed to great upheaval, sipped their tea as the commissioners from all quarters couldn't help but exchange glances, feeling that something was not quite right.

"Are you sure?" Someone began to doubt, "Isn't that too young? Do we need to observe for a while?"

"Uh…"

The messenger from Lighthouse fell silent for a moment before picking up a remote control, "He should still be at the scene. We just connected with the surveillance on the Group Star, so we can have a look at the situation first."

Quickly, various reports on the large screen made way, and the feeds from the remaining surveillance on the Group Star started coming through.

In less than a second, the terminal had pinpointed Huai Shi's location. Irrelevant images rapidly shrank, and only a few cameras capturing the scene were magnified.

The first thing heard was a gunshot, followed by a scream of agony.

Then one saw the broken figure writhing on the ground and the cold silhouette standing by, gun in hand, looking down.

The atmosphere seemed off, no matter how one looked at it.

It was almost like witnessing the scene of a murder.

Before their eyes, the murderer, coldly wielding a hammer, shattered the victim's limbs, letting him scream in agony, before harshly grabbing his hair and pressing the red-hot gun barrel to his forehead.

SIZZLE.

"Wait, I surrender, don't kill me… wait a minute!"

Morando screamed, his pupils darting about, trembling, "Alive is better than dead, right? You must be from the Astronomical Society, aren't you! Spare my life, I know many secrets, many people's secrets, not just of Rotten Dream, but also of several churches of the Ranch Owner. I know where they all are… and also Dracula's Miracle Imprint, His formula, I can give it all to you!"

In the silence, there seemed to be some wavering.

Huai Shi remained silent, seemingly deep in thought.

The gun barrel was raised and lowered, raised and lowered again.

Hesitation.

Soon, the victim's identity was labeled on the screen, accompanied by a front-facing photo and a warrant from the Jurisdiction Bureau.

"Haha, the young man is lucky."

The person in charge of the hollowed-floor L4 chuckled, "Seems like he caught a big fish."

"The youth has too little experience in these matters. Let's arrange for personnel to be transferred," the man smoking spoke cautiously. "If Morando escapes, we may have to spend a lot more effort."

"Didn't you say we should observe? I think this is a good opportunity."

Another person suggested calmly, "Rotten Dream is already contained by the Existence Institute; one High Priest can't stir up much trouble."

After the complete downfall of Rotten Dream, the Good Evening Assembly was hardly worth mentioning to the Jurisdiction Bureau—a negligible concern.

At this moment, what they were curious about was what decision this young man in front of them would make.

Would he prudently eliminate the enemy, leaving no loose ends? Or would he brutally blast this tiresome wretch into oblivion? Perhaps he would play with him like a cat with a mouse, sparing his life while nonchalantly extinguishing all possibility of escape. Or would he be careless and allow the enemy to flee…

No matter what choice he made, one could always discern something.

Or rather, they wanted to know… what exactly was he hesitating about?

In the silence, there was only the faint sound of the Group Star debris burning.

Sweat dripped, drop by drop, from Morando's forehead.

He carefully lifted his eyes, sneaking glances at Huai Shi's expression. Amidst the flickering firelight, the shadows on that face were constantly changing, making it impossible to discern any intentions.

Beneath the burning scars, the fascia in his right leg was slowly healing. With a bit more strength accumulated, he could free himself from these ropes and make his escape.

Yet, he could not find any opportunity under the aim of that pistol.

"Hey, Huai Shi!"

Beelzebub prompted irritably, "What are you dawdling for? Do you actually believe this guy's bullshit?"

"No, I just feel… that something is not quite right."

Huai Shi sighed, crouched down, scrutinizing Morando in front of him and the pistol in his hand, "It's lacking a certain flavor, you know?"

The Fly King rolled his eyes, "You're just killing trash; were you expecting it to taste like the sweet innocence of a first love?"

"No, I mean… this guy, didn't he just surrender to the Astronomical Society?"

Huai Shi raised his gun-holding hand, scratched his head, then put the gun down again, pointing at Morando's astonished face, "Then I remembered, oh, I'm the only one from the Astronomical Society here, meaning I will have to represent the Astronomical Society from now on—I've taken so much salary, I can't smear the organization's reputation. I have to think it through more carefully, right?"

"And then?" Without any prompting needed, Beelzebub fully played the role of the straight man.

"Then I remembered what was wrong."

Huai Shi slapped his thigh, exclaiming excitedly, "Such matters, indeed, must follow procedure!"

While Beelzebub and Morando were stunned, Huai Shi had cheerfully reached into his pocket, pulling out an Inspector's Handbook, and began flipping through it to check the relevant procedures for handling the situation.