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Chapter 338 The Worst Preparation
"Will someone come looking for me?"

Denton couldn't understand the warning on the other end of the phone: "Who would come looking for me? Why? Does that idiot Gava dare to tell everyone he betrayed Steig? Does he not want to continue as the head of security?"

“Gava is not a problem, Mr. Denton, nor is the gun shop you robbed that day. Since I know about your ability to create clones, I naturally know what you did that day—or rather, haven’t you ever wondered why the gun shop owner didn’t tell the police about you?”

"You took care of him for me?"

"It cost a little money, no need to thank me."

"Since neither of them is a problem, then who else would come looking for me? The police? They have no way of locating me. Don't forget, I didn't even have a chance to make a move that afternoon before you called me away."

"No, it's not the police, not Gawa, and it won't be Steig himself. No one is paying much attention to you right now. No police officer is planning to investigate you. In fact, no normal person who follows the rules of society poses a threat to you right now, because everything you're about to do is within the rules of society."

"The only problem is that some people are not normal."

The voice on the other end of the phone was monotone, which gave Denton a chilling feeling: "Not only is he not a normal person, but he also has no intention of following the rules. When he wants to do something to you, no one can guarantee your safety."

Denton frowned upon hearing this.

“If you’re suggesting that the Steiger Group will use underhanded tactics against the joint appealers,” his face turned cold, “then my clone will ensure they don’t leave alive.”

“I told you it’s not Steig.” The electronic voice sounded impatient. “Besides, the only person he’s dealing with is you. Your splitting ability can’t fight him head-on. Don’t try to fight him directly. I’ve said it before, be prepared to die.”

"Why should I? Do you think my split personality is weak?"

“It’s not that you’re weak, it’s that he’s very strong. When you meet him, you’ll understand what I mean—I only have one request: don’t reveal my existence. The joint appeal plan was all your idea, do you understand?”

"You're certain I'll die."

“You’re going to die, Mr. Blake, and you have to pretend you know nothing about it. Only by being prepared for that can you possibly survive.”

"Good luck."

The phone was immediately hung up after he finished speaking.

Denton checked his phone again, and the call records for that unknown number had vanished without a trace. The only trace left by the mysterious man on his phone was the documents and evidence he had previously left behind about Steiger's past victims.

"No, there's an extra document."

In a moment, Denton was surprised to find that in the extra file on his phone, all the evidence was recorded from the first-person perspective of the former researcher, Denton Black, and included audio and video recordings, making it seem incredibly authentic.

It was an evidence collection diary spanning a decade.

The image of a conscientious and brilliant scientist who silently monitored Steiger's illegal activities while in office, filled with indignation and a sense of justice, leaps off the page. He used his access to Steiger's internal work to collect and back up evidence from many cases that the Steiger Group wanted to destroy, and recently planned to make them public.

Is this guy omnipotent in the online world?

As Denton looked at the pages of diaries and the videos, cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He felt a chill run down his spine—these words and videos were clearly fake, but they looked so real and believable, as if he had really done these things over the past ten years.

Only if the other party knew everything about his past in the Steiger Group, and was intimately familiar with his daily life, could they use technology to create such a realistic and lifelike image.

At that moment, Denton even wondered if he had a second personality—he subconsciously resisted the possibility that "someone knows all his information." Such images were simply too outrageous; they could arbitrarily destroy the life of any ordinary person, turning them into criminals, saints, or killers. They were so real that they could deceive the person themselves. Even if we take a step back and simply use them to investigate anyone, that person would have no secrets or privacy whatsoever. It was like the superhuman vision of the cyber world, easily seeing through a person's entire being.

Of course, after a moment, he came to another, more reasonable conclusion.

"He's just like me."

Indeed, if the other party also gained some kind of special ability during that bizarre particle accelerator explosion, then it would not be surprising that he was able to do this.

"This world is getting crazier and crazier," he thought. He might be right. He might be able to form an army on his own, but there might be other superpowered people in Central City. Nobody knows what they can do or what they are capable of.

"Denton! Aren't you done yet?"

At that moment, Elizabeth's voice called to Denton from the living room: "If you don't hurry, the food will get cold!"

"I'm coming--"

Denton put away his phone and went back to the table. He ate a few bites absentmindedly, his gaze involuntarily drifting to Elizabeth, who was beaming with smiles.

“Elizabeth,” he said, “you’ve been feeling much better lately. Would you like to come with me to Santorini?”

"Huh?" Elizabeth blinked. "Is this another honeymoon? But our wedding anniversary isn't here yet. And didn't you say you were going to file a lawsuit against the Steiger Group with a lot of victims?"

Denton was silent for a moment. Just as he was about to speak again, the mysterious man's warning on the phone flashed through his mind once more.

“You’re going to die, Mr. Blake, and you have to pretend you know nothing about it. Only by being prepared for that can you possibly survive.”

"I'm not talking about now, of course. I just wanted to ask you if you'd like to travel with me after you recover."

"Hehe, of course I'd love to."

Ma Zhaodi, who was standing to the side, silently scooped a mouthful of rice from his bowl. He felt that he was not very noticeable at that moment.

After dinner, the Dentons saw Ma Zhaodi out of the house.

"Be careful on your way home, Old Ma."

"Don't worry, I'll be home soon."

After watching the couple return to the house, Ma Zhaodi and the three-wheeled vehicle quietly walked around the road back to the back of the house.

He took out the wallpaper and casually stuck it on the outer wall. The silly cat and the three-wheeled vehicle followed closely behind, and the nanobot completed the concealment. The whole action was done in one go.

"Boss, are we going to be staying around here for a while, meow?"

"That's right, we'll stay here until 'he' appears."

(End of this chapter)