Hell has invaded, but my Hextech is invincible!

Hex was very satisfied with Ada's embarrassed expression.

To deal with this kind of woman, you have to be even more slutty and proactive than her, so he can take advantage of her.

You can't be like the young chef, so taciturn and blushing at the slightest hint of flirtation.

Seeing Ada's somewhat gritted teeth, Hex knew he shouldn't provoke her too much.

"Executive Ada, is everything arranged?"

"That's about enough." Ada seemed unwilling to admit defeat, her fingertips lightly resting on Hex's arm, her tone carrying a hint of sarcasm.

"We should really thank Mr. Horus."

"If you hadn't destroyed Frankenstein's laboratory and killed Frankenstein..."

"We probably can't organize an evacuation so easily yet."

"Not to mention persuading that stubborn scientist to cooperate with the operation."

Hextech showed no embarrassment at Ada's sarcastic remarks, instead responding with a smile, "Of course, you're welcome."

"After all, Frankenstein can't thank me in person, so you thank me on his behalf."

"That's only right."

Ada's lips twitched slightly, and she gritted her teeth inwardly.

How can this person be so shameless!

In the past, she used this controlled tone to test her opponents, and it was always effective. She could always throw them into disarray without them gaining any advantage over her.

But no matter what she said, she couldn't break through the man's defenses. Instead, he always countered her, leaving her feeling frustrated.

"Mr. Horus, since we're going to be working together, you need to be prepared." Ada composed herself and regained her composure.

"We'll have to rely on you for this operation."

Hextech said, "Didn't you catch the mole?"

Ada shook her head: "The time is too short, and there are too many people involved."

"We cannot conduct a large-scale search for the mole, otherwise it is very likely to alert them in advance."

Ada said meaningfully, "The only thing that can be confirmed right now is that your identity is clean."

"Therefore, this operation cannot be carried out on a large scale and can only be conducted in small teams."

Hextech asked, "Can you be sure the mole didn't reveal your evacuation plan?"

Ada said, "Okay."

"We are using the security swap agreement of the United Front as a pretext."

"For safety reasons, we change locations every six months."

"Each subordinate agency is unaware of the actions of other agencies."

"Very good," Hextech couldn't help but exclaim.

"Executive Ada, you've considered things even more thoroughly than I have."

"But I still have to remind you that if you fail, you must evacuate Manchester immediately."

"If we succeed, we must kill all the Adventists."

"Not a single one can be left alive."

Ada's eyes narrowed; she naturally understood what Hex meant.

Those lunatics from the Adventists will definitely retaliate by any means necessary once they learn that the United Front has ruined their plans. If all those involved are not killed, the consequences will be dire.

"I understand," Ada nodded.

"Those lunatics from the Adventists are indeed troublesome; I won't give them a chance."

Ada knew perfectly well that the Adventists were like a sticky, rotten pile of shit.

Once a direct confrontation occurs, even if the crisis is resolved, you will be entangled in a lot of trouble and endless retaliation in the future.

However, this is not the first or second time that the United Front has clashed with cult organizations.

If the United Front is a rebel within the human camp that opposes the Church and vies for the right to speak, then the Adventists are thoroughly anti-human demonic minions.

The United Front simply wants to overthrow the vested interest groups and seize power for itself.

The Adventists, however, want to drag all of humanity into hell; the more people die, the happier they are.

The two are fundamentally different.

"We've dealt with cults countless times, and I believe our agents are capable of handling this crisis," Ada said.

"After all, this is their home."

"They will never allow their homeland to be destroyed by demons."

Grace asked softly, "...Are they all locals from Manchester?"

"The participants in these united fronts..."

Grace didn't know what words to use to describe the traitors of the United Front.

Ada turned to look at the shy and frightened girl, her tone softening.

"Yes, Miss Grace."

"Most of them, like you, are ordinary people from the downtown area."

"Day after day, they were oppressed by gangsters, exploited by nobles, and ruthlessly abandoned by the church. Countless times they prayed to the priests, begging for a glimmer of hope."

"But you also know that Christ never responds to the powerless common people."

"They are struggling in despair, seeing no future whatsoever."

"At this time, the United Front reached out to them, giving them hope."

"At the same time, let them understand which social class is oppressing them."

"A mutual aid organization, and a church that never responds."

"Which one do you think they will choose to believe?"

Grace paused slightly, her gaze gradually wavering.

She had worked as a patrolman and witnessed countless tragedies of ordinary people every day. After seeing so much suffering, her heart gradually became numb.

She couldn't help but imagine that if the United Front had reached out to her and helped her find Emily when she was at her most desperate after her sister went missing, would she have given up her faith in God and chosen to join the United Front, just like these agents?

Upon realizing that she had even had such a thought, she quickly lowered her head, made the sign of the cross with her hands, and prayed softly, blaming herself for not being devout enough.

Hextech, watching this scene with a sense of exasperation, interrupted Ada's brainwashing.

"Alright, stop talking like you're saviors who save all living beings."

"The gangs in the lower district exploit civilians and reap huge profits."

"Did a large portion of that ill-gotten money end up in the pockets of the United Front?"

"You are not clean either."

Ida did not deny it, but simply replied, "Oppression cannot be reduced."

"Because the biggest source of oppression is in the Upper Town."

"It's the church, the nobility, and those high-ranking figures."

"We are certainly not perfect saviors and philanthropists."

"But we have also established a large number of relief agencies."

"At least in the Lower City, Grace and Emily, you can grow up safely to adulthood."

That's the truth.

"If it were cities where the united front had not taken root."

"The slums and downtown areas there are only worse than here."

"The fate of ordinary people will only be more tragic."

"Miss Grace, would you like to know what those places are like?"

Ada looked at Grace, her tone somewhat guiding.

Hextech understood Ada's intention.

Compared to the scheming and unpredictable Emily, the innocent, kind-hearted Grace is obviously easier to win over.

If Grace is brought into the United Front, or even brainwashed into becoming a core member, Emily will be completely restrained and will never be able to leave the United Front. She will be firmly held in their hands and become their most obedient research subject and combat force.

After all, Emily's biggest concern is her sister, and that is her greatest weakness.

"That sounds nice, but it seems the city government and the church should really award your united front a medal to thank you properly for maintaining 'stability' in the lower city," Hex said sarcastically, bluntly exposing the truth.

"Maintaining stability and protecting civilians is the duty of the Kingdom's government and the Church," Ada said sharply.

"But they disregard the lives and deaths of ordinary people."

"This is their dereliction of duty, not our fault."

"And we are merely a group of unwilling rebels!"

Hex has been engaging in political discussions online for a long time, so naturally he can't be brainwashed by these few words.

But seeing Grace's thoughtful look, Hex knew that Ada had achieved her goal.

This woman has a strong sense of purpose, even when she's involved in online politics.

She wasn't trying to persuade Hex, but rather to attract Grace with the idea of ​​a united front.

For the naive Grace, an organization that pursues fairness and cares for the poor would undoubtedly win her favor.

Ding ding ding—

Just then, the bell rang, its deep sound echoing throughout the base.

Everyone stopped what they were doing.

There are only twenty minutes left before the operation begins.

"It's time to end this debate." Ada stood up, gently adjusted the hem of her skirt, and casually tucked a delicate miniature pistol back into its side holster.

She looked around at the elite agents who were fully prepared for battle.

"UFSAT (United Front Special Armed Operations Team), assemble!"