He's in Marvel, working behind the scenes.

"what!!!"

Talbert sat up in bed screaming, and the medical staff rushed over to calm him down. He was given a sedative before he calmed down.

But he looked very haggard, and his eyes were still filled with fear.

At this moment, Patton arrived after hearing the news and asked the doctor, "How is his condition?"

"He is physically fine, but he has been greatly frightened and is in a state of fear and anxiety. Please do not agitate him."

"Ok, I see."

Barton nodded and turned to look at Talbot... His eyes were wide and bloodshot, his hands were clutching his chest, and he was breathing heavily, as if recalling some terrifying event.

Seeing him like this, Barton felt a little sorry for him.

But considering the threat posed by the Vongola family, after a moment's hesitation, he gritted his teeth and asked, "What exactly did you see?"

"What did you see...?"

Talbot was initially bewildered, but then the hellish scene from before flashed through his mind, and he immediately clutched his head and screamed in terror.

The doctor rushed in and gave him another sedative, which calmed him down.

Seeing this, both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

But the doctor then glared angrily at Barton and said unkindly, "Didn't I tell you, it's best not to provoke him anymore? Do you want to turn him into an idiot?"

"I……"

Barton wanted to say that he also had his reasons, but remembering Talbot's miserable state just now, he couldn't bring himself to say it.

Just then, Talbert, lying in his hospital bed, came to his rescue. "I can understand him. Although soldiers and secret agents are different, sometimes, in certain situations, even if it means sacrificing your life, you have to do it. I don't blame him."

"how are you feeling?"

The doctor didn't pay attention to what he said, but instead focused on the patient's health.

Talbot waved his hand to indicate that there was no problem, and then said, "I have something to say."

"If you have a headache, don't try to recall it."

After giving the doctor a few words of advice, he left the ward very sensibly.

“I’m a general, after all. I’m not that bad at accepting things.” After the doctor left the ward, Talbot muttered a couple of words and looked at Patton, then continued, “At that time, the earth’s crust cracked, and magma erupted like a volcano, forming pillars of heaven. All the soldiers were burned to a crisp by the magma. I don’t even know how I survived.”

Towards the end, Talbot's tone became somewhat self-deprecating.

"..."

Patton remained silent.

He knew that although Talbot spoke calmly, the situation at the time was definitely not as simple as he made it out to be.

You can get a sense of this by looking at Talbot's current mental state.

but……

(Was it really an illusion?)

Although the soldiers' bodies were not charred, they were undoubtedly cooked by the high temperature.

Patton found it hard to believe that he had come to this conclusion.

Although I had suspected it for a while, the idea that the environment influences reality is just too far-fetched, almost like a divine deity.

After all, isn't illusion magic something that the user can create at will?

All sorts of things that are impossible in reality can happen in the illusion.

……

Midtown Circle, Midtown United Company.

Top floor, conference room.

"I see!"

Kingpin hung up the phone and looked at the other bosses. "The Vongola's revenge has arrived."

The others all focused their gazes and their expressions became serious.

Sending two U.S. Marine battalions to deal with the Vongola family was Kingpin's doing.

Therefore, when the plan failed, they were informed immediately and quickly convened a meeting.

After all, the fact that two U.S. Marine battalions equipped with the most advanced weapons and equipment failed is enough to demonstrate the strength of the enemy.

"...How many people came?"

Seeing that everyone was silent, Madam Gao took the initiative to speak, breaking the increasingly tense atmosphere.

Upon hearing this, everyone in the conference room breathed a sigh of relief.

There was only one person.

"one person?"

The gang leaders stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

But Madam Gao, Xin, and the others frowned.

Although the specific details are unknown, the fact that the Vongola family could command two elite U.S. Marine Corps battalions clearly demonstrates their formidable strength.

The fewer people the other side sends, the stronger they are likely to be.

After all, they are different from ordinary people; they have a deep understanding of powerful individuals who defy common sense.

"The visitors are hostile, but we have no choice but to fight back," Xin said in a deep voice.

“He came up in the elevator, and I’ve already arranged for people to lie in ambush in the corridor.”

"But that's not foolproof either, let's go check it out together!"

"it is good!"

A group of big shots arrived in the corridor... It was already packed with people, each holding a gun, crouching or standing in three lines on the corridor opposite the elevator. Bomb throwers and machine gunners were lying in ambush along the walls on both sides of the elevator.

Behind the corridor, several ruthless men carrying RPGs were lurking.

Because there are too many powerful people like this, these big shots can't get through and can only stand behind their followers and wait patiently.

18, 19, 20...

The elevator door displays the floor number.

As the elevator drew closer, everyone grew increasingly tense, and even the air seemed to thicken.

"Ding!"

The elevator doors slowly opened to both sides, and the gang members spontaneously pulled the triggers, their guns spitting out fire, while bullets swept in like a tornado, their firepower so fierce that even their vision was blurred.

"Clang clang clang..."

Before the elevator doors were fully open, they were riddled with bullets, and the bombardiers lying in ambush on both sides threw grenades into the elevator in unison.

Immediately afterward, before the grenades could explode, the tough guys carrying RPGs stepped forward and fired rockets into the elevator.

"Boom boom boom..."

The explosions continued, and flames surged outwards like waves, carried by the relentless impact.

Bullets exhausted, grenades used up, rockets fired...

Perhaps thinking that no one could survive such firepower, everyone forgot about the ammunition and stood there blankly, waiting for the firestorm to subside and confirm the result.

A few seconds later, the flames died down.

All that remains in the empty elevator shaft are the charred and cracked walls left after the explosion.

"That's it?"

Wesley tilted his head to the right, and the other gang leaders also relaxed, except for Kingpin, Mrs. Gosling, Shin, Bullseye, and others, who remained serious.

It wasn't that they had noticed anything, but rather that their experience and wisdom told them: things weren't that simple.

"Da da da……"

The crisp sound of footsteps rang out, so distinct amidst the relaxed and joyful clamor.

A glint flashed in the good lady's eyes. Forgetting all about pretending she didn't know English, she shouted in English, "The person isn't dead yet. They're coming up the stairs."

Ok?

The gang members were stunned and didn't react at first.

then……

"boom!"

Chapter Fifty-Two: Cloud Needle Rat

Several gang members near the stairs were thrown out as if hit by a bomb, crashing hard into the wall across the corridor before landing.

"Tap Tap"

The crisp footsteps were neither hurried nor slow, and grew closer and closer.

The gang members, who had been relieved, started to panic again. They instinctively turned their guns and aimed them at the stairs.

"Snapped!"

With steady footsteps, a long, slender leg in black leather shoes stepped out of the stairs, and then the person stood up.

This is a young man, dressed in a black suit, holding a pair of canes, with long black hair for a boy, narrow eyes, and a cold expression.

It is none other than Hibari Kyoya, the Cloud Guardian of the Vongola Family!

"shot!"

The moment Hibari Kyoya was seen, some people shouted loudly, and others instinctively fired their guns.

But they had already run out of bullets in the previous round, and no matter how many times they pulled the trigger, all they got in response was the sound of empty shells clicking.

"The weak always like to band together, thinking that this will allow them to defeat the strong. But in reality, besides bullying the weaker ones, they only become more despised and eventually get bitten to death!"