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The aura that Tomat knew about Talulah had almost nothing in common with Chen.

Talulah's aura gave Tomat a sharp, dark, and extremely aggressive feeling; if described as a living creature, it would be like a poisonous insect that would silently sting others, unlike Chen.

"Why? It's impossible. Unless she's not Talulah, she's my family."

"...Perhaps she really does have some kind of relationship with you, but I'm sure it's at least not the kind of blood relationship you're talking about—that's how it feels."

The feeling derived from sensing aura is often difficult to describe with precise words, but those who can sense aura can certainly understand the difference—however, Chen cannot sense aura, and the "completely different Talulah" that Tomat dealt with also disappeared in Chernobog.

If Talulah really is Chen's sister.

Who was the person I encountered twice in Chernobog and ultimately killed?

But then I thought—whoever she is, her presence has already vanished.

There's no need to worry about the identity of a dead person.

"But according to what you're saying..."

Chen turned at the intersection ahead, slowed down slightly, and tentatively asked again:

"You...you really saw her?"

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have been so certain about her relationship with Talulah.

At this point, the Kingslayer raised his head, silently put down the fragment in his hand, and prepared to hear Tomat's reply.

"I've met you."

Thomas didn't try to hide anything; instead, he answered in a rather casual tone.

"When?"

Chen's follow-up questions came immediately.

"About twenty minutes ago?"

The atmosphere inside the car fell silent—the question of "how to travel to and from Chernobog and Lungmen in a few tens of minutes" made them rationally believe that it was a joke.

But emotionally, one has no choice but to accept this statement and try to believe it.

"Let's just say that's how it happened. How did you meet her? And then what happened?"

"I found her just by looking around. Of course, I left after only saying a few words to her. I told you, Chernobog was destroyed, and Reunification... should be destroyed too. That was their stronghold, right?"

Chen did not choose to continue asking questions, while the regicide remained silent throughout.

The Reunion Movement has a global presence, but Talulah undoubtedly holds the reins of the movement and is its supreme leader.

If it is indeed destroyed as he said, the rest will probably fall into disarray in a short time.

It's not that we're worried these people will turn into local bandits and cause chaos after losing their leaders; rather, it's that countries around the world don't really take the Integration Movement as a serious organization.

After all, according to the original calculations, Lungmen was confident that it could suppress the riot within a day without being disturbed by that giant ape.

They were merely a subordinate city-state of a single nation.

If a single city-state is already struggling, how long can these infected rioters resist if countries seriously deploy their armies?

However, while the rise of integration movements and uprisings are generally not taken seriously by various countries, their destruction overnight is another matter entirely.

Chen wouldn't be so naive as to believe that an infected organization could easily seize a city from the Ursus Empire. The fact that the proud Ursus has yet to comment on such a humiliating event is enough to show that there is a much larger force behind the Reunion Movement that is allowing or even pushing them forward.

The current Reunion Movement is using the conflict among the infected as a weapon, while a much larger force is also using the Reunion Movement to do other things.

Now that integration has been destroyed—those who don't know what they want to achieve with the infected riots will naturally pay attention to it, since their destruction is more likely to attract their attention than their prosperity.

"An infected organization suddenly seizes a city, a giant ape appears and disappears unpredictably, and the entire organization is wiped out overnight..."

Chen was confused; he was only there to deal with the daily explosions that frequently occurred in Lungmen.

That 1.8 million was even enough for her to have fun for the next two weeks to refute her colleague, Fei Lin, whom she always disliked.

But at this moment, while driving and escorting the Ursus wanted criminal and integration cadre, she was actually thinking about the upcoming situation in Terra.

"...And you, you 'indescribable' guy, what on earth happened to Terra? The previous text message said that a huge hole had been punched through Mount Kalan, supposedly because the monster's attack grazed Lungmen, flew all the way to the other side of Terra, and directly pierced through the sacred mountain."

"Hey, what do you mean by 'indescribable'? Do I look like some kind of shapeless monster?"

Upon hearing Chen include him in the list of the four most incredible recent events, Thomas immediately protested her absurd description.

But she said "Kalan," a word that seemed familiar.

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"arrive."

With a heavy heart, Chen parked his car in front of a low building that looked like a bunker. If it weren't for the guards at the entrance, it wouldn't be surprising if it were mistaken for a subway station.

The so-called bunkers on the mobile city-state are actually just direct access to the interior of the huge vehicle that transports Lungmen City.

There are such places all over Lungmen, mainly used for wartime refuge. At the same time, some large bunkers can also help take over the functions of certain special facilities to prevent the entire city-state from being paralyzed. When facing the integration uprising, Chen and the guards she led were carrying out the task of prioritizing the evacuation of people to these places.

Of course, this is only an emergency measure. The sooner the use of ground buildings can be restored, the better, especially buildings like the Guard Bureau Building, which almost symbolize the authority of Lungmen's order.

"...Here you go."

The Kingslayer, who had been focused on the fragment in his hand and silently listening to the conversation throughout the entire journey, was surprisingly calm when he was taken to the lowest level of the dangerous prison cell by the Royal Guard personnel.

There was not even any indication of any intention to resist or escape.

There were too many unbelievable things, but reality forced her to believe them.

She hesitated for a moment before handing over the fragment of Talulah's sword hilt to Tomat, but Chen immediately took it.

"I'll keep this safe."

Chen's feelings as he looked at the fragment were perhaps even more complex than those of the regicide.

The regicide lost someone who promised her to achieve her goals.

Chen lost a relative he hadn't seen for over a decade.

Before putting the fragments into the pocket on her uniform's chest, she made a small, extra movement.

Chen held the shard in his hand, clenching his fist over his chest for a moment.

"She's really dead? Why don't I even feel a sense of loss? We're blood relatives, if she were to pass away, I would definitely feel it."

"Could it be that I have lost all feelings for her?"

"...Or is she still alive?"

Various thoughts flashed through Chen's mind, but he still gave himself a self-hypnotic command—don't think about these things for now, deal with the things at hand.

In the underground passage of the Guard Bureau's temporary base, Exusiai had been waiting for a long time.

After all, she was almost more familiar with the Lungmen records than with Laterano’s “Civil Rights One through Thirteen” and her own business.

"Hey, Texas, Croissant, you're only just coming out now."

"We're back in jail again, as expected. There's never a mission that ends peacefully." Croissant complained wearily to Exusiai, who greeted them. "I'm starting to miss the armed escort job. At least every time I had to act, it was self-defense, and it was usually resolved outside the city."

"Where's the boss?" Texas had somehow hidden another box of chocolate cookies, which she magically pulled out from her inner clothing and gave one to Croissant and one to Exusiai. "Have one, sweets can make you feel better."

"I'd feel better if I shared one—I was just saying don't get involved with the head and the halo! I was wrong!"

With a chocolate cookie Texas had given her dangling from her mouth, Exusiai covered her head and backed away, glancing at the closed room at the end of the corridor. She said, "The boss was taken to a place that looks like an interrogation room."

"So Officer Chen really cares about what he said? I think most normal people would just take it as a joke and wouldn't believe it."

Croissant realized that the only reason Thomas had been taken for a long interrogation was because of his "crazy talk" in the hotel lobby earlier.

"Do you believe in croissants?"

Exusiai countered with a question.

"...Good heavens, your question actually made me hesitate for a moment, and I even thought it might be true... Am I already abnormal?"

Croissant sorted out her thoughts and clutched her head in terror.

"I think the boss is the abnormal one. We should thank the Emperor Boss for getting used to it so quickly. We've seen enough weirdos."

Texas immediately offered an explanation to the croissant.

“That’s true. In terms of being ‘abnormal,’ the boss seems to be no less than him.” Exusiai nodded, her halo swaying in response. “And Croissant, you’re right, strictly speaking, we’ve already deviated from the ‘normal’ category.”

"But I still think of myself as the most normal one in Tencent Logistics..."

Croissant remained firm in her opinion.

"But wasn't Is the winner of the last 'Most Normal Penguin Logistics Personnel' competition?"

Exia recalled the strange name of the competition as she spoke.

"The time before last it was empty."

Texas added a comment as well.

"That was a vote organized by the Emperor, it has absolutely no credibility," Croissant muttered under her breath. "After all, the organizer is the least..."

"What's the worst? Go on, croissant, I'm listening."

A sharp, piercing voice, yet strangely magnetic, rang out from behind Croissant, but the speaker was nowhere to be seen in the aisle.

However, that voice was enough to make Croissant's words catch in her throat like a sudden stop, and she would rather turn red in the face than continue speaking.

“I hope you thought that way from the beginning, which at least shows that my personality and charm have impressed others from the start and remain unmatched to this day.”

It's not that I can't see his figure, but that he is just too short.

It was a penguin, waddling along with its adorable gait from the other end of the aisle.

Strip away its colorful headscarf, gold Lungmen coin-shaped sunglasses, and trendy shirt without pants. It is indeed a purely biological "penguin."

It is neither a human with animal features nor an animal that walks upright.

That's a penguin.

There is no exaggerated body shape or superfluous parts.

That really was a penguin.

Important things should be emphasized three times.

"boss!?"