I was the fourth disaster in Yokohama and was loved by everyone.

Just then, the terrorist leader suddenly pulled a small bottle from his waist and smashed it on the floor. A strange, mysterious gas quickly spread out, and Zelda felt dizzy and her eyelids felt as heavy as if they were glued on.

It was too late to stop breathing at that moment.

The screams around them stopped abruptly, and people collapsed to the ground as if their bones had been removed.

Zelda barely opened her eyes in the darkness, her vision blurred as if veiled by a layer of mist. She saw a dark figure raise a hand towards Isabel.

No...no!

"Let her go! You bunch of bastards!" she tried to scream, but only a hoarse sound came out of her throat. Her body felt like it was filled with lead and she couldn't move. She could only watch helplessly as the unconscious Isabel was dragged out of her arms.

Despair, like icy seawater, instantly overwhelmed her. She tried to reach out and grab something, but could only let her hand fall limply, sinking into darkness once more.

My little Isabella...

*

When Fitzgerald learned that the shopping mall his wife and daughter had visited that day had been attacked by terrorists, he felt a wave of dizziness wash over him.

After taking control of the mall, the terrorists specifically selected the children, while the remaining drugged adults were originally intended to stay in the mall and perish when the time bomb exploded.

Fortunately, the police arrived in time and defused the bomb just before it exploded, saving all the unconscious adults. However, ten children, including Isabel, had already been moved by the terrorists and become pawns in their hands, disappearing without a trace.

Fitzgerald's heart sank when he saw his wife lying pale on the hospital bed.

When his wife announced in a hoarse voice that Isabel had been arrested, he staggered back a few steps, his back slamming heavily against the wall before he could barely regain his balance.

His wife's empty eyes pierced his heart like needles, and he wished he could immediately use all his wealth to use his superpowers to search the entire city for Isabel.

But reason told him that this was a foolish idea. The most important thing right now was to find Isabel and rescue her.

This group of terrorists had previously carried out a similar terrorist attack in another country. The children who were abducted were imprisoned and tortured in a place where no one could find them, and the cruel process was recorded and published online, causing a huge uproar.

No one knows where the children are being held.

He took a deep breath, rubbed his face haphazardly, and stood up. His eyes had regained some clarity, but the bloodshot veins in his eyes betrayed his suppressed emotions.

He walked to the bedside and held his wife's cold hand: "Don't worry, our baby will be safe."

After saying that, he quickly walked down the corridor and dialed a number.

Finding people isn't his forte, but there's always someone who is.

*

When Zhu Yu received Ranbu's call, she was squatting on the street rummaging through the trash.

Here, you can rummage through trash cans in broad daylight without losing reputation points, which immediately excited Zhu Yu, who then began to rummage through them extensively during the day.

Back in Yokohama, I won't be so free anymore.

As soon as the call connected, Ranpo spoke rapidly, explaining the current situation in a few words—Isabel was being held hostage by terrorists, and he and Poe had been commissioned by Fitzgerald to find Isabel's location.

Fitzgerald had two plans in mind; he wasn't going to blindly trust the police and also sent his own men to rescue him.

Ranpo, knowing Zhu Yu's abilities, believed that sending her to rescue the hostages was the most suitable option.

And would she be willing to follow his and Po's instructions and carry out the rescue mission?

Zhu Yu, of course, accepted the task instantly.

[Current teammates: Edogawa Ranpo, Edgar Allan Poe]

The raid has started, let's save this first!

Chapter 178 Rescue

After accepting the task, Ranpo told her not to hang up and gave her an address.

The final destination of the mission then popped up on the mission panel, and Zhu Yu selected the one-click [Tracking].

She swapped her usual travel vehicle, the colorful motorcycle, for the sake of efficiency, and began to use her supernatural abilities to travel through the streets, flying over countless people.

Suddenly noticing a motorcycle flashing overhead, the crowd thought: ...Was I seeing things?

*

After an unknown amount of time, Isabel awoke to a jolting sensation, finding herself crammed into the back of a truck. It was pitch black all around, and the only sound was the suppressed sobbing of several other children.

She tried to move her body, but her wrists and ankles were tightly bound by ropes, and her struggles only brought her pain from the friction of the ropes.

The truck eventually stopped in an abandoned warehouse.

The children were roughly dragged off the vehicle and shoved into a line. The warehouse was dimly lit, and she saw a video camera set up in a corner, its lens pointed directly at them.

The lead terrorist contemptuously wiped his gun: "Do your best, you lovely children."

The cold camera slowly swept across each child's terrified face. She could hear her teeth chattering, but she bit her lip tightly, refusing to make a sound.

The atmosphere inside the warehouse was extremely tense. The leader's gaze swept over the group of immobilized children, and he casually pulled out a little girl with pigtails, drawing a gleaming knife from his waist.

He patted the little girl's cheek with the back of the knife; the cold touch made her shudder, and tears streamed down her face like broken beads.

"Cry, cry, your crying sounds the best!"

He deliberately lowered his voice to intimidate the girl, and slowly brought the blade close to her arm.

What he wanted to do was not to kill them with one blow, but to torture and kill these trembling lambs one by one, so that the video recorded and posted online would better promote the prestige of their organization.

The children around them let out suppressed gasps, but were too afraid to move because the terrorists next to them had guns pointed at them.

Isabel curled up into a ball, her nails digging deep into her palms—what to do? How could she save that girl? How could she escape...?

Dad, Mom...

The well-protected little girl could no longer hold back and quietly shed tears.

An atmosphere of despair was spreading, and Isabel's heart was pounding. In a daze, she seemed to hear a very strong engine roar approaching.

Just as the blade was about to fall, a terrifying tearing sound suddenly came from the top of the warehouse.

The crisp sound of steel bars snapping mingled with the buzzing of cement cracking as several thick vines suddenly pierced through the ceiling, tearing it apart like the claws of a giant beast, forcefully ripping the entire roof off as if a natural disaster had struck.

Stones and dust fell like a torrential rain, and sunlight poured down instantly, illuminating the dazzling beam of light that descended from the sky.

Suddenly blinded, the crowd squinted instinctively, and in their dazed state, they saw a heavy motorcycle leaping in from the sky.

"W-What is that?!" The terrorists nearly dropped their guns.

The leader's originally ferocious face instantly turned deathly pale, as if he had seen a demon crawling out of hell.

He... he's a superpowered individual!

One of them tried to raise his gun and shout, "Die!"

He roared and pulled the trigger, the gunshot ringing out in the warehouse, making everyone's ears ring.

However, the expected scene of blood splattering did not occur. Instead, the vines clinging to the wall surged forward like a tide, weaving into an impenetrable net in front of the newcomer.

The bullet struck the vine with a muffled "thud," as if it had hit thick rubber. It fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and then went silent.

"Monster..." The terrorist with the gun bulged out of his sockets, his lips trembling, and he could barely hold the gun. "What...what is this thing..."

Unaware of the existence of supernatural abilities, he retreated repeatedly, tripped, and fell heavily to the ground, crawling backward on his hands and feet.

The locomotive landed, drawing a breathtaking arc on the ground.

A young girl nimbly jumped off the car, making a soft "click" sound that seemed to crush everyone's tense nerves.

After fixing her gaze on Isabel's location, she casually glanced around at the people around her. When her gaze swept over the leader, he felt like a frog being stared at by a venomous snake, as if the blood in his body had instantly frozen.

In a moment of extreme panic, the leader suddenly remembered something. As if grasping at a straw, he reached for his waist and pulled out the bottle of sleeping pills that had previously knocked everyone unconscious.

He knew he was no match for the mysterious superhuman in front of him, but if he could knock the superhuman unconscious, there might still be a glimmer of hope.

Feeling that the gas mask was still on his face, he suddenly raised his arm, about to throw the sleeping pills hard to the ground.

But just then, he met the girl's gaze.

She simply stood there quietly, coldly watching him, as if assessing something, and casually glanced at the top of his head.

What is she looking at?

A chill ran through the leader, and he paused. The next second, before he could react, countless thick vines suddenly shot up from the ground, piercing each terrorist's body with precision. They were all pinned to the ground, blood splattering everywhere.

He loosened his grip, and the jar in his hand rolled to the side with a clatter.

She walked towards him, the sound of her shoes crunching over gravel amplified infinitely in the deathly silent warehouse.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out; only fear filled his eyes.

The excessive blood loss made his vision go black for a moment, and he could only watch helplessly as the figure gradually approached. Her face remained blurry in the backlight, only her black eyes looked like two deep wells.

Is he going to die?

In her despair, she stood firm.

Then, expressionless, she bent down, picked up the jar of sleeping pills, and put it in her bag.

Overwhelmed by emotional turmoil, the leader lost his breath and fainted.

*

Following the instructions of Ranbu and Po, Zhu Yu arrived at the scene with maximum efficiency. After dealing with the terrorists outside the warehouse, he hurriedly flew through half of the warehouse.

Last time, she was a little slow and missed getting several small NPCs. This time, she'll reload the save and try again; she's determined to catch up.

Rescue missions must be carried out in an orderly manner.

Because of Ranbu and Saka's instructions, she deliberately left a trace of blood for all the red-named players.

After sweeping away all the red-named players in one move, she habitually looted the corpses first.

Apart from a slightly useful item that glowed white next to an NPC, the other items you picked up were all quite ordinary.

The little NPCs looked at her timidly, observing her movements.

After she finished touching the corpse, Isabel rushed over with tears in her eyes, grabbed her thigh, and rattled off a bunch of things.

Zhu Yu wasn't good at dealing with the tears of minor NPCs. After thinking for a moment, she reached out and touched the top of her head. Just like playing with Karl, she used her supernatural ability to pick her up and toss her around.

They discovered her health wasn't full, so they gave her some items to replenish it.

After a smooth little combo, Isabelle smiled happily again.

Zhu Yu felt relieved and glanced at the little NPCs huddled around her. She noticed that they had all lost some health, so she took out some items to heal each of them.

perfect.

This action seemed to have triggered a switch, and the other children also ran over with their short legs, surrounding Zhu Yu tightly in the middle, talking all at once, their little faces full of admiration.

"Sister, you're amazing!"

"Thank you for saving us. What's your name, sister?"

Wow, just now...

Some grabbed the hem of her clothes, some hugged her waist, and others stood on tiptoe trying to grab her arm...

In short, he tried his best to get close to her.

Oh no! The player is surrounded by NPCs!

Zhu Yu was jostled around with difficulty.

Chapter 179 Reply

The police took over the case, and Zhu Yu took Isabel to find Fitzgerald.

In the hospital, Zelda, finally seeing her daughter safe and sound, hugged Isabel tightly. Isabel was a little breathless from her mother's embrace, but she still reached out her little hand and gently patted her mother's back, comforting her, "Mom, I'm okay."

Seeing this, Fitzgerald also came over, his eyes red.

He walked to the bedside, stretched out his arms, and hugged his wife and daughter tightly.

“My dear little Isa, I’m so glad you’re alright.” Fitzgerald’s voice was a little hoarse, full of joy and relief at having her back.

The family of three embraced tightly, the ward quiet and warm.

The sunlight streamed through the window and fell on them, making them feel warm and cozy.