Two weeks after the assassination of the President of the Sethiyan Federation, a heavy snow began to fall.
At 3 p.m., a eting to form an interim governnt had just concluded, and reporters were braving the snow, waiting under the steps in front of the Congress Building.
As the House of Representatives Speaker, Saint Mary, and the Vice President Georgebia and others erged from the doors, a throng of reporters surged forward like waves crashing onto a beach.
The assassination of the federal president within the White House was unprecedented since the founding of the Federation, and Vice President Georgebia had given a televised speech at noon the following day, calling it a colossal mistake.
However, who exactly had carried out the assassination remained undetermined, the perpetrator was not apprehended, the surveillance at the White House proved ineffective, and the House of Representatives even refused to disclose the results of the investigation.
Two weeks after the President’s death, the federal governnt, while withholding further investigation results, had already started planning to establish an interim governnt and hastily prepare for the election of a new president, leaving the citizens of the entire Federation puzzled.
"No comnt for now," said Saint Mary, her face somber as she briskly walked down the steps toward her sedan.
In the crowd, soone loudly asked, "Does the federal governnt still have the capability to ensure the safety of public officials?"
The bodyguards pulled open the car door, and with a group clustered around her, Saint Mary stood at the car door, turned to face the reporters, and said, "Of course, it’s just a—"
Before she could finish, half of Saint Mary’s head flew off, her brains plastering the car window, and a large cloud of blood mist sprayed onto the roof of the sedan.
Her body hit the side of the car door, then, with a clang, fell onto the icy, slippery road.
The crowd dispersed in panic, the bodyguards ducked low, using the sedan for cover, and drew their guns to keep watch.
Saint Mary lay on the ground, half of her head bleeding profusely.
At that mont, Spencer was waiting in his cover, his phone rang, he tapped the screen, and on the ssage interface, a string of digits sent a ssage: "Done."
Spencer sighed, looked towards his colleagues on both sides of the long table, and said, "The great purge has begun, and so far, it’s going smoothly."
"We could handle this in a simpler way, brainwashing could also be an option. Continuously assassinating federal officials will lead to dostic turmoil," a lady suggested.
"I don’t want to take even the slightest risk," Spencer shook his head, continuing, "He can read mories and already hear other people’s inner voices, which ans, anyone who knows us could beco a potential threat exposing our location."
"We’ve already within our little group, eradicated His na, but the world is too big. The world is so vast, to eradicate His na globally isn’t sothing that happens in an instant. So people just have to die, after all, so far, only we have the chance to kill Him," Spencer said.
"Spencer, do you really have a way to kill a god?" a man hidden in the shadows asked.
"First off, He is not a god, He hasn’t earned my acknowledgnt, so He’s not one yet. Moreover, killing Him is a scientific issue, too many have fallen into misconceptions," Spencer said.
"A scientific issue?" the woman asked.
"They have always been arguing about how to kill Him with nuclear bombs. The reason they hesitate to act is that they can’t afford the retaliation. No one can withstand His retaliation, if it’s not 100% sure to kill, it will lead to an extinction-level strike, you all know how He made an entire city evaporate, the research facility of the Human Cradle Foundation established in Mirror City was located by Him, and thus, that city was erased," Spencer said.
Everyone at the table nodded, they certainly knew about that incident.
"I can’t accept the Federation being erased by Him, not even a district," Spencer continued, "but we’ve all fallen into a misconception, we’ve always been researching how to ensure a one-hit kill, how to prevent Him from teleporting instantly... but just a few days ago, I suddenly had a new plan."
"A new plan?" the man was sowhat eager.
"We don’t need to study how to kill Him, you know, all superpower special forces undergo a superpower removal surgery after retirent, this surgery can eliminate a superpower user’s ability. The principle is to inject a liquid that replaces the blood containing\xa0Black dicine in the spinal cord, because this process is very painful, the surgery is done under general anesthesia, and afterward, they still need to go through a one to two-week recovery period," Spencer said.
"He won’t just lie down on the operating table willingly, unless..." the woman said, suddenly, a realization dawned on her, and a smile appeared on her face.
"We need to develop a drug, be it a spray or a liquid, ideally airborne, that once inhaled, neutralizes the Black dicine in the spinal cord, rendering the superpower ineffective," Spencer said.
As soon as he finished speaking, people around the long table began to whisper among themselves, their tones carrying a long-missed easiness.
"It’s not difficult, the ’White dicine’ used in the surgery for removing superpowers can already expel the Black dicine from the spinal cord, it just needs to be manually injected," the man said.
"He may have fused with 090, but the principle of activating superpowers is no different from those in the special forces, no matter how elusive He is, essentially, He remains a superpower special forces. We just need to study how to make ’White dicine’ effective through air transmission, in fact, so pharmaceutical companies had been researching this technology before because so governnts believe that neutralizers can’t control those superpower soldiers 100%, they need an imdiate insurance asure," the woman said.
Spencer nodded, saying, "That experint has always been ongoing, as it could be used on superpower soldiers of other nations. But due to technical reasons, it has been stalled."
"We can do this, Spencer, when does this plan start?" the man asked.
"Today. I’ve integrated those teams, getting ahead of Him. As far as I know, after He killed Johnny, He took over his resources and has also been researching sothing," Spencer said.
"We can’t send spies to that hotel, there’s the risk of being exposed, and once a person goes in, they’re gone," the woman shook her head.
"He has operations all around the world, recently, we intercepted a ssage, there are two whaling ships involved in trading dicine People, it’s big business, but the people in the chain don’t know they’re working for Him," the man said.
"For now, don’t arouse His attention, we also need ti. Right now, the two most important things are to take care of this session of the federal governnt, they know too much about us, we need a new governnt that knows very little about us, yet absolutely obeys us. Secondly, is the developnt of White dicine... that’s our only leverage against Him," Spencer said.
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