RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 252: False SOS

"Please stop, please, have mercy! Pleasssss!"

I don't understand how, but the body of the snake lady was being devoured by my aura.

Cell by cell, I believe. She was consumed so quickly that my mind couldn't even process it. And then, eventually, there was nothing left but her soul.

I thought things might be different this time, but after hovering for a few seconds, her soul disappeared just like the previous ones.

The presence I had sensed watching the snake lady turned its attention to me. It lingered for a few seconds, then vanished my body still whole and intact.

"Another mystery I can't solve," I muttered.

Without delay, I ended the Malevolent Shrine, but things did not go as planned.

The reason Malevolent Shrine was such a drain was that, when I ended the technique, all the Psion I had released into the atmosphere dispersed.

Psion behaved like gas especially since I had no control over it once it left my body.

Like a switch had been flicked, the Psion all around me came rushing back, diffusing not just into my head but into my entire body. For several seconds, I was left paralyzed only my eyes able to move.

When the paralysis wore off, I bent over and let out heavy gasps. Worried for myself, I tried to look for any changes in my body but found none.

I touched my head and chest and even checked my little brother, making sure everything was intact then let out a sigh.

I wanted to be frustrated, but who could I even be frustrated at?

The system came to mind, but it would only ignore me.

Shaking my head, I moved toward the six men lying on the ground surprised they were still breathing despite everything that had just happened.

I looked toward Betty, still slumped outside, well passed out, then focused on the four men.

Waking them up was tedious, but once I did, it only took some effort to get them to spill the beans.

"You're right… this is all a sham. We're not the governor's guards," one of them confessed.

They were lined up on their knees before me, bodies unable to stop trembling.

That answer aligned with my findings, and I moved on to the important questions relieved that these Black Elites were at least knowledgeable.

"Not only is the bunker impossible to breach with the resources we have at hand, but even if we manage to break into it, a distress signal, one we can't stop will be triggered and sent to several parties… parties we don't want catching wind of this.

"That's why we decided to fake an SOS. It carried an unclear but deliberately false message. The SOS is meant for the federal government. It downplayed the severity of what was happening in Los Angeles but still screamed urgency.

"We could've kept all this under wraps, but with the governor seeking refuge in the bunker, someone he trusts, someone who could open it from the inside was needed."

"What if a platoon had been sent to deal with you?"

"The government wants secrecy on this matter and at the same time, they want minimal casualties. Nothing short of an army could take us down."

"Okay, so who are you guys?"

"We're humans."

Hearing that reply, I let out a sigh and massaged my head.

This was why I'd held off on asking the most important question.

Information about their mission could surprisingly be extracted but when it came to the organization they served, and especially its goals, that would always be a problem.

"Why is the governor so important that you guys sealed off an entire portion of the city?"

"This is Los Angeles. By the time the sun rises, no matter how much you try to clean up, trails will be left."

"We don't care. As long as we can kill the governor, it will be worth it."

"Why? Why must you kill him? And why must it be in Los Angeles?"

"Because we were told to. Why do you want to know?"

Being questioned in return caught me off guard.

The fear in these four men shouldn't have allowed them to challenge me unless they were recovering.

My eyes narrowed, and I considered giving them another taste of the Malevolent Shrine… but then, three heads exploded.

The last man reached into the pocket of his tattered trousers and pulled out a vial.

Bang!!

It was a pathetic attempt. He should've just killed himself like the others.

It was clear my questions had triggered the safeguards implanted in them.

Moving on autopilot, they had eliminated themselves.

I picked up the vial and put two more shots in the last idiot's head, then turned to the center of the room, where a round hole with a ladder leading down had been placed.

Making sure Betty was still asleep, I approached the hole and used my gun to tap the iron ladder in a specific rhythm.

It had been a hassle to memorize the sound pattern, but thankfully, not too hard.

Ninja Momma hadn't told me where I'd need to use it, only that when near the governor, I should use it.

This password didn't rely on the strength of the strikes but on the intervals between them. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

It had taken me more than a minute to get it down, and now, after successfully playing the rhythm, I waited.

The hole at the center was wide enough for two people to fit in, but the fact that its bottom was pitch-black made things tricky.

"Echo!!"

Going beyond the passive sight granted to me by the nature energy in the air, I focused on the inner happenings of the bunker below.

"To think they put something that huge down here…"

Two rooms, a TV, a computer, and even a small armoury.

What lay beneath me was no ordinary shelter and I was surprised when a voice echoed from the basement.

"Are you on my side?"

Having never interacted with Kyle, I had no idea what his voice sounded like—but from the 3D model, I knew he was the one talking.

"Yes."