People come and go on Sixth Street, and the peaceful atmosphere feels a bit surreal, permeated by a sense of leisurely contentment.
Shiro could understand; rather than living in constant fear and despair of the Hollows, it was better to relax and live one day at a time.
Recent commissions remained much the same, but there were fewer requests to find lost dogs.
It had been a while since he had seen that ‘Haji-wan’ dog, Bai Luan.
“Hmm?
White hair?” Shiro caught a glimpse of a sneaky figure passing the door, wearing a hood with a few strands of silver-white hair peeking out.
Judging from the silhouette, it should be a female, and she was looking at…
Curious, Shiro directly pulled up the surveillance footage from the entrance.
That was the location of the noodle shop where Boss Nicole and the others were slurping noodles.
This strange girl seemed to be watching Anby, and her physique looked somewhat familiar.
White hair, spying, Anby…
Various conditions and characteristics converged, the puzzle pieces fitting together perfectly, and a name instantly appeared in Shiro’s head.
“Silver Squad, Twiggy?” Shiro knew from chatting with Nicole that she had picked up Anby over two years ago.
This meant that at this time, there were still a few years—roughly two or three—before the main storyline began.
Twiggy should be about to start planning the revival of the Silver Army.
Right now, it’s either just beginning or hasn’t started yet.
Research data circulating in the black market isn’t easy to find, and she still needs to integrate it with her own memories.
After several surgeries to replace mechanical prosthetics, gathering data, and final integration, being able to start her plan by the time the main story begins isn’t actually slow.
After the main story started, she captured Number 11, Harin.
The Silver Army’s plotline was a rather direct display of New Eridu’s chilling dark side; it was quite depressing to watch.
Knowing that Anby now had the ties of a home, Twiggy likely didn’t want to bring trouble to her former captain, so she chose not to meet Anby directly.
Shiro muttered to himself, “Helping those in need is one of the Everything Store’s principles, so…” “It’s time for me to step in.” …
Shiro walked with his hands in his pockets, keeping his distance as he followed Twiggy in a blatant, swaggering manner.
Just as they stepped out of the Sixth Street area, Twiggy finally couldn’t help but complain aloud: “Who taught you how to tail someone?!” Twiggy turned around, feeling her intelligence had been insulted.
You bastard, could you at least find some cover and try to pretend?
“Oh ₍₍ ᕕ(´◔⌓◔)ᕗ⁾⁾, I was actually discovered.” Shiro’s tone held a hint of regret.
In some movies, people tail others exactly like this and never get caught.
I’ve got it; I need a pair of Superman’s magical glasses.
“What the hell are you regretting?!” Twiggy turned into a straight man for the joke.
This wasn’t her personality, but Shiro’s behavior was a blatant assault on her intellect.
“Phew…” After venting, Twiggy felt a bit better and said coldly, “I know you.
You’re that ‘Great Philanthropist’ who runs the Everything Store, right?” “Uh, how do you know too?” Shiro was speechless =_=.
Was he really this famous now?
Who on earth posted this on the Hollow Network!
“What do you want following me?
Seeing as you’re an acquaintance of Captain Anby, just leave now and you won’t get hurt.” Even with mechanical prosthetics, she could deal with an “ordinary person” like Shiro.
In this situation, the advantage was hers.
Shiro felt these words sounded familiar; they sounded a bit like Firefly’s lines.
“Twiggy, I’m here to negotiate terms—no, wait, let’s just talk.” Shiro corrected himself in time.
“There’s nothing to talk about.
You are the benevolent Great Philanthropist in the mouths of Sixth Street residents, while I am covered in sin.
We are not the same kind of people.” Twiggy frowned and spoke indifferently.
“Twiggy, have you started cloning the Silver Army yet?” Hearing Shiro’s question, Twiggy’s pupils constricted slightly.
This matter hadn’t officially begun yet; how could it have leaked out?
“It seems you haven’t.
Don’t become the kind of person you once hated.
If your captain knew, she definitely wouldn’t want to see you doing this,” Shiro said softly, observing her reaction.
It hadn’t started yet.
Perfect.
“Heh…
who are you showing that hypocritical posture to?
Those people at the top don’t see us clones as human at all.
We’re just disposable meat worms, Bangboos made of flesh.” Twiggy’s voice was filled with hatred, devoid of any warmth.
“I will have my revenge.
I will use the newly reborn Silver Army to trample New Eridu and create a world where no one can hurt my sisters.” “Sounds okay, but no matter how many Silver Army soldiers there are, they are no match for someone like a Void Hunter.” Shiro unceremoniously poured cold water on her plans.
In the face of beautiful stats, numbers hold no advantage.
Did she think this was some martial arts world where you could wear down a master through sheer numbers?
What First Emperor Zheng said in ‘Qin’s Moon’ was domineering: If three hundred people can’t catch them, then use three thousand, thirty thousand, three hundred thousand; But for a Void Hunter in this world—using a youngster like Hoshimi Miyabi as an example—her speed can easily break two hundred kilometers per hour, and one slash can cleave a Hollow.
How many Silver Army soldiers would it take to exhaust her?
As for the weapon’s blade getting chipped?
Please, don’t make Miyabi laugh; she’s a stat monster who can fire flying slashes.
Twiggy: “…” She knew she was deceiving herself, but what else could she do?
What other way was there?
As soon as she closed her eyes, she saw the images of her lifeless sisters piled on top of her, a vision she couldn’t shake.
She didn’t want their deaths to go unavenged.
“I have no choice!” “True, you lost those sisters from the Silver Army, but don’t you still have your Captain Anby?” Shiro subconsciously raised his arms as he spoke.
Twiggy said in a low voice, “I don’t want to involve her or affect her life.” “In that case, there’s also me.
I can also become the leader of your life.” “?” Twiggy’s head was full of question marks, and her sorrowful eyes instantly became sharp.
You’re not here to mess with me, are you?
For some reason, after hearing those words, she had an urge to punch Shiro twice in the face.
“Cough, cough.” Shiro coughed lightly, realizing his phrasing was a bit ‘awkward.’ “I said it wrong.
Let’s make a commission.
Your troubles will be solved by the Everything Store.” To punish evil and promote good, if gentleness doesn’t work, then strike hard and use iron-fisted methods to set things right.
“…” Looking into Shiro’s eyes, a strange feeling bubbled up in her heart, making her want to believe him, as if she really could give it a try.
“Fine.
As for the reward, feel free to take whatever data and funds you find at the research institute.” [Ding!
Commission detected—] [Commission Content: Twiggy wants the high-level officials and researchers associated with the Silver Army Project to pay the price.
No time limit.] [Reward: 5000 Points, one Gacha chance.] Shiro thought for a moment; he needed to prepare for this, as the identities of those people needed to be confirmed one by one.
“Hiss…
ugh…” Twiggy’s face suddenly turned pale, and she showed an expression of pain, clutching her body.
That pain was back again.
Bad luck, truly terrible.
She had wasted so much time here with Shiro and hadn’t gone back in time to inject her painkillers.
It hurts, it really hurts…
“Don’t panic, take my Healing Magic.” Shiro raised his hand, and a beam of healing light hit Twiggy, giving her a ‘heal.’ In an instant, the sensation of ten thousand ants gnawing at her vanished like melting snow, disappearing from her torso entirely.
It was even more effective than painkillers.
“First time using this.” Shiro’s Healing Magic certainly couldn’t compare to Aqua’s; the two weren’t on the same level.
She was a goddess, after all.
“Much better, thank you.” Twiggy stood up and thanked him.
It seemed he wasn’t just an ordinary person with no power; he was a Healer.
In any team, this was a highly sought-after and rare class.
If she had a Healer like this by her side back then, her sisters might have survived.
“You lead the way; let’s infiltrate that research institute.” “Okay.” …
“This arrow—shall pierce the stars!” “Damn it, explode!” Rumble!
A shimmering “nuclear bomb” streaked across the sky, directly hitting the institute where the Black Doctor was located.
It destroyed the buildings within range like dry weeds.
A mushroom cloud slowly rose, forming a magnificent sight under the golden afterglow of the setting sun.
Today is another day of ‘nuclear’ peace.
“If you take out everyone and there are no witnesses, then it’s a perfect infiltration.” Shiro was satisfied with the power of this strike.
Twiggy grabbed her head with her mechanical hands, her voice breaking, “This isn’t an infiltration at all!
You destroyed the target location!!!” This is not how a normal person thinks!
“They weren’t good people anyway.
Aside from the Black Doctor, they were organ traffickers.
I’m a very compassionate person and can’t stand to see such people’suffering’ in this world.” Shiro shrugged.
That’s right, that’s why.
It definitely wasn’t just to look cool.
“Did you forget?
The reward I mentioned is inside,” Twiggy said expressionlessly, pointing toward the ruins.
Shiro: “!” Crap, I was too busy looking cool.
My money!
Whoosh!
In the next second, Shiro turned into a man of the wind and rushed over, quickly cleaning up the battlefield and collecting everything useful.
“Strange guy.” Twiggy wanted to laugh in exasperation.
What kind of infiltration is this?
He’s just creating trouble for himself.
With this, the testing was over.
If Shiro hadn’t shown some ability, she would have knocked him out directly.
With the kindness still in her heart, she didn’t want to hurt such an innocent person, especially since Shiro was Captain Anby’s friend.
Twiggy felt a bit of anticipation that Shiro the Great Philanthropist could complete her commission.
She was just a defective product missing limbs, unable to do anything.