Chapter 478 Comparing on Equal Terms
The communicator buzzed.
Countries were trying to curry favor with Montana's leader, Joshua.
It seemed the era of war mechs was imminent.
Meanwhile, Sterling was utterly disheartened, uninterested in participating.
Just moments ago, as Osiris's quantum cannon was about to fire, Paul Five had been completely at ease.
In his eyes, the Osiris mech posed no threat at all.
Sterling glanced at his Twitter feed.
He asked himself a soul-searching question: Who's the real boss here?
At that moment, Sterling made a decision: he would not seek re-election.
Elbert stepped onto Phantom Island.
Briana rushed over immediately. "Paul Three, is that you?"
Elbert relaxed, the liquid metal on his body slowly retracting.
Robert said, "Elbert, stay calm!"
"Why?"
"You're still naked!"
Elbert froze, then quickly covered himself with the liquid metal.
Elbert headed to the modification lab.
He walked slowly past a row of modification pods.
Dino, who had been extremely anxious, visibly relaxed upon seeing Elbert. He closed his eyes and accepted the modifications with peace of mind.
With Elbert back, everything would be fine.
"Briana, make sure Summer rests and recovers. I'll personally design his modification plan later."
After giving Briana his instructions, Elbert went to his room on Phantom Island, where his clothes were kept.
He put on a clean white shirt and jeans.
The long-lost feeling of comfort returned.
Elbert's eyes sparkled as he moved to the back of the base. The Celestial Pioneer descended quietly. He stepped inside and disappeared into the distance.
But this scene was accidentally witnessed by Briana, who was tending to Summer's wounds.
Briana paused slightly. "I must not be seeing things. Paul Three is truly beyond normal comprehension!"
In the stratosphere, about 50 miles above the ground, the Celestial Pioneer hovered.
A few kilometers away, a massive gray object slowly approached.
Data appeared in Elbert's eyes.
'Victoria B-52 strategic bomber, nicknamed: Stratosphere Fortress!'
'Flying at 34,000 feet, with a speed of 300 miles per hour, capable of crossing the Atlantic!'
Elbert felt a twinge of admiration.
Robert had thoroughly investigated the plane's origins.
To his surprise, he found that this plane had managed to stay airborne for 104 consecutive days without landing!
All supplies and maintenance were provided by aerial support.
Besides the enormous resource consumption, this feat required top-notch technology!
And this B-52 was the third location of the Apocalypse Association that Elbert had pinpointed via satellite signals!
Given this level of caution, it was highly likely that this was the Apocalypse Association's command center!
The Celestial Pioneer moved silently closer to the B-52.
Robert had already fully infiltrated the plane's systems.
The B-52's hatch slowly opened.
At 34,000 feet, the powerful air currents would make it impossible for an ordinary person to breathe or survive.
But Elbert was as steady as a rock, stepping out and walking into the plane's cabin.
Several modified humans rushed at him instantly!
Elbert frowned, sensing their presence. D-class modified humans?
The Apocalypse Association's command center had such lax security?
Without even looking directly at them, Elbert waved his hand. The liquid metal formed into blades, slicing their necks in an instant. Blood splattered, and silence returned.
Elbert walked forward slowly.
He reached the end of the cabin and pushed open a door.
Inside was a dimly lit conference room.
Elbert sat calmly at one end of the table.
"You actually found this place?"
At the other end of the table, a strong figure hidden in the shadows spoke in a low, electronically altered voice.
The strong figure's right eye glowed, flickering on and off. He spoke in a strange tone, "I mean, it took you seven whole days to find this place. You're too weak!"
He leaned back, pulling a handgun from the shadows.
He reached out with his right hand, using a white cloth to wipe the gun handle with a bit of pine oil.
Everything was done leisurely.
Elbert's eyes narrowed, data appearing in his vision.
It was a flintlock pistol.
Made in Valhalla, manufactured in 1786.
The wooden handle was intricately carved, making it a valuable antique.
Elbert spoke calmly, "Are you the president of the Apocalypse Association?"
The strong figure continued wiping the antique gun, answering indirectly, "You're too merciful. You don't deserve what you have, nor do you deserve to be my opponent!"
"Let me tell you something: the best fate for humanity is complete extinction!"
The strong figure sneered, his right eye's red light flickering, his movements pausing.
Elbert remained silent, observing every detail.
After a moment, the mysterious man shook his head and resumed wiping the gun handle.
This time, his tone was no longer calm but agitated. "If you kill me, the Sith won't let you off!"
Elbert smiled faintly and stood up slowly.
The man seemed fearful!
He spoke faster, "You can't imagine how vast the Apocalypse Association's power is!"
"You're just one person; you can't fight our association!"
"You won't even know how you died!"
Elbert looked puzzled.
The Apocalypse Association president seemed schizophrenic, as calm as he was earlier, now just as panicked!
Seeing Elbert frown, the president softened his tone, "You're a natural gene carrier. The Apocalypse Association has the world's top gene technology. Join us, and my team can help you awaken your genes again!"
Elbert replied quietly, "Are you referring to the 13 secret research bases and the 536 subordinates scattered among them?"
The president was shocked. "What... did you say?"
The moment Elbert entered the plane, he had notified Robert to stop hiding their tracks and take control of the Apocalypse Association's satellites as quickly as possible.
Now, Elbert's eyes were filled with dense data!
The 13 hidden secret bases of the Apocalypse Association around the world!
"Don't panic."
Elbert clasped his hands behind his back, his voice calm. "Let me tell you a story."
"In the depths of the nuclear-polluted area of Lumaria, there's a small village covered in vines, home to 86 ugly but kind-hearted villagers."
"The village had a big-headed chief who could see the future in his dreams."
"There was also a girl whose skin was always peeling, but she had a beautiful voice, singing like an angel."
"How did that song go?"
Elbert tilted his head, reminiscing. "Something like, 'Beautiful little village, it's my home.'"
Suddenly, Elbert's expression darkened, his anger evident!
He spoke in a low voice, "But! One day, a group of people stormed into the village and brutally slaughtered everyone!"
"Just because."
"They had no research value!"
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