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There were a total of ten guards, divided into five groups, with the remaining group stationed at various laboratories.
This was the defensive layout that Card King had painstakingly obtained. Fortunately, he did not see Black Queen or her capable subordinates here; otherwise, his whereabouts would surely have been exposed.
He let out a quiet sigh of relief, ready to leave. Delving deeper would only alert the enemy.
As he turned to leave, he was unaware that he had just missed Felicia.
From this point, one could see the difference in their infiltration abilities. Felicia arrived at the spot where Card King had stood moments before and almost instantly took in all the defensive forces. At the same time, a schematic layout of the area appeared in her mind. Most of the locations had already been directly mapped into her brain, except for a few nearly inconspicuous blind spots.
In addition to assessing the defensive forces, she needed to understand the general functions of the laboratories here.
To her left were two laboratories. Felicia swiftly dodged the guard's line of sight and immediately saw several Analyzers processing data on statues, seemingly focused on a constant energy value.
If this were compared to a battery, then the current energy constant was at 95%.
She silently noted the figure and proceeded to scout out the remaining laboratories. She saw the Device that her father had described as absorbing Blood Souls, along with those expressionless individuals who seemed almost endless in number.
They came in all shapes and sizes—men and women, old and young—all wore blank faces.
Witnessing them being drained of their flesh and souls was far more striking than any description could convey.
Suppressing her discomfort and anger, Felicia nearly fled from this place.
Just after Card King and Felicia had left in succession, a shadow flickered in that inconspicuous blind spot.
As the three parties converged, how could the protagonist, the Black Queen, be absent?
To the east of Cairo Hotel, in the heart of the city, stood a noble and stunning woman by the floor-to-ceiling windows of a tall building.
She gazed down at the entire Cairo City Center, her expression distant, as if lost in a faraway memory.
For thousands of years, the world has changed. Today's prosperity reflects the decline of the past, but who knows that Egypt once stood as a beacon of civilization, far surpassing global culture? Only ancient Rome in the West and distant Eastern nations could compare to it. How invigorating those times must have been!
But what about now? It is merely an illusion of prosperity; Egypt has long lost its advantages and status in the world.
"It won't be long; it will be soon."
Her voice was soft yet resonant, and behind her stood a figure unnoticed until now.
A wisp of black smoke rose ominously, its form resembling that of a charred corpse, exuding heat as if freshly burned. Yet its skin was as hard and dry as withered tree bark. At first glance, one might think this being had been scorched, but the wolf-headed mask it wore revealed to anyone who saw it that it was not human.
"As the host, shouldn't I extend my courtesy to my guests? I wouldn't want others to think I'm inhospitable."
With a playful laugh, the figure vanished.
The Black Queen trusted no one but herself, including her so-called loyal subordinates.
Whether it was Tessa, Angelica, Sunspot, or Damon, they were all merely choosing to pledge their allegiance for their own interests. If she hadn't revealed that she could fulfill their wishes through sacrifice to the statue, they would have likely abandoned her long ago.
But little did they know that the energy gained from such sacrifices could only grant one person's wish—hers. After all, her desire was immense, so vast that it aimed to overturn this world and reshape this space.
She had to apologize; this time, she took the initiative to send someone to stir up trouble for the White Queen, intending to let them 'tear each other apart.' After all, she wouldn't feel sorry for whoever fell.
It was deep into the night, and everything was silent. Cairo's night was far less vibrant than America's; it was hard to spot even a couple of pedestrians on the streets.
The sound of footsteps echoed as a figure in a hooded cloak looked up at the hotel, their black robe fluttering in the wind.
"Robert, why don't you take the lead?"
Behind them, Sunspot slowly stepped forward. As solar energy gathered and illuminated the darkness, bright yellow transformed into a fiery orange before shooting out!
Boom!
The deafening explosion seemed to flip the switch on the night’s lights. Instantly, the area was ablaze with light, and chaotic discussions, screams, and sobs erupted. A figure burst forth from the hotel room engulfed in thick black smoke!
With wings as white as snow, Warren descended like an angel. He soared through the air with the pale-faced White Queen and Card King in tow. In the next moment, it seemed he was about to charge toward Tessa.
Seeing that the first step had succeeded, it was time for the second phase to begin.
A playful smirk curled at Tessa's lips as she waved her hand, causing Damon to raise his staff and make their four figures vanish in an instant.
Card King frowned and tilted his ears toward the west. "Over there!"
With a powerful flap of his wings, he headed straight for it.
A figure suddenly burst through the window of the room where Rogers was.
Through the floor-to-ceiling window, Shasha caught a glimpse and realized it was Tony in his battle suit, carrying the fully equipped Rogers and Peter as they chased after something. She couldn't help but smile at the commotion, but a sense of confusion crept into her mind.
The bait was too obvious, but this wasn't the location of the statue. What were they planning to do?
Her mind raced with several possibilities, yet for some reason, that 95% figure flashed before her eyes.
Suddenly startled, she wondered if that was what she intended.
In the next moment, without waiting for Felicia and Anna to ask, Shasha leaped through the window.
Cairo was anything but peaceful tonight; sirens blared as Shasha departed. Many would likely think it was an armed attack.
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