Superman Termination Manual - Chapter 331

Chapter 331: Chapter 198 Big Event Two: Blood Clan Hunter (Part 2)

July 21st, Huanjing, Hongdeng Commercial District, in a secluded and secret basement.

The ceiling light bulbs cast a ghastly white light, enveloping the surgery table below. On the cabinet at the head of the bed, there were also some blood-stained dissection tools.

God knows what Fan Quan had done here.

At this moment, Ke Mingye was clenching a pitch-black spare phone in his hand, sitting hunched over on the bed. He took a deep breath, with cold sweat oozing from the palm of his hand.

Right now, it had been a full twenty minutes since the blue owl had been abducted by the Blood Clan Hunter.

In these twenty minutes, the blue owl’s vision was black, hearing was equally silent, and the body remained motionless.

It was like being trapped in a cramped and pitch-dark box, unable to make a sound or see anything.

Ke Mingye turned on the phone, eyes fixated on the contacts displayed on the screen: Ke Xiaomo, Bai Qiuwu, Bai Zini.

“This must be resolved quickly, today might be the only chance,” he thought, “The Deception Puppet exists for 6 hours, which means it will explode around eight o’clock at night. By then, it will be too late.”

Twenty minutes earlier, at Superhero Tower, the Deception Puppet playing the role of the blue owl didn’t actually faint.

Ke Mingye had made it feign the appearance of dizziness so the archer would feel at ease taking “him” away. But he hadn’t expected that the puppet would be sucked into a mysterious box.

Without guessing, it was clear that it was mostly a tool used by the Blood Clan Hunter to capture members of the Blood Clan.

Since Gastella didn’t kill the blue owl right away, she must have her reasons. She probably wanted to coerce some information out of blue owl, hence why she let the archer take him away.

This was exactly what Ke Mingye hoped for; he needed the Blood Clan Hunter to bring the blue owl to Gastella.

Then, using the blue owl’s perspective and the information gap between parties, he intended to pinpoint Gastella’s location. His goal was to capture the Blood Clan Hunter in one fell swoop within the day.

“The Deception Puppet’s auditory response has finally shown signs of life, suggesting that the archer has taken it out of the box,” Ke Mingye thought, “Being unconscious for twenty minutes should be enough. Waking up now won’t be too abrupt.”

Thinking this, Ke Mingye ordered the blue owl to slowly open its eyelids and slightly lift its gaze.

A glance at its own body revealed the blue owl was tied with layers of iron chains to a thick pillar, hands and feet immobilized. Its form was suspended mid-air.

The blue owl was still dressed in its combat suit, but its mask was not covering its head. Looking down, the red and blue helmet lay askew on the ground, its beak touching the edge of the pillar.

Moving its gaze from itself, the blue owl looked up, and what came into view was a floor that seemed long abandoned.

With a slight twitch of its nose, the blue owl was greeted by a wave of musty, aged smell.

The air was thick with dust that had settled over many years. The walls had long lost their original color, with mottled paint peeling off in sheets, exposing the yellowed bricks underneath. There was even moss growing in the corners.

A few broken chandeliers hung from the ceiling, some with shattered shades, revealing the rusted bases.

The floor was covered with a thick layer of dust and debris, along with some disorganized footprints.

All the windows were broken, and without the covering of glass, the warm noon breeze entered the floor.

Scattered about the floor were pieces of furniture, most of which had already fallen apart. Wooden tables and chairs were decayed and deformed due to prolonged exposure to the elements, while metal objects were covered in rust.

In the corner, there was a pile of old papers and miscellaneous items. Occasionally, one could see a few opened but unread books, their pages yellowed and curled, the writing blurred.

At this time, several rats were scurrying rapidly through the rubble, making faint scuttling noises. Sunlight streamed through the broken windows, casting mottled shadows on the ground.

In this floor, the only human figure was a girl sitting in a wheelchair. She had shoulder-length red hair, her face pale, yet her sculpted features exuded a transcendental beauty.

She looked like a statue handcrafted by God, standing breathtakingly at the center of a dirty, chaotic world.

Is this… Gastella’s true form?

Ke Mingye was stunned for two seconds, thinking to himself. The red-haired girl that the blue owl saw matched exactly with the image that Che Zhengchen had in his mind.

At the moment, Gastella was quietly flipping through a fairy tale book, her eyes lowered. Her lips curved into a slight smile, like a girl engrossed in a story.

Just as the blue owl was observing her profile, a cool voice suddenly reached its ears.

“It seems you’ve already awakened,” said Gastella without looking up.

Upon hearing this, the blue owl slightly opened its mouth, producing a somewhat hoarse voice.

“So you’ve noticed… In that case, Miss Red Hair, why did you have someone kidnap me here? Could it be that you’re an avid fan of mine who wants to have a private chat?”

He paused before adding, “If that’s the case, you could have just told me. There was no need for such brutality. I’m a bad guy who doesn’t reject anyone, especially such a beautiful lady.”

Gastella was unfazed by his trash talk, continuing to quietly turn the pages of the fairy tale.

Amidst the rustling sound of her fingers brushing the pages, she said, “Like others have said, you’re very talkative.”

“Aren’t I just?”

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