She is a natural disaster.

Chapter 58 Burning with Rage

That night, Anastasia stayed overnight at the manor.

She did not stay in the guest villas, but instead stayed in the main building of the estate, where she had a private suite.

As a key figure in protecting Mike's safety, Anastasia received the treatment she deserved, and the melodramatic scenes of servants mistreating guests did not occur.

Bill Montague's respect, Mike Montague's trust, and Iniz Blatt's presence clearly demonstrated the manor owner's attitude. If any unruly servants were to cause trouble, it would be a slap in the face to the manor owner.

It must be said that the wealth accumulated by Montague was indeed considerable, even visible to the naked eye.

In the suite where Anastasia stayed, the walls were adorned with paintings of various sizes by famous artists, and the room's furnishings were exquisitely crafted, resembling works of art.

To be honest, the honey-colored four-story main building is more like a private art gallery, considering that there is another building in the estate specifically for private collections.

The honey-colored four-story main building is great in every way, but it doesn't feel like home; it lacks a warm and cozy atmosphere.

In the lavishly decorated living room, Anastasia reclined on the back of the sofa, clutching a soft cushion, and listlessly flipped through today's newspaper.

This morning's newspapers did not mention what happened last night, but today's daily and evening papers gave detailed reports on the two severely damaged streets, taking up a large portion of the pages.

Although the report was detailed, it did not reveal the real reason why the two streets were severely damaged.

Instead of delving into the truth behind the story, the newspaper colluded with the authorities to appease the public and cover up the truth.

An accidental gas leak led to an explosion—this is the official and newspaper explanation, largely consistent with Anastasia and Mike's earlier speculation.

The pollution outbreak years ago was disguised as an accidental explosion, and last night's battle with the Beyonders was also disguised as an accident. Gloria's officials and newspapers, as always, concealed the existence of the Beyonders.

On this point, governments around the world have reached a rare consensus, refusing to mention the existence of a transcendent being.

Governments around the world deny the existence of transcendent beings while simultaneously exploiting them, establishing official agencies specifically to manage them.

This is also a helpless move. Governments of various countries actually want to eliminate those who endanger social security and threaten official rule, but they cannot do so, nor dare they do so.

Firstly, because the transcendent possesses astonishing individual strength, and if they fail to kill the tiger, they will inevitably suffer a backlash; secondly, because the transcendent is also needed to resolve abnormal events such as pollution outbreaks.

Therefore, governments around the world have no choice but to reluctantly cooperate with the superhumans, allowing these individuals, who are powerful but mentally unstable, to continue to exist.

Perhaps the newspaper was too boring, or perhaps the sofa beneath her was too soft and comfortable. Anastasia put down the newspaper, slowly closed her eyes, and her breathing gradually became even and peaceful. She must have fallen asleep.

Meanwhile, in a heavily guarded tower far from the upper city, Mr. Lonkinswit, dressed in a specially made protective suit, was throwing a tantrum.

Enraged, Mr. Lonkinswit transformed into a desktop cleaning master, smashing all the bottles, jars, and precision instruments that had been on the table to the ground.

The bottles and jars were smashed to pieces, and the unidentified liquid was scattered all over the ground; the precision instruments were also smashed to pieces, with no chance of repair.

Not content with his anger, Mr. Lonkinswit, with a fierce gaze, swept over everyone in the laboratory.

The lab personnel, clad in protective suits, remained silent, not daring to utter a sound, for none of them wanted to be targeted by Lonkinswit at such a time.

Everyone present knew that Mr. Lonkinswait was a ruthless man, and the consequences of being angered by him were very serious. It was better to die on one's own than to die a miserable death at his hands.

"Useless! You're all useless! You're all useless!"

Mr. Lonkinswain was furious but did not roar, which only made the experimenters present more afraid.

"Montagu has only been researching pollution for a short time, yet they've already produced their own results. And you? You can't produce any results at all; all you do is ask for money!"

The most frustrating thing is comparison; Montagu’s success makes Lonkinswait’s failure seem even more pathetic.

Montagu's main business is manufacturing and mining, while Lonkinswit's main business is medical pharmaceuticals. This stark contrast is hard to accept.

If it were merely a research failure and the inability to produce results, Mr. Lonkinswait wouldn't be so angry. The key issue is that the attack on Mike Montagu also failed, and failed twice in a row.

If it were just two failed attacks, Mr. Lonkinswit's anger wouldn't have reached its peak. The key issue was the heavy losses suffered in last night's operation. Mr. Lonkinswit lost two Man-made Disaster-level Beyonders in one night, which was the main reason for his fury.

Man-made disaster-level transcendents are not like rotten cabbage leaves on the street; they are the elite among transcendents, second only to natural disasters.

In various official and unofficial transcendental organizations, man-made disaster-level transcendents are the core figures and the backbone of the organization.

Losing two superhuman beings overnight was a devastating blow to Mr. Lonkinswait, who was a compulsive gambler and had already staked his entire fortune.

The lack of core strength greatly reduced Mr. Lonkinswit's chances of winning the game. Even if he succeeded in obtaining Montagu's research records, it would be a Pyrrhic victory, leaving him powerless to face the surging tide ahead.

Unless Mr. Lonkinswit has even stronger support, he will have no chance to reverse his decline and achieve his long-cherished upward mobility.

"Dulles".

Lonkinswait suppressed his anger and looked at the only person kneeling on the ground.

The long-haired man, now in protective gear, shivered; he remained as fearful of Lonkinswit as ever.

It's strange that Dulles, the long-haired man, is a superhuman who has caused man-made disasters, yet he fears Lonkinswitter like a tiger and has no dignity whatsoever towards him.

"Dulles, you were in charge of both operations. Tell me, why did both operations end in failure? Give me a reasonable explanation, Dulles."

"It's the Anomaly Investigation Bureau! It's all their fault!" Dulles, kneeling on the ground, pressed his body even lower. "Their flawed intelligence led us to misjudge the situation and severely underestimate Angel's strength!"

Dulles, kneeling on the ground, had his buttocks sticking out high, like a dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy.

With a trembling voice, Dulles unhesitatingly shifted the blame to the Bureau of Abnormal Investigations, saying it was all their fault!

Although it was an attempt to shift blame, the Bureau of Abnormal Investigations deserved the blame perfectly. Their intelligence was wrong from the start, not only misleading Lonkinswait but also getting themselves into serious trouble.

"And then there's more," Lonkinswit said. The Bureau of Anomalies was at fault, but they were only one of the reasons the operation failed.

"Last night's operation was crucial, yet the Bureau of Anomalies only dispatched a single combat team to intercept Angel. Rollins, whose danger rating is only high, is incapable of handling such an important mission. There are serious problems with the Bureau's arrangements!"

Dulles continued to shift the blame to the Bureau of Abnormal Investigations, refusing to acknowledge his own mistakes.

The Bureau of Anomalies only dispatched one combat team, which was due to faulty intelligence; they severely underestimated the strength of their adversary.

If Anastasia's true strength is as the Bureau of Investigation anticipated, a Rollins squad would be enough to solve the problem. However, Anastasia's strength far exceeds the Bureau of Investigation's expectations.

"Anything else?" This wasn't the answer Lonkinswain wanted.

"I underestimated the situation and didn't expect that someone was secretly helping Montagu."

Unable to shift the blame, Dulles had to admit his own mistake, but he still attributed the main error to others.

Dulles's plan was to have the Bureau of Anomalies distract Anastasia, while his own expert in human warfare would distract Blatt, and then they would seize the opportunity to kidnap Mike and finish the job quickly.

However, plans can never keep up with changes.

The Bureau of Anomalies' combat team failed to hold Anastasia back, and their own expert in man-made disasters also failed to hold Blatt back.

The biggest change was that the team that was supposed to kidnap Mike not only didn't take the opportunity to attack him, but also disappeared without a trace.

"Dulles, are you blaming me?" Lonkinswait said.

"Absolutely not, sir!" Dulles crouched even lower, his breath stirring up the dust on the ground.

"You're blaming me for misjudging the situation, you're blaming me for not anticipating that someone would secretly help Montagu, and you're even blaming me for taking action against Montagu."

With each syllable Lonkinswitched out, a bead of sweat appeared on Dulles's forehead.

If Lonkinswain hadn't been blinded by greed, and if he hadn't been a compulsive gambler, things wouldn't have turned out this way.

Dulles thought this in his heart, but he dared not say it out loud. Dulles was probably the most frustrated man-made disaster in Gloria, and possibly the most frustrated man-made disaster in the world.

"Dulles, do you think I'm bound to lose?"

As he spoke, Lonkinswait slowly squatted down, raised his hand and slapped Dulles on the head in a highly insulting manner.

As expected of the most frustrating man-made disaster in Gloria, Lonkinswit's treatment of Dulles was no different from that of a dog.

"Sir, you will surely win," Dulles said. "The Lonkinswit family will undoubtedly achieve even greater glory under your leadership!"

The two were so close that Dulles could have taken Lonkinswait's life in an instant, but Lonkinswait dared not make a move and could only lie on the ground like a dog trying to please its master.

"I won't lose, and Lonkinswait won't lose either," Lonkinswait said as he stood up. "This time, I'll take action myself."

"When you take action, sir, success is guaranteed!" Dulles flattered, as if he had a tail, which would surely be wagging so fast it would leave afterimages.

"Dulles, it's time to show me your loyalty," Lonkinswit said. "I believe you can handle that woman named Angel, right?"

Wearing protective gear, Dulles was instantly drenched in sweat; he still couldn't escape Lonkinswit's punishment.

Having been targeted twice by Mike Montague, Anastasia Angel is no longer the despised private detective she once was.

Dulles had absolutely no confidence in dealing with Anastasia; he even began to suspect that this suddenly appearing private detective was a natural disaster.

Sending Dulles to deal with Anastasia, who is suspected of being a natural disaster, is Mr. Lonkinswit's punishment for him.

If Dulles can successfully solve the problem, it will be a great achievement; if he fails to solve the problem, no one will remember him.

"Don't let me down this time," Lonkinswit said.

With that, Lonkinswit turned and left the laboratory.

The researchers breathed a sigh of relief; they no longer had to worry about being blamed.

Thinking of this, the researchers present looked at Dulles, who was being punished, and showed him no sympathy whatsoever.

Wearing a protective suit, Dulles slowly got up from the ground. His body remained respectful, but his eyes, hidden behind the mask, were full of resentment.