She is a natural disaster.

Chapter 84 Speechless

Speechless.

Speechless.

Catherine Caplette slapped her face.

Holden, now middle-aged, turned his head and closed his eyes, unable to bear looking, but his beard trembled.

Calamity-level transcendents are touted as beings close to gods. Although such boasting is extremely exaggerated, it reveals the high status of Calamity-level transcendents.

This was the first time Caplette and Holden had ever encountered a natural disaster as unconventional as Anastasia Angel.

The two had to admit that the sword technique that came from the sky was incredibly powerful, but what natural disaster could knock you so dazed? What natural disaster could knock you so badly that you might have a concussion?

Catherine Caplette slowly exhaled, forcing herself to appear aloof, but the corners of her icy face twitched.

Holden, a middle-aged man, is a rare good guy in the Bureau of Investigation. He has no interest in scheming and has a serious and rigid appearance, like an old-fashioned relic from the last century.

But this old relic from the last century couldn't hold back any longer. He was stunned by Anastasia's actions. He had never seen anything so reckless. Who would directly crash into the pollution source's exoskeleton? Wasn't this like throwing an egg against a rock?

At that moment, Anastasia, who had fallen headfirst, used her hands to push herself out of the ground.

She shook her head again to shake off the dirt clinging to her hair, then got up, covered in dust.

Anastasia squinted at the culprit who had knocked her flying; it was a deformed person with severely disproportionate body parts, one side large and the other small.

The man's right side was extremely robust; his right arm was longer than his knee, and at its thickest point, it was thicker than Anastasia's waist. His chest was high and bulging, and the veins on it looked thicker than Anastasia's wrist.

The man's left side was even shriveled and sunken. His left arm was of normal length, but it looked like there was no flesh at all, as if it was just a skeleton covered with a layer of skin. His left chest was severely sunken, with no flesh and blood, and you couldn't even feel the bones.

Anastasia looked and looked, thought and thought, and finally discerned the man's former appearance from his distorted face.

"This is the source of the pollution," Holden said, pulling his two-handed sword from the ground. "Take care of it, and we can end tonight's crisis."

Holden stood up and slung his two-handed sword over his shoulder.

"Something's strange," Holden muttered to himself. "A pollution outbreak caused by human error shouldn't have reached this level!"

Generally speaking, only when a transcendent being of a level of human-caused disaster or higher undergoes distortion and collapse can a pollution outbreak be triggered.

Because those who transcend to the level of human-caused disaster are themselves walking sources of pollution, when these people cannot suppress their own mutated power, the pollution within their bodies will erupt.

Although the pollution outbreak tonight was not widespread, the pollution concentration was extremely high, far exceeding what could be achieved by human error.

The three Bureau of Anomalies combat teams that entered the manor before the outbreak were all wiped out, leaving only Mr. Stone conscious.

The same was true for Lonkinswit's side; none of those blood-stained thugs managed to escape the manor alive, either collapsing completely or gradually losing consciousness.

Apart from Catherine Caplette and Mr. Stone, everyone who remained at the manor during the pollution outbreak died, including Calvin.

The combat squads that were lying in ambush outside the manor also suffered heavy casualties. If they had not been evacuated from the contaminated center in time, and if the elite squads had not arrived in time to provide support, these combat squads would probably have been wiped out as well.

"Could it be a natural disaster?" Holden continued to mutter to himself. "But if it's a natural disaster, how could it collapse in a situation where victory was assured? Its own state is far too unstable!"

If Anastasia and the white-haired old woman complete their exchange, the side possessing the second Calamity will absolutely not lose tonight's final battle.

When natural disasters and man-made calamities collide, even one hand is not enough.

“You’re wrong, Mr. Holden,” Catherine Caplette said. “Bill Montague only has one calamity with him, the private investigator who was just knocked away.”

Holden doesn't know Capulet, but Capulet knows him, even his birthdate.

"Tonight's pollution outbreak is not an accident, but a carefully orchestrated scheme by Bill Montagu," Catherine Caplet continued. "Miss Angel may know the reason behind it."

At that moment, Anastasia, looking disheveled, slowly walked over.

As the outer shell of the contaminant was destroyed, the dark purple flames dissipated, and the expressions of the three people present relaxed considerably.

For ordinary transcendents, pollution sources are extremely difficult to deal with, and the slightest carelessness can trigger a more serious secondary outbreak, but natural disasters are obviously not included in this category.

If the three Cataclysmic beings couldn't defeat the source of pollution even working together, they should have just crashed into the outer shell of the pollution source and died, saving themselves the trouble of painstakingly breaking through the outer shell and causing a secondary outbreak of pollution.

"I know absolutely nothing," Anastasia said. "I'm a mercenary hired by Mr. Montagu. Would you tell a mercenary everything about your plans?"

Holden shook his head upon hearing this. He agreed with Anastasia's statement; in any case, he wouldn't reveal his entire plan to the mercenaries.

Mr. Holden is an honest man who doesn't like to play tricks and isn't good at them; in any case, not many people dare to deceive him.

Unless that audacious guy wants to give the forensic doctor a difficult problem, such as reconstructing a dismembered body.

"Really?" Catherine Caplette said. "I don't believe it."

Capulet wasn't so easily fooled; she didn't believe Anastasia would be completely unaware of anything.

"Believe it or not." Anastasia glanced at Caplett; she had absolutely no liking for him and would have drawn her sword to kill him if the situation weren't so inappropriate.

“You are a natural disaster, and you’ve been staying in this manor for quite some time. Even if Bill Montagu doesn’t say anything, he can’t hide it from you,” Catherine Caplett said.

In fact, Bill Montagu never mentioned his plan to Anastasia, but he did not hide it from her when carrying it out.

Anastasia scoffed and said, "Don't tell me I didn't know. Even if I did know beforehand, what could I do?"

"You should stop him!" Capulet exclaimed. "Don't you know how dangerous a pollution outbreak is? Look how many people have died tonight!"

"So what if people die? People die every day in Gloria," Anastasia said. "Besides, weren't all the people who died tonight killed by you? Mr. Montague was just the knife that killed them."

Catherine Caplette was speechless for a moment; she herself was one of the people behind the tragedy.

"What are you looking at? You've been so busy talking about her, you haven't mentioned you, have you?" Anastasia turned her gun on the honest Holden. "The Bureau of Abnormal Investigations was also involved in the attack on Mike."

Mr. Holden remained silent and did not refute. Although he did not participate in the internal struggles of the Bureau of Investigation, he still knew a little about the dirty tricks within the bureau.

Besides, the bodies of Rollins' team members were hanging on the streetlights in front of the Bureau of Investigation; how could Holden not have heard about it?

"If I were Bill Montagu, I wouldn't have evacuated people beforehand. If we're going to die, we all die together," Anastasia continued. "The more people who die, the better, because you don't care anyway."

Upon hearing this, Caplette and Holden both looked at Anastasia, whose ideas seemed even more dangerous and insane.

Bill Montagu was crazy enough to trigger the pollution, but at least he evacuated people in advance, which greatly reduced the destructive power of the pollution outbreak.

If Anastasia's plan is followed, none of the ordinary people near the manor will escape, the pollution outbreak will cause even more deaths, and the Bureau of Anomalies will pay an even greater price.

"This approach seems a bit cold-blooded and will implicate many innocent people," Anastasia said belatedly. "This won't do; it's too cruel."

Caplette and Holden remained uneasy, sensing that Anastasia was about to say something even more surprising.

“Mr. Montagu should have gone to the central courtyard and detonated the contamination,” Anastasia said. “You only feel the pain when the whip hits you.”

Caplette and Holden exchanged a glance; the consequences of a contamination outbreak in the central courtyard were unimaginable.

"So you should thank Bill Montagu for his kindness and compassion, not condemn him," Anastasia continued. "You are not worthy to condemn him."

Caplette and Holden both lowered their heads, neither able to come up with a suitable argument to refute Anastasia's fallacies.

Because tonight's pollution outbreak is not solely Bill Montagu's fault.

"I need to go and deal with the source of the pollution now."

Anastasia stepped forward slowly, saying as she went, "By the way, it used to be the Montague family's old butler."