She is a natural disaster.

Chapter 44 Stalemate

"It's me, Tobias. I have an emergency to report."

On the other end of the phone, Tobias Gibson was furious; the audacity of the Bureau of Extraordinary Investigations had enraged him.

"Is the police station being blocked again, or are the underlings causing trouble? Just handle it yourself; there's no need to report every little detail to me."

On the other end of the phone, Detective Chief Inspector Lopez yawned lazily. The noisy phone ringing interrupted his sweet dream. The chief inspector now longed to go back to bed and continue his interrupted dream.

"No, it was the Bureau of Anomalies that attacked Angel," Tobias Gibson said. "And Montague, he should have been attacked too, but the situation there is still unclear. I'll send people to look for him."

Then, Gibson quickly and briefly recounted what he knew, especially what was related to Anastasia.

"Those old fogies in the Bureau of Investigation are really getting worse as they get older," Lopez said dismissively on the other end of the phone. "They think they can just sit at the gambling table with two chips in their hands, a bunch of profit-driven idiots."

Chief Inspector Lopez didn't seem to care much about the damage to the streets, and his words showed a great deal of disdain for the Bureau of Paranormal Investigations.

"Angel may be injured," Tobias Gibson said. "According to the officers, she looked disheveled and had blood on her."

The patrol officer saw a battle-damaged Anastasia; the large bloodstains on her shirt didn't look like splattered blood, but rather traces left by soaking in blood.

"I thought she could take down a combat squad without a scratch," Lopez said. "To be honest, I'm a little disappointed."

Chief Inspector Lopez sounded somewhat disappointed with Anastasia's performance tonight, but there was no contempt or disdain in his words; rather, he seemed to regret that Anastasia hadn't escaped unharmed.

"This is just the officer's description; I can't confirm whether there were any injuries at this time," Tobias Gibson said.

"Then we need to find out as soon as possible whether Angel is injured, and whether Montague is alive or dead," Lopez said. "I don't want to do business with dead men; that would be too horrifying."

"I understand. I'll check the situation as soon as possible—"

Before Gibson could finish speaking on the other end of the phone, Lopez's voice came through again.

"Didn't you just say there was a complete body at the scene? Tomorrow morning, throw that body in front of the investigation bureau as a warning to them."

In just a few words, Chief Inspector Lopez had everything arranged.

He seemed completely unconcerned about the damaged streets, only wanting to check on Anastasia and Mike, and incidentally slap the Bureau of Investigation in the face in response to their recklessness.

The call ended, and Tobias Gibson left the all-night bar with his officers.

Standing on the street, the chubby Gibson listened to the commotion in the pub behind him, and thought about the woman's body that had been shot and the debris scattered on the street. Gibson felt an urge to drag all the drunks in the pub back to the police station.

Today was an absolutely terrible day for the Upper Town Police Station; tonight is going to be even worse.

Tobias Gibson shook his head; he was in for a busy night, with another mess to clean up.

The chubby Gibson looked up at the bright moon hanging high in the night sky, and at that moment he desperately hoped that Anastasia Angel could resolve tonight's matter decisively.

However, things never go according to plan, and Tobias Gibson's hopes were destined to be dashed.

In another block not far from the Vanessa Grand Theatre, a battle is taking place between Man-made Disaster-level Beyonders.

Iniz Blatt stood on the street. The mysterious Beyonder, who lived in an apartment on Riverside Boulevard, looked somewhat older, sported a short beard, and bore a resemblance to Mike Montagu in his features.

After receiving a call from Rupert the coachman, Blatter hurriedly left his apartment and rushed to the Vanessa Theatre as fast as he could. However, before Blatter even got close to the block where the theatre was located, someone stopped him and prevented him from getting any closer to the theatre.

The person who stopped Iniz Blatt was an old acquaintance, the same one who had stopped him in his apartment last time.

If we can't meet again with tears in our eyes, then we'll definitely be blushing.

The two superhuman beings, who were at the level of human calamity, didn't waste any words and started fighting directly, resulting in a fierce battle that shook the heavens and the earth.

The two superhuman beings, both at the level of human-caused disaster, were unable to determine a winner for the time being, but the street where they were located suffered greatly, as the entire street was covered with black and green mold.

Unpleasant mold is growing rampantly on the streets, not only corroding the solid asphalt pavement into potholes, but also climbing up walls and covering the surfaces of surrounding buildings, corroding the walls.

The rampant mold covered almost the entire street, except for a small patch of pavement under Iniz Blatt's feet that escaped its decay.

Iniz Blatt frowned. The mold in front of him was not only corrosive, but its pungent smell was also giving him a headache. This was the effect of the mold's toxic components, which were slowly eroding Blatt's body.

During Mike Montague's first attack, Blatt was trapped in his apartment by highly corrosive mold and was unable to reach him in time.

Tonight, the attackers repeated their tactics, once again using mold to block Blatter's path and prevent him from approaching the theater.

Despite this, Iniz Blatt was not as anxious as he had been during the first attack.

He believed Anastasia could protect Mike, and all he needed to do was hold off the enemy in front of him, and hold off the man-made disaster-level Beyonder who created the mold.

"This isn't the main riverside road; there's no river water to use. Blatt, your mutant power seems to have been greatly diminished!"

The street mold suddenly began to talk, a truly terrifying scene, but Iniz Blatt paid no attention to it, nor did the enemy's taunts anger him.

As is well known, elemental transcendents excel at using elements in combat.

Iniz Blatt is an elemental transcendent. The power of mutation has given him the ability to control water. The closer he gets to a water source, the stronger his combat power becomes.

That's why Mike Montagu's apartment is located on Riverside Boulevard, because the building is right next to a tributary of the Kiluma River.

"My mold has surrounded you; it's only a matter of time before it kills you."

The mold covering the street began to speak again, and then a small patch of mold on the street suddenly gathered into a human shape.

"If Wyatt Hall hadn't been such a useless piece of trash, I would have killed you that night. The attack failed, and I had to evacuate temporarily. You escaped with your life, Blatt."

The small patch of human-shaped mold slowly receded, revealing a short figure.

The man who suddenly appeared was very short, like a child who hadn't grown up yet, but his head was very large, making his head and body proportions very disproportionate.

Iniz Blatt stared intently at the dwarf-like, man-made disaster-level transcendent being. The other party's appearance was far beyond Blatt's expectations. The last time he saw a dwarf was in a circus performance.

"I admit your mold is really bad; it makes me afraid to move around, and I even have to slow down my breathing as much as possible."

Blatt changed the subject and continued, "But after seeing your appearance, I suddenly remembered something: the power of mutation does indeed come at a price."

Iniz Blatt is a man-made disaster-level transcendent, a true transcendent. With his control over the power of mutation to such an extent, it's impossible that he doesn't know that the power of mutation comes at a price. Blatt was merely mocking the dwarf in front of him.

In this era, it's not uncommon to see people kicking a cripple's good leg or slapping a man with a facial paralysis's half-good mouth. It's perfectly normal to mock the enemy's weaknesses.

Both being superhuman beings, the man who created the mold and gained the upper hand was a dwarf with a large head and a small body, while the one who was at a disadvantage and on the verge of collapse, Blatt, was well-developed and exuded the mature charm of a middle-aged man.

On the surface, the dwarf, who seemed to have the upper hand, could have won no more, but in reality, he was completely devastated by the defeat, to the point of jumping up and down in frustration.

"I'm going to kill you!" the dwarf man said. "You'll die along with Mike Montagu!"

The mold covering the streets grew wildly again, constantly eroding the clean land beneath Iniz Blatt's feet. The smell in the air became increasingly pungent, causing Blatt to suffer from a splitting headache and shortness of breath.

As the dwarf man's attack became increasingly frantic, the solid asphalt road surface began to bubble, gradually revealing the soil and gravel beneath.

The originally smooth building surface has begun to peel off, the walls have become uneven, and the building materials have shown a tendency to soften and turn into powder.

If the mold is allowed to continue to grow unchecked, all the buildings on this street will likely be destroyed, and a sudden collapse could happen in the next second.

Iniz Blatt's condition is becoming increasingly precarious. He can still withstand the mold, but he can't stop breathing!

At this moment, the toxins emitted by the mold were having an increasingly noticeable effect on Blatt. His eyes were watering uncontrollably, and his nasal passages were itchy—a very bad sign.

The two superhuman beings of the level of man-made disaster seem to have already decided the winner. Although the dwarf man is completely defeated, he is able to slowly wear down Iniz Blatt.

Once the mold's toxins have invaded his entire body and penetrated to his bone marrow, Blatt is doomed to die unless he can find a man-made disaster or a natural calamity-level Serpent Man to help him.

However, the number of Ophiuchus-type transcendents is already small, let alone those whose danger rating reaches the level of man-made disaster.

The dwarf man grinned smugly, as if he could already see Blatter being tormented by the bursting toxins, and see Blatter dying in agony.

Iniz Blatt was also laughing. He didn't have a solution for the mold, but he could solve the problem of the people who made it.

Suddenly, jets of water rose from the mold-covered street, rising high into the air before turning into raindrops and falling back down, repeatedly washing the street and slowing down the rate of mold erosion.

At the same time, water also seeped out from the ground beneath Iniz Blatt's feet. The clear water continued to expand outward, constantly driving away the rampant mold and purifying the decaying asphalt road surface inch by inch.

The battle between the two man-made disaster-level transcendents seemed to have returned to a stalemate, with the rampant mold unable to advance further and the clear water unable to completely dispel it.

Iniz Blatt's eyes stopped tearing uncontrollably, and the itching in his nasal cavity gradually subsided, temporarily returning to normal.

The dire situation has been alleviated; now it's time to deal with the people who created the problem.

Iniz Blatt was never worried about the intractable mold; he was always worried about the dwarf man hiding in the mold and not showing himself.

Now, the dwarf man, who thought he had victory in his grasp, has shown himself, and Blatt's chance has arrived—

Just then, a figure flashed before Iniz Blatt's eyes. The figure was so fast that Blatt couldn't even tell if it was a man or a woman.

The figure flashed across the mold-covered street like a black lightning bolt. Before the highly corrosive mold could even do anything, the figure had already swiftly passed by, thrusting a sword at the dwarf man who had created the mold.

Iniz Blatt shook his head. He thought something unexpected had happened, but it turned out that Anastasia had come to steal the kill.