Two men, shrouded in full-face masks and protective suits, pushed open the door to the server room, only to find Bernard, sitting on the couch like a king, unmoving as a mountain.
Blood was oozing from every part of his body, even his slightly turned face was smeared with blood. Only his eyes, cold as ashes, held a defiant glint.
A surgical knife was stuck in his side, its silvery light reflecting onto the men's faces, making them look like demons from hell.
Anyone else who had come face-to-face with 1-1 and 1-3 would have been terrified, yet Bernard, sitting on the couch, didn't even bat an eyelid.
His stubbornness and indomitable spirit were somewhat admirable to the two founders, but…
"If you weren't the head of Siren Organization, I would have been thoroughly impressed by your audacity to infiltrate the upper district single-handedly," said 1-1 with a tone that was steady and wise as if aged by time.
"What brings you to Area Opaca?"
As if catching up with an old friend, 1-1 pulled up a chair in front of Bernard, sat down without any hint of caution, and lit a cigarette, offering one to Bernard.
Bernard, who hadn't uttered a word till now, took the cigarette with his slender fingers.
He watched the burning cigarette silently for a while before putting it in his mouth and taking a deep puff.
He had relied on cigarettes to survive the years she wasn’t around. When she returned, he had quit smoking. But now that she was gone, he saw no reason to abstain any longer.
Sitting there, leisurely puffing his cigarette, Bernard's face, beautiful yet stained with blood, was obscured by the smoke, giving away no hint of his emotions.
1-1 watched him for a while before lighting up a cigarette for himself. He didn't inhale, just twirled it in his fingers thoughtfully.
"If you won't talk, we'll have to follow Area Opaca's protocols and send you to the bio-chem district."
Bernard took a drag on his cigarette, glanced at 1-1 and said, "Take off the mask."
Before 1-1 could respond, 1-3, who had been leaning against the door with his arms crossed, laughed, "So, you infiltrated Area Opaca to uncover our identities."
His voice was distorted, clearly an attempt to hide his true identity.
"Is there any other reason?" Bernard removed the cigarette from his mouth, and exhaled a thin stream of smoke.
To 1-3, this act seemed provocative, "Aren't you afraid of dying?"
Bernard's gaze moved past 1-3 to Kermit standing next to him, "Don't you care about his life?"
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