Chapter 217
by Need_More_SleepChapter 217: The Mole
“Night Demon got captured?”
Upon hearing the news, Yiwen wasn’t particularly surprised.
For ordinary people, criminals inevitably meet their end in custody—those who evade justice or retire unscathed should be the rare exceptions.
Well… though admittedly, the number of fugitives might be a bit high.
“Xiaoliu took him down alone?”
That was what shocked Yiwen.
—
Even with one hand firmly gripped by Mi Xiaoliu, Charuk still had room to maneuver.
Ignoring the searing pain, a calm observation would reveal that Mi Xiaoliu’s six senses were indeed gone—her movements uncoordinated, her counters delayed by half a beat.
Dodging her punches was laughably easy, her wind-ups were painfully telegraphed.
The real problem was the hand she had locked in her grasp.
As a mercenary with decades of experience, Charuk had the grit to sever his own limb to escape—but his weapon of choice was a lightweight claw blade designed for slitting throats.
His only regret? Not swiping a couple of laser guns from Easter because they were “too heavy.”
Even then, he still had options. His portable thrusters, for one.
For someone deprived of all senses, merely standing was a miracle—a light kick would send them sprawling.
Or he could’ve used the claw blade to slit Mi Xiaoliu’s throat or stab through her eye into her brain.
But Sasha didn’t give him time to strategize. She directed Mi Xiaoliu to shove an apple straight into his heart—no wind-up, no warning.
“So… is he alive?”
This was the last person who’d seen her father. At the very least, he could’ve revealed her dad’s location before kicking the bucket.
Officer Chen didn’t answer.
He was staring at the basket of apples Mi Xiaoliu had brought Yiwen. On closer inspection, the top ones still had patches of white, while the ones beneath were uniformly crimson—identical in shape.
The answer was yes.
Barely.
By the time medics arrived, he was miraculously clinging to a sliver of life. Now, he lingered in a coma.
The news reported roughly a thousand victims in the incident, most from the collapse of Tech Tower.
Those hit directly by the rocket died instantly, but many superpowered officers had already arrived, launching rapid rescue efforts.
Then Night Demon’s indiscriminate Great Silence struck—not only disrupting rescuers but extinguishing the last hope of survivors buried in the rubble.
Three hours of chaos later, once Mi Xiaoliu’s sensory deprivation lifted, Old Chen had her immediately store the ruins in her spatial inventory. With the rescue team’s help, casualties were minimized.
It also separated survivors from the dead—because the deceased, classified as part of the ruins, were swept into the system’s storage alongside debris.
The TV broadcasted the grim aftermath.
Off-camera, a little boy wailed and hurled rocks at Mi Xiaoliu, his face red with fury.
A stark contrast to his expression six months ago when he’d thrown eggs at her.
Gloria caught the rocks, glanced around for cameras, then strode over and slapped the kid.
He was one of the people Mi Xiaoliu had saved by clearing the rubble.
His rage stemmed from his father being categorized as debris.
Currently, the police are offering free counseling to victims of sensory deprivation.
They couldn’t possibly recruit enough psychics, and mass hypnosis wasn’t precise—so public funds were allocated for therapists…
Even someone of Raven’s caliber made a tidy profit.
In Officer Chen’s eyes, Mi Xiaoliu was born to be a superpowered officer. Aside from lacking orange-eye recording abilities, she was practically omnipotent.
Not recruiting her was a waste—if not for that damn Black Element.
“I saw tons of cops outside the hospital earlier. Were they escorting the Night Demon here?” Yiwen asked.
Officer Chen ignored her.
“Rest up. I’m checking on the Black family kid—looks like he’s gone catatonic.”
He fished out a pure red apple from the basket, placed it on Yiwen’s bed, then took the entire basket.
“Have some shame!”
Yiwen could only watch as he confiscated Xiaoliu’s affection.
She angrily bit into the apple—and found the pain in her arm easing.
—
Hospital Rooftop.
Beibei tilted her head, peering outside.
The hallway was packed with cops—not visitors, but guards.
A formation she’d never seen before.
You’d need at least LV4 to break through, right?
Not necessarily. Using her police clearance, Yiwen took the elevator up.
Beibei waved excitedly. But Yiwen wasn’t here for her.
She approached a senior colleague. “Hey, is the Night Demon here?”
The man shook his head silently. Cold much?
Drawing from negligible experience, Yiwen pinpointed the guarded core—Night Demon’s room.
Not in the ICU, meaning he’d stabilized.
These people had been tight-lipped about her father. Once Night Demon was transferred to Arkham, she’d lose her chance to interrogate him.
Yiwen shrugged and signed in to visit Beibei. The process was smoother now—Beibei no longer needed a lightless environment. The bed by the door had a new occupant. No prizes for guessing what happened to the last one.
Some patients ignored Yiwen’s arrival, others tensed up. A visitor only highlighted their own loneliness.
Beibei eagerly patted the bed, dying to know how things were progressing with “Princess”—had Yiwen discovered her true gender? Had they sealed the deal?
“It’s stuffy in here. Why not open the window?”
Beibei’s bed was by the window. Yiwen pushed it open.
Then she drew the curtains around Beibei’s bed, earning eye-rolls from the room.
“Fresh air,” my ass.
Beibei flushed. No, Yiwen! You already have the Princess!
She shut her eyes. Sorry, Xue’er.
Yiwen raised a finger: “Shh.” Damn, this window has bars?
Makes sense for a prisoner ward. Higher floors always had safeguards.
No matter. Under Beibei’s stunned gaze, Yiwen reached past the bars and twisted a bolt. One turn, and it began unscrewing itself. She kept chatting with Beibei to mask the noise.
Not the most subtle cover, but snitches get ostracized—a universal rule from elementary school to prison. There were definitely bugs, but after Mi Xiaoliu’s capture, Beibei wasn’t high-priority surveillance anymore. No one would monitor her 24/7.
Yiwen flew out, screwed the bolt back, and headed for the room she’d memorized.
“Ahem!” An extremely deliberate cough.
Yiwen froze. Inside Night Demon’s room, a man sat on the windowsill, staring directly at her. I underestimated my colleagues.
The Devil. LV2 Vision Enhancement and LV3 Premonition.
Talk about bad luck. You dare block me?
Through the window, she could see a figure lying on the hospital bed.
A sight that would fray sanity—if she had to describe it, imagine Red Skull, but fleshless. No face, just raw muscle. An ability-suppressing collar clung to his neck as he lay unconscious.
This is Night Demon?
“Breaking the law as an officer?” Devil spoke first, as if sensing Yiwen’s murderous intent.
“I just have two questions. Wanna bet I’ll throw you out this window?” Yiwen glared.
How ironic—Xiaoliu’s prisoner, guarded by the man who nearly killed her.
The Devil didn’t answer. Instead, he raised a gloved hand, revealing a button near the webbing of his thumb. One press would summon every officer in the vicinity.
“I could make that button press feel like an eternity for you,” Yiwen bluffed.
“You want answers about your father.”
“You know something?”
“No.” A deliberately infuriating reply.
“Your father wasn’t a good man.” A third voice.
From Night Demon himself. He’d woken at some point.
Utterly unconcerned with his predicament, he lounged with one hand propping his faceless head, the grotesque musculature twisting into something resembling a grin.
“What the hell does that mean? You know me?” Yiwen’s brow furrowed.
This was their second encounter. She’d never told Night Demon who she was.
“You really don’t know?” Charuk scratched at his collar—triggering an electric shock.
He didn’t even flinch. “Riels was a mole from Night Hawk planted in the police from the start. He stole the Federation’s highest-level encrypted data right under four LV5s in Metropolis.”
“Explain. Now.” Yiwen wrenched the window bars apart barehanded.
“Tch.” Devil pressed a second button on his glove.
Charuk convulsed—electrocuted back into unconsciousness. At the same moment, superpowered officers stormed in and dragged Yiwen away.
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