Chapter 121: Pasta God Cult

More than twenty minutes later.

The vast majority of the unconscious motorbike gang were first taken by the cleanup team to the Rome Branch Building for further detailed inspection.

That lump of "spaghetti" was also placed in a special container, escorted by technicians and elite security, and sent straight to the Paris Research Center a thousand kilometers away.

"Spaghetti" will be examined and analyzed by more professional researchers, who will draw detailed or approximate conclusions for rating.

But its final fate will be either sent to Lockford Island for containment, or, being too dangerous, eliminated by the company.

Based on the current data,

this "spaghetti" is essentially a non‑threat level anomaly.

00:49.

At this moment, the exterior of the bar has been completely sealed off.

On both sides of the security line stand armed guards disguised as police, as well as actual officers of the Rome City Police Department.

Nearby residents, dressed in their own casual clothes—or even pajamas—gather outside the security line, chatting about what happened at the bar.

The news‑hungry journalists even brandish high‑definition equipment to take photos or video.

After capturing the footage, they pair it with wildly fanciful—actually baseless—headlines and captions, preparing an exaggerated report.

Just then, the chief of the Rome City Police Department arrived, pushed through the crowd to the bar's main entrance, turned, and shouted to everyone:

"Everyone! Our police have arrested all participants in the brawl, and only a few sustained minor injuries.

Our department will announce the details of this case tomorrow morning, so please don't worry; we police will certainly ensure your safety!"

"I told you those motorbike gang members would eventually turn on each other."

"No one died from this?"

"Go home; I'm too sleepy."

After hearing the chief's statement, the residents began to disperse one by one.

After all, the locals know this bar is the motorbike gang's turf; now that the much‑rumored 'infighting' has occurred, they lose interest and head home to sleep.

As for the journalists, the key point they heard is that the police will release the case details tomorrow.

The public statement is meant to inform the crowd about the case, but in reality it serves as a warning to the journalists.

If those journalists truly dare to fabricate reports for profit and fame, they will face full pursuit by the police and the government.

Consequently, the journalists reluctantly left.

Meanwhile, the interior of the bar has become empty.

Fourteen members of the Special Task Force, including Ghost and Xiaoqiang, still handle security here, while several technicians conduct final checks.

Beside the bar counter.

Buleiya and three other intelligence officers are interrogating the Hedgehog Head.

However, before Buleiya and the others could resort to unconventional methods, the Hedgehog Head cooperated and spilled everything.

"On August 29 this year, that is, fifty‑six days ago at dawn, the leftover spaghetti suddenly communicated with you?"

Standing in front of the Hedgehog Head, Buleiya, hands on hips, said, her expression showing a hint of disbelief.

"Yeah! I'm not lying! Really! It claimed to be some kind of creator god and said that giving it wine would fulfill my wish!"

The Hedgehog Head nodded quickly.

"And then?" another intelligence officer asked.

"Then I gave it wine, and who knew that thing was lying! It can't do anything! It's a total alcoholic!"

At this point the Hedgehog Head looks irritated; apparently it was swindled out of a lot of wine.

After that officer finished, Buleiya, whose mouth twitched slightly, continued:

"Afterwards you used the talking spaghetti as a gimmick to manipulate your motorbike comrades and founded a sect called the Spaghetti God Cult, right?"

"It's not really manipulation," the Hedgehog Head explained. "When it's drunk it says a lot of funny things, so I brought it to the gang as a mascot.

Actually we get together here every week to drink and revel; the Spaghetti God Cult is just our joke, the so‑called saint and holy land are all fake.

As our gang's mascot, it must never fall into the hands of your police; who knows if you'd dare to shoot?

We can clearly tell whose life is more valuable—ours or its.

"..." After hearing the Hedgehog Head, Buleiya and the three other intelligence officers were speechless.

After a month of hard investigation, they applied to the European branch for top‑level support.

But in the end, the actual answer was just a talking lump of spaghetti?

This.

"At least it was just a farce," Buleiya said.

"Hmm," the intelligence officer with her replied, "at least no one died because of it."

"Then let's have us escort this guy to the Rome Building," another intelligence officer volunteered.

"I have no objection," Buleiya said.

"Alright, let's go."

Next.

Two intelligence officers escorted the Hedgehog Head, together with the remaining technicians, out the back door of the bar and drove to the Rome Branch Building.

At this moment, the intelligence officer who had been with Buleiya inside the bar smiled, "I never expected that after a month of tension, we'd discover it was just a non‑threat level anomalous creature.

Phew. It's finally wrapping up; only the report remains. But before that, shall we have a coffee together, Buleiya?"

"No need, it's too late and coffee isn't good for the body," Buleiya shook her head and declined.

"Alright, then I look forward to our next collaboration," the officer replied calmly.

"Me too," Buleiya replied with a faint smile.

After the conversation ended, the officer also left the bar through the back door, while Buleiya walked toward Ghost.

Arriving beside Ghost and Xiaoqiang, Buleiya thanked again: "Lieutenant, Sergeant, thank you for the support provided by your 141; I just didn't expect this to be such a big deal this time."

"It's nothing." Ghost replied in a calm voice.

"Lieutenant, everything has been dealt with, you may withdraw now," Buleiya said.

"Understood, Xiaoqiang, let's go." Ghost turned and left.

"." Xiaoqiang nodded in response.

Later.

Ghost, Xiaoqiang, and the other 141 activated the powered armor's Optical Camouflage, disappearing from the bar while in "stealth" mode.

Buleiya also left through the main entrance, exiting the now empty bar.

She knows the 141 still have other missions, but she will not ask, nor does she have the authority to find out.

When they left the bar, it was already 01:12 AM.

Outside the security perimeter, there were no longer any onlookers.

The armed security personnel disguised as police, after receiving Buleiya's reminder and orders from superiors, subsequently left one after another.

Finally, the genuine police officers, unaware of the details, completely sealed off the bar, which served as the "crime scene."

The bar now has been thoroughly "cleaned" by technicians and the aftermath team; even if someone were to forcefully break in, they could not find anything useful.

(End of chapter)