Chapter 508

She stood in front of the spacious birdcage and looked at the parrot showing off the beautiful feathers on its neck:

"I heard they gave you several poetry collections to improve your rhyming structure; it seems that worked."

Phoenix sighed:

"Coming with a request, still want to be my friend? Your manipulation is terrifying and hard to understand; I'm afraid it's been planned for a long time."

Sofia grunted:

"Fine. I guess you should already understand what I'm going to ask you?"

"For the Alpha-9 Task Force, it sounds quite interesting; your intention can be understood—you're recruiting me, right?"

"That last sentence rhymes a bit too forced."

"You recruit me not to write poetry, you want me to cast a spell."

The parrot leaned forward, shook its head left and right, as if observing:

"So let me know, why is it necessary to be loyal to the death, because I know your plan is ruthless."

"Because you owe us." Sofia said concisely.

"You are in containment because you know that stepping into the outside world means being chased by agents of hell. We are the only ones protecting you."

Phoenix retreated, but Sofia continued her explanation.

"They already know you're here."

"Although the Foundation can be considered the safest place on this planet, you can't rely on these so-called mortals to protect you forever."

"I'm sure you know what kind of team Alpha-9 is, so I won't bother explaining it again."

"All you need to know is that when you are surrounded by other people with supernatural abilities, you can get better protection."

The gray parrot walked back and forth on the branch, its sharp beak pecking at the tree trunk on the side.

Restless.

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Sofia knew she had found the other party's soft spot.

"Propose I consider, to seek adventure."

Phoenix, whose soft spot was poked, had to bow its head to the bully.

"Very good," Sofia said, "We'll come to find you soon."

Another week, she thought.

Another week, and then everything will be ready.

Outside the screen, the audience doubted the true positioning of the Alpha-9 team.

First a crime-fighter no different from the superheroes in the movie, then a peculiar parrot who likes to write poetry.

"Is this really a mobile task force rebuilt on the basis of the Omega-7 team, rather than some comedic performance group?"

"Perhaps... is this Director's taste quite unique? Her life might be very boring, so when picking team members, she is attracted to those existences that come with fun attributes?"

"Not sure, but this parrot must be a master at talking trash. I can't wait to see the scene when Lucretia meets it... a beast that turns fighting into instinct, meeting a parrot that writes poetry by nature, there must be a lot of fun to watch."

"Are you a follower of 'Elation' sent by 'Aha'?"

A week passed quickly.

This week was incredibly agonizing for Charlotte.

Outside the armored vehicle, heavy snow was falling.

Inside the armored vehicle, the noise of the diesel engine was giving people a headache.

Charlotte sighed at the hardships of life while the vehicle swayed.

Even though she tried every possible way to avoid that difficult woman, not hesitating to tamper with her information in the Foundation every day, and even being reviewed multiple times.

She was still caught.

"Hiss—"

During a bump, Charlotte's head hit the inner wall of the armored vehicle.

Fucking painful.

She glanced at herself in the rearview mirror of the driver's cab, seeing her shoulder-length brown hair in a mess.

Then, when her gaze moved down, she saw the driver's slightly apologetic look.

"Sorry, the road conditions aren't very good."

"How about you sit in the passenger seat?"

Although she really wanted to emphasize not looking around while driving.

But she just smoothed her hair and tied it into a tight ponytail:

"I'll just sit in the back."

In the crowded carriage, she tried to smooth out her suit jacket and casual pants—just like when she was working at the "Federal Bureau of Investigation's Unusual Incident Department."

She glanced at her phone—it couldn't be used; when transporting anomalies, the Foundation locked all their phones.

This mission was very simple.

Transport a humanoid anomaly to Site-θ.

It was a girl, numbered POI-2408-351.

In the back of the armored vehicle, there was an alloy cage, which was the girl's temporary residence.

Charlotte looked back, only to see POI-2408-351 staring straight at the inner wall of the carriage.

Come to think of it, it seemed like she was in this state when the mission started.

Maybe she hadn't shifted her gaze the whole way...

While thinking, Charlotte looked out the window and saw the lush Yellowstone National Park.

Just then, the driver asked:

"Need painkillers?"

"Thanks."

So, the driver handed her a medicine bottle.

Charlotte took out a few capsules, stuffed them into her mouth, unscrewed a bottle of water, and took the medicine.

Then, she saw the girl staring at her intently.

At this time, Charlotte started to size up the girl "in the same car."

She had short black hair, and her skin was as pale as a vampire's due to lack of sunlight.

What was even more impressive was.

She had a physique that didn't lose to a male gladiator, muscular and powerful, and the pair on her chest could easily be mistaken for pectoral muscles.

Placed among a group of big muscle guys, she would also be an eye-catching existence.

"Do you want to drink some water?" Charlotte asked.

POI-2408-351 returned a glare.

Charlotte believed that if the girl were a reality bender, her body would already be everywhere.

"Don't want it? You must be thirsty."

"Don't talk to it." The driver warned seriously without looking back.

Charlotte had just noticed the personal pronoun the driver used, when she heard the girl curse:

"Suka Blyat."

Like a roaring lioness.

Charlotte turned around, looked at POI-2408-351, then turned her head to the driver:

"Focus on driving."

The driver shrugged and didn't speak again.

Charlotte turned to POI-2408-351 again:

"Water?"

"Fine, thanks," POI-2408-351's reply had a thick trill.

Charlotte handed the girl a bottle of water through the iron cage, but one hand was holding the taser on her belt.

The girl sighed and finally took the bottle.

Charlotte looked at the girl and asked: