Chapter 688

"……You wore bulletproof armor? You planned all this before you came?! Everything you showed as not knowing was a disguise?"

O5-4's arm moves.

Scaring several councilors of high status so much that their bodies go soft, falling onto the high-backed chairs, their chests and abdomens rising and falling rapidly, their clothes messy.

—O5-4 only fired one shot; if they were willing, they could give one shot to each of the remaining five councilors who voted against.

And the death of O5-1 marks the split of the Foundation from then on, and everything is irreparable.

In their panicked gazes.

O5-4 just looks at O5-1, who has a blood hole in their forehead and died with eyes wide open, slowly retracting their arm, without killing anyone else.

"Don't you know what Number One looks like?"

"They are a devil who can sacrifice 90% of the world's population for the obsession in their heart."

"They are a person full of talk about humanity, status quo, and the Foundation."

"In essence, they are just a super dictator who uses the '17th Paradox Insurance Information' to try to control every corner of human society."

"You actually expect that negotiations with them will succeed? I'm not the only one who planned all this."

They lift their favorite set of clothes with their left hand, shaking their head with heartache.

This should be the set they like the most, but it probably can't be worn anymore.

O5-1 died not unjustly, finding so many excuses before dying, right, wrong, crooked logic...

"Also, 'Insurgency' no longer belongs to the Foundation from now on."

"And me, O5-7, O5-11, and O5-12 too."

"Site-02, Site-121, and Area-86 too."

Then, they follow the hole to find the bullet head.

Picking them up one by one and throwing them to the ground, making a crisp sound.

"Actually, Number Seven has been persuading me not to do this."

"They are so kind that they are a bit naive. Should I say it's worthy of being a world-class physicist?"

"We finally barely reached a consensus, although I don't quite agree, but we still gave this old thing one last chance."

"As long as they showed even a tiny bit of compassion for the general public outside the veil."

"Even if they said 'no' when Number Seven asked them if they would choose to exterminate humanity just now, we wouldn't have chosen to take action."

"At most, we would have resigned collectively and left here."

"It's a pity, they didn't."

"Trading one life for billions of lives, no matter how you calculate it, is a very worthwhile business."

O5-3 glares, full of righteous indignation:

"You have seized the anomalies! You are splitting the Foundation!"

O5-4 is unmoved, pouting and looking at O5-5, their eyes revealing a trace of sarcasm.

They respond lightly:

"Who said 'you can leave the Foundation and set up your own portal' just now? Is it shameful to be independent from an anti-human evil organization that secretly plans to destroy the world?"

"Also, our name was originally 'Insurgency'."

"This was decided by a unanimous vote of the Overseer Council. You agreed, Number Two agreed, Number Five, Number Nine, Number Ten, they all agreed."

O5-2 is silent for a while, their brows slightly furrowed:

"……What on earth are you doing all this for?"

O5-7 says lightly:

"For humanity, for resisting the destiny of certainty."

As soon as the words fall, a violent explosion sounds.

"Boom!"

A powerful explosion wave flips the door of the meeting room.

Two armed teams rush in like a tide, quickly occupying both sides of the meeting room, and escorting O5-4, O5-7, O5-11, O5-12, and other surviving O5 council members to the side.

The two teams stand opposite each other, pointing their guns at each other, forming a subtle balance.

O5-2 looks at all this and sighs: "Enough, Number Four, Number Seven, Number Eleven, Number Twelve. You guys."

O5-4 coldly proposes: "Why don't we make a deal."

O5-3's anger is still burning: "You must die here today. What qualifications do you have to negotiate with us?"

"Perhaps this one can."

Saying that, O5-4 takes out a small screen from their arms and puts it on the table.

The screen shows the countdown to the execution of the "Veil Broken" directive.

—At least in this world in the file, the existence of the Foundation, anomalies, containment objects, etc., is limited to the high-level of the high-level.

"Don't forget that I have been responsible for managing the 'Veil Protocol,' and I am the only one who knows how to stop the countdown."

O5-4 states calmly.

It is a notification, not a negotiation.

They are like a sword-wielder, who can let the Sword of Damocles hanging over both sides fall at any time, resulting in both sides suffering.

"Let us leave here peacefully today, and we will compete on the battlefield in the future."

"Otherwise, the whole world will know that there was once a secret organization here that wanted to use secret weapons to carry out a massacre."

O5-2 is silent for a moment, and finally decides: "……Red Right Hand, let them go."

"Number Two?" O5-3 is incredulous, "Why are you letting them go?!"

"……Number Three. Calm down a little. I'm afraid the choice is not in our hands."

A trace of helplessness is revealed in their tone.

How could they not know the truth of letting the tiger return to the mountain? Now is naturally the best time to eradicate the "Insurgency" by the roots.

But what about after that?

The veil will be broken, and the Foundation will also perish together.

They can only pin their hopes on the future, expecting the Foundation's successors to defeat the "Insurgency."

Seeing the "Red Right Hand" give way, O5-4 smiles lightly.

"Wise decision."

"When we meet again next time, I'm afraid we will become irreconcilable enemies."

"I look forward to seeing the result. Whether it is us who choose humanity who win, or you who choose the status quo who win."

After speaking, O5-4, O5-7, O5-11, and O5-12 walk toward the door of the empty meeting room.

"Insurgency" members vigilantly confront the "Red Right Hand" and slowly retreat toward the door.

Until the last "Insurgency" member retreats, the remaining O5 councilors finally breathe a sigh of relief, collapsing on their seats or falling to the ground.

O5-13's electronic screen goes out accordingly.

And outside the meeting room, it is a mess.

—Most of the facilities of Site-01 have been destroyed.