Chapter 489: Poison Mist
Chapter 489: Chapter 489: Poison Mist
"You’re saying we’re superfluous?"
Silas Crowley had never been looked down on like this before.
"You are. We only need her for questioning.
The tall one is a mute. Bringing him back is useless."
Veronica Ziegler was talking about Wayne Warner.
Nina Jacobs understood immediately. These people couldn’t find who they were looking for, so they planned to take her back to complete their mission.
"First Tristan Lynch, now her. That’s half the mission done."
Dylan Stone waved his hand at the people around them.
Several gun barrels immediately appeared on the second floor.
And the more than thirty people in the courtyard all seemed to be Superpower Users as well.
"Be careful! The tall one is a Strength Element Superpower User. Stay away from him!"
Veronica Ziegler said.
ZZZT—
A dazzling arc of electricity struck someone in the distance, who screamed and collapsed.
"How can this be... Thunder Element?!"
’The mute is a Dual Element user?’
Wayne Warner glanced at Veronica Ziegler, his eyes full of provocation.
"Miss Ziegler, it seems your intel was inaccurate."
Nina Jacobs said with a cold smile.
At that moment, Holly Morgan was getting excited. Facing the opponent before her, she raised her Wood Grain Blade and swung down!
BANG!
Several bullets shot toward the group below. A Diamond Sand Wall appeared in mid-air, completely sealing off the second-floor wall.
"Inaccurate is an understatement."
"You think you can take us on with this level of skill?"
Silas Crowley locked onto the intercepted bullets, his Thunder Element Superpower ready to be unleashed.
The electromagnetism at his fingertips linked the bullets. With a huge explosion, the entire second-floor wall was instantly destroyed!
Hearing the screams of their own people from upstairs, Dylan Stone and the others realized they had picked a fight with the wrong people.
However, Nina Jacobs noticed that the people before her were still composed.
’Do they have another trick up their sleeve?’
Several Water Needles shot from Dylan Stone’s hands toward them, but they veered off course and landed on the ground.
"Watch out! Their water mist is poisonous!"
Just then, a voice came from a nearby room. It was Tristan Lynch’s voice.
Nina Jacobs understood instantly.
"Too late."
Dylan Stone sneered.
A thick fog instantly filled the courtyard.
After just one breath, Silas Crowley felt his head go numb and dizzy.
"Drink this."
A Diamond Sand Cover immediately enveloped them, and Nina Jacobs produced several small glass vials from out of nowhere.
They drank it at once. Silas Crowley’s eyes lit up.
The moment he drank it, the throbbing pain vanished. There was no trace of being poisoned.
Meanwhile, Dylan Stone stared at the group inside the sand shield, who had recovered instantly. His eyes were filled with disbelief.
"How could you possibly have the antidote?"
His confidence stemmed from the fact that there was no cure for this poison mist.
’But these people actually have an antidote?!’
"That’s not what you should be worried about now."
Nina Jacobs said coldly.
The Diamond Sand Cover dissolved into a sandy mist. Fine streams of flowing sand shot out like tentacles toward everyone in the courtyard.
Some tried to block it with their Superpowers, but even if the flowing sand was dispersed, it would just reform.
Dylan Stone felt himself being completely enveloped by the flowing sand. Grit drilled into his ears, nose, and mouth, and he suddenly found he couldn’t breathe!
Seeing Veronica Ziegler about to flee, a deep purple thorn vine erupted from the ground and instantly wrapped around her ankle!
"Ah!"
The sharp thorns on the vine pierced to the bone, and Veronica Ziegler screamed.
But no matter how intense the screams in the courtyard were, no one in Lornwood Base would pay them any mind now.
"And here I thought you were so tough."
Silas Crowley had already teamed up with Reginald Sutton to kill several people.
In just a few moments, only a handful of people were left alive in the courtyard.
"Talk. Why were you looking for Alistair White?"
Nina Jacobs created a soundproof Diamond Sand Cover that enveloped only the courtyard to prevent anyone from eavesdropping.
Although Veronica Ziegler was in extreme pain, she still cursed,
"Summer Warner! You’d better let me go! Do you have any idea who I am?"
"Who you are? Aren’t you just from the Westeria Ziegler Family?"
Nina Jacobs asked quizzically.
"How do you know that? Could it be...
You know about the Golden Silk Jade Armor, don’t you?! Did you take the Jade Armor from Alistair White?
That’s our Ziegler Family heirloom!"
’Looks like it.’
Seeing Veronica Ziegler’s reaction, Nina Jacobs knew she had guessed correctly.
The reason she was searching for Alistair White was to find the Golden Silk Jade Armor.
She then looked at Dylan Stone, whose eyes were about to roll back in his head, and removed the flowing sand blocking his ears and nose.
"You’re here for the Gold Element Jade Armor. What about them?
As far as I know, the Mystic Sect and the Aegis Conclave usually operate separately.
So, is someone in the Aegis Conclave after your Ziegler Family’s Golden Silk Jade Armor?"
Nina Jacobs voiced her thoughts as she speculated.
Veronica Ziegler’s eyes widened.
’How does she know everything?!’
THUD!
Silas Crowley kicked Dylan Stone, the Thunder Superpower in his hand already crackling. "Talk! What do you want that so-called Golden Armor for?
If you don’t, I’ll make you suffer!"
Reginald Sutton watched Silas Crowley with some amusement.
’He has to admit, Silas is acting more and more like Nina Jacobs these days.’
"You’ll kill me whether I talk or not, won’t you?"
Dylan Stone coughed a few times.
’This woman before me is too mysterious. She seems to know everything, yet there is no information about her within the Conclave.
Then perhaps there is one possibility: everyone in the Conclave who has met her is already dead.’
"We might let you die a more comfortable death."
Nina Jacobs clicked her tongue. ’I’m starting to miss Sherry Renner’s Truth-telling Talismans,’ she thought.
"Cough, cough... I’ll talk! I’ll tell you!
I’m not with them! I was just hired by the Zieglers!
As long as I find Zachary Ziegler, I get a large payment of supplies!
I have nothing to do with them!"
Just then, a man cowering in the corner began to beg.
"Peter Whitman! You..."
Veronica Ziegler started to stop him, but the thorns instantly tightened, causing so much pain that she couldn’t speak.
"Your name is Peter Whitman?"
Nina Jacobs had actually noticed this man earlier.
He seemed to be terrified, hiding in the back and never making a move.
Even back in the administration building when they were talking, he had been off to one side, flipping through the pile of documents on the floor.
Peter Whitman nodded repeatedly. Before Nina Jacobs could even speak, he hurriedly said,
"They... they want the Ziegler Family’s Defense Clothing! They’re planning to go to Quelldra County to... to take the grain silos there!
Because there’s a particularly powerful Alloyed Zombie in Quelldra County! Its Gold Element Superpower can pierce through anything, so that’s why... that’s why they want that clothing..."
After speaking, Peter Whitman steeled himself, as if ready to face a quick death.
"You Zieglers don’t keep your word! You still haven’t given me what you owe me from before!
Now that we can’t find Zachary Ziegler, we’ll probably be killed if we go back anyway!
You showed me no mercy, so don’t blame me for being ruthless!"
Peter Whitman said.
"So that’s how it is."
Nina Jacobs understood.
"Besides looking for the clothing, they also came here to investigate the situation at Lornwood Base and report back to their superiors.
But they couldn’t find anyone to hand off to, only a few old colleagues who refused to say anything."
Peter Whitman spilled everything he knew from the road and everything he’d overheard during this time.
"You’re asking to die."
Dylan Stone glared at Peter Whitman.
Nina Jacobs then said to Holly Morgan, "Holly, besides Peter Whitman and Veronica Ziegler, you can deal with the rest of them."
"With pleasure."
Holly Morgan grinned, and the deep purple thorn vines immediately shot toward the remaining people in the courtyard.
Watching the people being drained of their blood by the thorns, Peter Whitman couldn’t help but tremble.