Nina Jacobs had already raised her fist.
She remembered how ruthless Sherry Renner had been with Cole Dempsey.
But this man, Dariel Young, only took two kicks from her before the effects seemed to kick in.
But Nina Jacobs quickly figured it out.
Before drinking the Talismanic Water, Dariel Young’s body had already endured the torment of the Stone Spikes.
She also found a bottle of yellow liquid on Dariel Young.
It must be the poison from his Ice Spikes.
Nina Jacobs put the poison away and asked directly:
"Tell me everything. Why you came here, and why you killed Sheila Rhodes."
A dozen or so Little Zombie Rats were scattered in a circle around them.
If anyone approached, she would know immediately.
"Tasker No. 3...
Mission failed. Must be eliminated."
Tasker No. 3 must have been the late Paige Ziegler.
Nina Jacobs continued to listen.
"Someone will save Sheila Rhodes. The target is hidden among these people.
Everyone connected to Sheila Rhodes must be investigated one by one."
Dariel Young said, his eyes vacant.
"And who is this target you’re looking for?"
Nina Jacobs asked.
"The target... the target is the person the Conclave is looking for.
Once a suspected target is found, they must be brought back.
Chase Gallagher is not the target. He saved Sheila Rhodes because he had prior intelligence..."
"Mr. Lennox said that failed taskers like this should just be executed directly..."
"We have to find the ’forerunner.’ Whoever can complete the mission will receive a huge reward."
"With the reward, we can earn the right to live on Tranquilor. There’s no zombie virus on Tranquilor, and there are enough supplies there to last a lifetime. I can even marry a new wife and have lots of children..."
At the mention of Tranquilor, Dariel Young’s face flushed with excitement.
It was clear he was truly full of hope for Tranquilor.
"So the target you’re talking about is the ’forerunner’."
Nina Jacobs muttered to herself.
As for what a ’forerunner’ was, she had no idea.
"Are you from The Aegis Conclave?"
Nina Jacobs asked.
This wasn’t entirely a guess. After all, she had heard of Tranquilor in her past life.
It was said that the island was a paradise created by The Aegis Conclave, and only those who made significant contributions to the organization were qualified to live there.
At that moment, however, a Little Zombie Rat from one direction sent Nina Jacobs a message.
Someone was coming.
And more than one person.
Without further hesitation, Nina Jacobs silenced the rambling Dariel Young with a single slash of her knife and burned his body to ash with a burst of flame.
Her Earth Element Superpower quickly covered the pile of black charcoal.
It made the patch of ground blend in seamlessly with the surrounding withered forest.
After finishing, Nina Jacobs immediately left the scene.
However, she left one Little Zombie Rat hidden under the rotten leaves in a corner.
A few minutes later, several figures quickly appeared.
"You think Mr. Young could have gotten lost in here?"
one of the men said.
This dense patch of withered forest was quite large; it would be easy to get lost.
"Even if he got lost, we’ve come this far. It makes no sense that we haven’t seen him."
Another person observed their surroundings.
"The main thing is, we’re the only ones left this time. If we can’t find Mr. Young, will the higher-ups blame us?"
"That Speed Element Superpower User is already dead. Logically, nothing else should happen to Mr. Young. Let’s keep looking..."
"If you ask me, the new recruits we’ve gotten lately are just useless. A single Speed Element Superpower User took out three of them."
"And here I thought we might actually find the ’forerunner.’ I didn’t expect to run into Chase Gallagher. That guy must be trying to curry favor with Warren Rhodes..."
Nina Jacobs had been hiding on the path they were bound to take.
She recalled the circle of Little Zombie Rats.
Originally, she had planned to eliminate these four as well.


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