Gyoro Gyoro's giant eyeball spun wildly behind the control panel, and its limbs twitched unconsciously.
Mr. Allen's questioning was like a sharp knife, accurately piercing its most uneasy point.
The plan had failed too completely, too strangely.
Its brain raced, sifting through every detail.
The operational route was personally formulated by it and distributed to the cadres of each team through encrypted channels, with a very small scope of knowledge.
The Hero Association's ambush was terrifyingly precise, almost playing out according to their script; this was no coincidence.
A mole! There must be a mole!
But who was this mole? Was it really Allen?
Gyoro Gyoro's thoughts rapidly diverged.
Allen's performance was naturally impeccable; he faced the encirclement of ten top Heroes alone, bore the greatest pressure, and even repelled them.
If he was a mole, why would he fight so desperately?
He could have easily held back, allowing the Heroes to support other strongholds more quickly, causing less damage.
But he didn't; he almost single-handedly tied down the Hero Association's strongest combat power.
This didn't make sense.
Unless... Gyoro Gyoro's eyeball suddenly froze, and a more insidious possibility surfaced in its mind.
Unless there was another mole, a more deeply hidden, more cunning fellow, who wanted to kill two birds with one stone!
This mole leaked the plan in advance, leading to the ambush of the sub-teams, and at the same time wanted to use the Hero Association to severely injure or even eliminate Allen, who was rising in prominence and might threaten his position!
Allen's thunderous questioning just now, though seemingly directed at everyone, was also a form of self-preservation and counterattack, wasn't it?
He's forcing me, forcing the Association to find the real mole!
Gyoro Gyoro's gaze subtly swept over every cadre present.
Ugly President? This fool is greedy and short-sighted, but does he have the guts to do such a thing?
Gums? Just a Monster that knows how to devour, lacking sufficient intelligence.
Black Sperm? Cunning and unpredictable, does it have the motive and ability?
Gouketsu? He just acted with Allen, and after returning, he seemed a little different; his defense of Allen seemed overly eager.
Even Psykos, controlling Gyoro Gyoro, was inwardly startled.
No, it couldn't be me, but the formulation and transmission of this intelligence...
Once the seed of suspicion was planted, it grew wildly in Psykos's mind.
She found herself caught in a massive conspiracy, and Allen, this powerful variable she had originally tried to control, now seemed like a banner being used, or a target being framed.
Must stay calm.
Cannot panic.
Gyoro Gyoro's giant eyeball slowly scanned the entire room, its voice trying to remain calm, yet still carrying a subtle, imperceptible tremor: 'Mr. Allen's words are not without reason.'
Its words made all the cadres pause.
'This operation failed, with heavy losses; there must be an internal problem,' Gyoro Gyoro continued, avoiding directly admitting a mole, but the direction was already clear, 'I will personally investigate the specific details, and before the truth comes to light...'
Its gaze swept over everyone again, finally landing on Allen: 'Everyone stay vigilant; without new orders, no one is to act on their own, especially you, Allen. You expended a great deal today, so rest for now. After the investigation is clear, I will give you an explanation.'
This was a delaying tactic.
Psykos needed time, needed to re-organize the intelligence, needed to observe in secret, to find the potentially existing, true mole trying to muddy the waters.
Allen stared coldly at Gyoro Gyoro, his crimson eyes showing no emotion.
The suffocating pressure around him slowly receded, and the blue and red patterns under his skin gradually faded.
'It better be,' he said indifferently, then turned and left the main control room without a backward glance, his footsteps clearly audible in the silent cavern.
Only after Allen's aura completely disappeared did the frozen atmosphere in the main control room slightly ease.
Ugly President gasped, his small eyes staring in the direction Allen left, then secretly glancing at Gyoro Gyoro, wanting to speak but hesitating.
Gums made a muffled gurgling sound, seemingly not yet fully comprehending everything that had just happened.
Black Sperm's many small heads became active again, whispering to each other, exchanging playful and wary glances.
Pochi cautiously lifted his head.
Gouketsu stood silently, his single eye filled with complex light.
Gyoro Gyoro ignored them, its giant eyeball fixed on the remaining data and images on the control panel, operating quickly.
It had to act immediately, before the real mole noticed, before the situation completely spiraled out of control, to find the traitor hidden in the shadows.
Psykos sat alone in the cold underground laboratory, surrounded by countless screens displaying encrypted communication records, operational route maps, and the energy fluctuation data of the cadres.
Her fingers tapped rapidly on the control panel, trying to find traces of the potential mole from the massive amount of information.
However, the deeper she delved, the more she felt an invisible fear.
Every clue seemed to point to different people, and the mole theory made no sense at all.
'No, this is too clean,' she muttered, fine cold sweat beading on her forehead.
As someone skilled in manipulation and calculation, she knew better than anyone that overly perfect traces often meant more cunning disguise.
Pushing the keyboard away in frustration, her gaze fell on the refrigerator.
Allen's drop of blood was stored there, now secretly transported from the Monster Association headquarters to here.
That drop of blood shimmered with a faint dark red glow under the dim yellow light.
This might be the only thing that could excite her right now.
'As long as this is completed...' She took out the sealed petri dish, a hint of obsessive fanaticism flashing in her eyes.
She activated the precision instrument, and a needle tip probed into the culture medium, preparing to extract a sample for in-depth analysis.
However, just as the needle tip was about to touch the suspended drop of blood, the laboratory lights suddenly went out, plunging into a deadly silence.
The laboratory fell into a deadly darkness, with only the faint glow emanating from the dark red blood in the petri dish.
Psykos's heart pounded, her fingers frozen in mid-air. She instinctively tried to activate the backup power, but found that all instruments were completely dead, and even the emergency lighting system didn't respond.
'What's going on?' she cursed in a low voice, fumbling with the control panel, trying to restart the system.
Just then, a calm voice sounded behind her: 'It seems your secret base isn't as hidden as you thought.'
All the blood in Psykos's body seemed to freeze instantly. She spun around sharply, and in the darkness, she saw a pair of crimson eyes quietly watching her, like a lurking beast.
Allen's figure slowly emerged from the shadows, the blue and red patterns under his skin emitting a faint glow in the darkness, illuminating his sharply defined face.
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