Chapter 1007 The Gap in Human Life

Chapter 1007 The Gap in Human Life

A few days later, Quartz Plateau, Alliance Headquarters, top secret conference room.

The air was as solid as lead, so oppressive that it made it hard to breathe.

The real power core of the Kanto Alliance was seated around the huge round table - President Damarachi, the King, representatives from various cities, and the patriarch of the Junsha clan. The patriarch of the Joey clan was also present.

On the huge screen, the tragic scenes of the ruins of the completely wiped out town captured by the satellite were repeatedly played - charred earth, twisted wreckage, and an extremely huge and terrifying crater that looked like a meteorite impact, with blinding clarity.

"boom!"

A loud noise broke the silence.

Chairman Damalanchi slammed his palm heavily on the hard alloy table, shaking the water cup and making it jump. His face, which usually had a gentle smile, was now twisted and red with extreme anger, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were as deep as if they were cut by a knife.

"Waste! A bunch of waste!" Damalanqi's voice was hoarse and trembling with anger. "A town! An entire town! Right under our noses! Razed to the ground! More than 10,000 residents! Without a sound! They couldn't even send out a complete distress signal!"

He stood up suddenly, his chest heaving violently, and his sharp eyes, like a physical blade, swept across the faces of everyone present, finally fixing on several senior executives in charge of intelligence and regional security.

"What's even more ridiculous is that we don't even know who did it!" Damalanqi almost roared, "Three quasi-king-level trainers! The future backbone of the alliance! And... and the glorious Miss Junsha! They used their lives to delay the disaster and bought us time to react! But what about us?! Several days have passed! We haven't even seen the shadow of the enemy! Where is the dignity of the alliance?! Where is the explanation for the victims?!"

When "Miss Junsha" was mentioned, the Junsha tribe leader who was sitting on the right side of Damalanqi's body visibly tensed up.

Her hands were clenched tightly on her knees, her knuckles were white, and there was no expression on her well-maintained face, but deep in her sharp eyes, which were the same as those of all Miss Junsha, there was a cold anger burning that was enough to burn everything.

She didn't look at Dama Lanqi, her eyes were fixed on the scorched earth on the screen, symbolizing the place where one of her people fell.

That silent feeling of oppression was even more suffocating than Damalanqi's roar.

There was dead silence in the conference room.

The officer in charge of intelligence had cold sweat on his forehead and his lips trembled as he tried to explain: "President, the scene... the scene was destroyed too thoroughly... the remaining energy was extremely violent and chaotic, and there was a large amount of poison gas and toxins, which almost covered all possible clues... The other party was obviously well-planned and acted quickly, and... and possessed unimaginable destructive power..."

"I don't want to hear excuses!" Damalanqi interrupted him rudely, "I just want to know the result! Find the murderer! Blood debt must be paid with blood!"

At this time, a representative in charge of internal affairs and pensions spoke cautiously, trying to ease the atmosphere: "President, everyone, the most urgent task is not only to track down the real culprit, but also to deal with the aftermath.

Regarding the three quasi-king-level trainers who died, their families are important pillars of the alliance, and appeasement work must be carried out immediately. The pension standard needs to be raised to the highest standard, and they should be awarded the title of "Guardian of the Alliance" to comfort the heroic spirits..."

His words seemed to flip a switch.

Chief Junsha finally spoke. Her voice was not loud, but it carried a decisive, unquestionable, cold force that instantly overwhelmed all other voices.

She slowly stood up, her eyes like torches, scanning the entire room, and finally landing on Dama Lanqi's face, "We, the Junsha clan, have been guarding the order of the alliance and upholding the dignity of the law for generations. Every Junsha is a symbol of the alliance and the light of justice in the hearts of the people!

My niece, a loyal and brave Junsa, died at her post!

This is not only a huge loss for my family, but also a serious provocation and insult to the entire Junsha family and the alliance's law enforcement system!"

Her words were sonorous and powerful, and every word was like a hammer hitting everyone's heart.

Damalanqi remained silent. As soon as Jun Sali died, her life was presented before his eyes.

Even Junsha couldn't escape being corrupted. This alliance has indeed changed.

But he didn't say it and destroyed the evidence.

The alliance cannot have a single stain.

The atmosphere in the conference room became more solemn, and everyone's eyes were focused on Chief Junsha.

"Please accept my condolences, Chief Junsha." Another high-ranking official quickly echoed, his tone full of comfort, "The sacrifice of Miss Junshali has deeply saddened everyone in the alliance!

Her heroic deeds will surely go down in history!

In terms of pensions, the Alliance will definitely give the Junsha family the highest standards of compensation and honor!

Her name will be engraved on the top of the Alliance's monument to heroes! Her family will receive permanent protection and resources from the Alliance!"

"That's right! Miss Junsha's sacrifice is more important than anything else! Her achievements must be known to the entire alliance!"

"Yes! The murderer's target is not only the town, but also a blatant violation of the Alliance's law enforcement authority! This is a declaration of war against the entire Junsha clan!"

"We must arrest the real murderer as soon as possible and punish him in the most severe way! To serve as a warning to others! To comfort Miss Junsha's soul in heaven!"

The senior officials spoke one after another in an emotional manner, pointing the finger at the murderer for his "blasphemy" against Junsha and his "provocation" against the law enforcement system.

The angry noise almost blew the roof off.

But in fact, they are all trying to please the leader of the Junsha tribe. Who knows, they may be favored by Junsha.

However, throughout the entire process, no one mentioned in depth the deaths of the "three thousand residents" except for the cold number mentioned by President Damalanqi in his initial roar, and the four words "aftermath" that the internal affairs representative said lightly.

Their sacrifice seemed to be just a vague backdrop in this huge disaster, a footnote to highlight the value of the sacrifice of "important people".

In the corner of the conference table, Kikuko, who had returned, sat quietly. The wide brim of her hat cast a deep shadow on her face, obscuring all her expressions.

She listened to the noisy "Junsha", "quasi-king", "family", and "honor" in the room, and listened to their collective silence towards the nameless and ordinary life that had long since turned to charcoal.

Under the shadow of the hat brim, the corners of her mouth twitched upwards ever so slightly, an arc that was chilling to the bone.

Human life? Value?

Alliance? Justice?

Haha...what a familiar formula, what a harsh sound.

What is the fundamental difference between the cold reality flowing under this high-sounding name and the Rocket Team she is loyal to? It is just plunder and trampling in different cloaks.

The cries of the dead souls in that town were ultimately no match for the weight of a surname and the face of a family.

Kikuko placed her hands under the table, and her fingertips tapped lightly on the cold metal legs, making an inaudible tapping sound.

The shock of Mewtwo's power had not yet completely subsided in her heart, and now the faces of the alliance's top leaders made her feel even colder and... a hint of indescribable ridicule.

This meeting was destined to fail to find the murderer, and she was one of the few people who knew the truth.

Watching this angry performance against "Junsha's death" in front of her, Kikuko felt it was extremely ironic.

She was even looking forward to what expressions would appear on the faces of these hypocritical guys when Sakaki actually showed the war beast that was transported by the power of "God"?

The meeting was still going on, with heated discussions surrounding "how to appease important families" and "how to demonstrate the alliance's importance to Junsha."

President Damalanchi's anger also seemed to be directed towards the more "grand" goal of "maintaining the authority of the alliance."

The completely wiped out town and the countless lives that disappeared in it, gradually sank into the abyss that no one cared about amid the weighing of power and interests, leaving only the eternal, symbolic charred black on the screen.