Chapter 2352 Internal Conflict
“Yes,” the Troupe Leader replied, raising his gun and pulling the trigger. However, no bullet was fired. Instead, the theater merely produced a sound effect of a gunshot: “Bang!”
It was also clearly audible that this was not the sound of a real gun being fired, but a simulated one.
The Troupe Leader had used prop guns to shoot several times before, but back then, they could actually fire bullets. Even though they were prop guns, they could still fire bullets to kill enemies. This time, there wasn’t even a bullet.
However, with his gunshot, the Sea Lily trembled violently and then directly died. Its petals withered and fell, the Miasma formed by algae quickly lost its luster, its life signs rapidly disappeared. From a small bud to the microorganisms, all of its life was taken away in an instant.
There was no wound, just a declaration of death. This was what the Troupe Leader had said: he had a method to directly kill Mutants. If this move had a name, it should be called “plot kill.”
Originally, the Troupe Leader needed to prepare for a long time, reading the entire script. When the plot reached the part where the character was shot dead, he would pull the trigger simultaneously, and the enemy would be killed by the fake gun, as if they had died in a play.
But Jayad’s home ground reduced his preparation time significantly. He directly skipped the plot recitation and entered the killing scene. In fact, the background decoration of this small theater was consistent with the script the Troupe Leader was reciting, especially the scene of killing.
This plot kill move could perfectly counter opponents with immortal bodies, strong regenerative abilities, or high vitality. After all, it was a move that directly declared the opponent’s death.
To counter this move, one could only rely on powerful magic resistance, or be conceptually immortal, or possess the ability to truly resurrect from the dead from the dead. Otherwise, death was inevitable.
When the Troupe Leader lowered his gun, all the Sea Monster Cells on the stage were dead. The previously beautiful Sea Lily had all turned into a pool of black mud. The Troupe Leader panted continuously. Using this move was also a huge consumption for him.
Yellow King believers climbed onto the stage. Some of them used wooden sticks to poke at the black mud. It was impossible to recognize the previously wise-looking old man.
Some small metal pieces were found in the black mud. They should have been small parts from the old man’s clothes earlier: a pendant, a few gold coins, and a strangely shaped dagger, among other things.
These were all the personal belongings the old man had carried with him before, but most of them were corroded and rusted. The dagger broke with just a touch.
Everyone’s expressions were grim. As expected, they then found some scraps of paper in the black mud. Upon closer inspection, the incomplete text written on them were reports and documents.
The documents that the old man carried with him even when he was escaping were undoubtedly the most important and confidential intelligence. However, these documents had now been dissolved by the corrosive bodily fluids produced during his mutation, leaving only these fragments.
“Something went wrong among us. There must be a traitor!” the Troupe Leader suddenly shouted. “Otherwise, how could the Divine Envoy lead us in such a surprise attack, and the enemy’s important figures could immediately pack up important documents and escape?!”
He spoke with great agitation. The General Manager also chimed in, “Exactly! And the reason he lost control and mutated earlier was because someone suddenly injected him with a large amount of Divine Power. Someone saw that we almost captured him, so they injected massive Divine Power to forcibly mutate the old man! The purpose was to kill him and silence him!”
This method of using mutation and loss of control to achieve the effect of silencing a witness was quite simple, crude, and effective. Many cults liked to use it. Anyway, their own sanity was already at a very low level, and it was easy to go completely mad.
This not only shattered their memories but also effectively destroyed the items on their bodies. Even if the enemy defeated and captured them, they could not obtain intelligence through mind-reading. They might even be backlashed by some crazy memories. Just now, the Snake Person demonstrated the consequences of randomly reading memories.
Furthermore, with the soaring Combat Power after mutation and the fearless, frantic attacks, they could even counter-kill or take down one or two attackers. Killing one was worth it, killing two was a profit.
This method was notorious among Demon Hunters and Police. In the past, Yellow King believers often used this tactic to deal with those trying to capture them. If they couldn’t escape, they would perish together. Unexpectedly, they encountered it themselves this time.
This made the Troupe Leader furious. They had made no progress for several days. Finally, the Divine Envoy found a crucial clue and led them to capture the person, but they got nothing. This made him so agitated that he directly pointed out that there was a traitor among them.
In fact, many Yellow King believers had suspicions about problems within their group, but it only remained at the stage of suspicion. The Troupe Leader, however, directly brought this matter out into the open.
This caused an uproar among the Yellow King believers. They started discussing heatedly, accusing and exposing each other. After landing on the island, some had suspicious behavior, went out unauthorized, privately hoarded suspicious Magic Apparatus, and so on.
“Enough! Everyone be quiet! What does it look like for our own people to argue here?” Jayad saw that they were arguing incessantly and directly ordered them to stop their meaningless quarrel.
Jayad’s prestige among the Yellow King believers was quite high, especially since he found the clue without anyone knowing and led the team directly to the lair, almost capturing the person. Therefore, when he spoke up, everyone quieted down.
“Good. Let’s finish what we’re doing here first. There must be other clues in this Secret Room. As for the traitor, we’ll talk about it later,” Jayad decided.
“Divine Envoy, if we don’t find the traitor, anything we do later will definitely be leaked. Then all our actions will be under the enemy’s watchful eyes. I still suggest we find the traitor first,” the Troupe Leader insisted.
“There’s no need. I believe everyone present are devout subjects loyal to the King. They can never be traitors,” Jayad stated decisively.
“Divine Envoy, you can know a person’s face but not their heart. How can you be sure there’s no traitor among us?” the Troupe Leader still insisted on investigating the traitor.
“I said, I have already confirmed everyone. There are no problems. This matter doesn’t need to be discussed further. I am going to release the theater,” Jayad said definitively.
As the Divine Envoy, the person in charge of this operation, and the leader, he did not need to explain why to anyone. Although the Troupe Leader and some other Yellow King believers felt dissatisfied or confused, they did not continue to question him.
As Jayad withdrew his Magic Power, the theater disappeared in a distortion, like a phantom that had never existed. The surroundings returned to the appearance of a cave.
