Chapter 46 Trust or Not
Chapter 46 Trust or Not
It turns out she really was a natural disaster!
Iniz Blatt thought so.
Initially, Blatter was very dissatisfied with Father Lawrence's arrangements.
Because the person the priest assigned to protect Mike turned out to be a seemingly delicate and frail woman.
It wasn't that Blatter discriminated against or looked down on women; there were many women in the Beyonders group. He simply disliked the private detective from the Old City.
Anastasia looked to be in her early twenties; she was far too young, and her so-called private detective status was virtually unknown. Shinjo had never heard of Anastasia before.
Until Father Lawrence said this on the phone: Anastasia Angel is a person who can keep going even with a sword in her heart.
Intrigued by this statement, Iniz Blatt wanted to see what made this unknown private detective worthy of such an extraordinary evaluation from Father Lawrence.
Immediately afterwards, Father Lawrence said something else on the phone: Anastasia Angel's danger rating is at least above man-made disaster.
Iniz Blatt dared not say he knew the priest perfectly, but he knew the priest was not one to exaggerate. Since the priest said so, Anastasia's danger rating must be above man-made disaster.
What is the danger rating for man-made disasters?
Without a doubt, the only danger rating above man-made disasters is that of natural disasters.
Iniz Blatt was stunned and instinctively wanted to deny Father Lawrence's judgment.
Anastasia Angel, how old is she? She's only been a Transcendent for a few days, how could she possibly be a natural disaster!
In the eyes of those who transcend, the Cataclysmic level is a being close to a god. Although there is an element of self-praise and exaggeration involved, the power of the Cataclysmic level is evident.
According to the records of the Bureau of Anomalies, Calamity-level Transcendents are dangerous beings capable of destroying a city. It is no exaggeration to say that they are like floods, beasts, earthquakes, and tsunamis; their destructive power is comparable to a real natural disaster.
Anastasia Angel, how old is she? She's only been a Transcendent for a few days. If she really is a natural disaster, Iniz Blatt feels like he's wasted all these years.
Therefore, Iniz Blatt was conflicted. On the one hand, he was unwilling to believe Father Lawrence's judgment, but on the other hand, he did not believe that Father Lawrence would make such an irresponsible judgment.
It wasn't until Blatt, whose left and right brains were at odds, first met Anastasia at the Riverside apartment that, despite it being just a simple test of each other, Blatt still gave his own assessment—the private detective from the Old Town was capable of protecting Mike Montagu.
Although it couldn't be confirmed whether Anastasia had truly reached the Cataclysmic level, Blatt believed that even if she hadn't reached the Cataclysmic level, she was at least among the strongest few transcendents below the Cataclysmic level.
Iniz Blatt had no reason not to believe Anastasia's strength; Gloria hadn't seen a Cataclysmic Transcendent in action for decades.
As it turned out, Iniz Blatt was wrong, even though he had overestimated Anastasia's abilities as much as possible.
At this moment, another question arose in Blatter's mind: Anastasia Angel, is she really as young as she looks? Is she really only in her early twenties?
A cataclysmic transcendent being in their early twenties is either someone who began to mutate from the womb, or a peerless genius with no one before or since.
Anastasia was unaware that she had become a freak in Blatter's mind. She turned around and looked at Iniz Blatter, who was standing there dumbfounded.
With just that one glance, Iniz Blatt couldn't help but shudder. It wasn't because he was cowardly or timid, but because of a deep-seated submission to those in power, to the leader of his tribe.
"Are you alright?" Anastasia asked. "You don't look well."
Iniz Blatt's face was indeed very ugly. He had lived his entire life as a dog, so it would be strange if he looked good.
"I'm fine." Blatt shook his head. "So you really are a natural disaster!"
"Yeah, didn't that old man tell you?" Anastasia said. "I thought you already knew."
Iniz Blatt did indeed know all along; Father Lawrence had told him the truth long ago, but the truth was unbelievable and too incredible.
Anastasia has always limited her strength, suppressing herself to a high-risk level in order to reduce her ever-increasing bloodlust.
At the same time, suppressing one's own strength and making oneself appear less powerful can also lull the enemy into a false sense of security; this is called feigning weakness.
Even when she was testing each other at the riverside apartment with Iniz Blatt that day, Anastasia only appropriately released some of her restraints, keeping it at the level of man-made disaster, to show that she was not there to just coast along.
Since then, Iniz Blatt, if not completely obedient, at least followed orders in everything. Anastasia naturally assumed that Father Lawrence had said something that made Blatt act so politely.
"The priest told me early on, but I didn't quite believe his judgment at the time," Blatt said without hiding anything. "You look too young and have no reputation."
Anastasia nodded, agreeing with Blatt's assessment; she certainly didn't look like a natural disaster.
"I thought your danger rating was the same as mine, just that you were better at combat, a top-tier man-made disaster fighter," Blatt continued. "You know, not all transcendents are good at combat."
Some transcendents excel at combat, while others are more suited to support roles, such as Emil tonight, and the female snake spirit who was shot six times.
In most cases, when serpent wolves encounter a superior being skilled in combat, they have no choice but to flee, unless that serpent wolves are exceptionally special.
However, the transcendents usually don't make things difficult for the serpent grouse, after all, they are also human, they vomit when they drink too much, and they feel pain when they are beaten.
"I still don't understand. If you're a natural disaster, why are you holed up in the old city? Why did you choose to become a private investigator?" Blatt continued.
Iniz Blatt really couldn't understand it. The old city was poor and backward, and being a private detective wasn't a respectable job. Let alone a Calamity-level Transcendent, even a High-Risk-level Transcendent probably wouldn't want to do this job.
"The housing prices in the new city are too expensive; I can't afford it," Anastasia said. "Wouldn't it be a bad idea to just rob a bank?"
This was an answer Iniz Blatt had never imagined: why would a cataclysmic transcendent need to worry about money?
"As for private investigators..." Anastasia thought for a moment, "Although it's not a respectable job, it's still a legitimate profession, and you can meet a lot of people."
Iniz Blatt felt she should get to know this private detective from the old city again. Her bottom line was fluctuating, and her life plan was unpretentious. Even among the transcendents, she was a strange person.
"Let's go find Mike," Anastasia continued. "He's still at the theater with Jolina."
After saying that, the two left the dilapidated street, which looked as if it had just been through a war, and headed towards the neighborhood where the Vanessa Grand Theatre was located.
The two encountered no further accidents along the way, and the night air was eerily calm.
The two top-tier transcendents exchanged a glance and saw the doubt in each other's eyes.
Did Rupert, driving the carriage, successfully lure the attackers away, or has tonight's attack come to an end, and everything is over?
Anastasia and Blatt didn't exchange many words. They both quickened their pace and rushed towards the Vanessa Grand Theatre where Mike was hiding.
As soon as the two arrived in the neighborhood where the Vanessa Theatre was located, their doubts not only remained unanswered, but actually intensified.
The Upper East Side Police Station set up roadblocks at various intersections in the area, and the officers were fully armed, with lever rifles and shotguns in hand, and everyone looked as if they were facing a major enemy.
In addition, the Upper Town Police Station also deployed mounted police. Tall horses galloped back and forth on the streets, and the mounted police were also fully armed. Some carried standard Dragoon revolvers, while others carried gleaming sabers. They were all on high alert.
Anastasia and Blatt exchanged a glance, both wondering what the Uptown Police Department was up to.
With a large number of police officers setting up roadblocks and blocking off the streets, and even deploying mounted police for patrols, what were Chief Inspector Lopez and Chief of Logistics Gibson trying to say by making such a big fuss?
Anastasia and Blatt did not approach the police checkpoints, but instead used the cover of night to leap onto the rooftops of surrounding buildings, intending to approach the Vanessa Theatre from the rooftops and avoid the police officers at the checkpoints and the patrolling mounted police.
The intentions of the Upper Town Police Department's actions tonight are unclear, so it's best to avoid contact with them for the time being.
However, some people anticipated Anastasia and Blatt's unconventional approach, and there were police officers with rifles on the rooftops of several houses.
The police officers stationed on the rooftop seemed to be handpicked; each of them had excellent eyesight. Upon hearing or seeing even the slightest movement, they would immediately raise their guns and approach, loudly reminding their colleagues to be ready to blow their whistles.
Fortunately, the two top-tier superhumans were agile enough to evade the police officers stationed on the rooftop and quietly approach the Vanessa Grand Theatre.
At this moment, the theater's neon sign was still flashing, and the small square in front of the theater was full of people, but these people were not theater audience members, but police officers in uniform.
Among the large number of police officers surrounding the theater, one man stood out, not only because he was in civilian clothes, but also because his round figure made him easily recognizable. He was Tobias Gibson, the head of the logistics department.
Tobias Gibson led a large number of police officers to surround the Vanessa Theatre, while also setting up checkpoints at various intersections in the neighborhood and deploying mounted police to patrol the streets. What was he trying to do with such a grand display?
Did Gibson guess that Mike was hiding in the theater?
Was the police department's action tonight to protect Mike, or to provide cover for others?
Looking down at the crowded theater square, Anastasia's heart pounded. Could she trust Lopez and Gibson?
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