BIOLOGICAL SUPERCOMPUTER SYSTEM - Chapter 939: A not so good situation for the rebels

Erik followed behind Silent Scream as they rushed towards the train station.

The two received orders to get there and put the situation under control.

The rebels’ attack had been taken care of by another group of blackguards, but that was the only thing Silent Scream told him.

It was clear he didn’t trust the newbie with this kind of information.

Erik once again probed the man’s mind and quickly found out the man said nothing simply because he did not know who took care of the rebels. It looked like the flow of information within blackguards had been reduced to the bare bones.

The scene that greeted them was one of utter chaos. One of the floating train tracks had been destroyed, crashing down onto a series of buildings below, reducing them to rubble.

Erik was unsure if that resulted from what the rebels did or if it was made by the blackguards.

The train station itself was in shambles, with debris and bodies strewn across the platform. All of them belonged to resistance members he met.

Erik’s eyes scanned the destruction, and his mind processed the devastation.

Smoke billowed from the collapsed buildings, and the acrid smell of burned materials filled the air.

Screams and cries for help echoed all around, adding to the cacophony.

Silent Scream sprang into action, barking orders to the soldiers under him, meaning all of them. Those guys arrived on the scene earlier than them.

“Secure the perimeter! I want a full report on what happened here and the extent of the damage.”

The soldiers snapped to attention, fanning out to carry out their orders.

Observing the commander’s effective management of the situation, Erik followed Silent Scream closely.

Although everything was in a state of chaos, Silent Scream kept a level head and remain composed.

“Sir.”

“What?” Silent scream said.

“What happened here?” Erik asked.

Silent Scream paused, turning to face Erik. “This is the work of the rebels, but we had a team take care of them.”

Erik nodded. That much should have been clear to anyone. “What do you think their target was?”

“Based on the damage, it seems they were aiming to disrupt transportation and communication within the city,” Silent Scream said. “A strategic move, but that was only a ruse.”

“A ruse, sir?”

Erik observed Silent Scream as he surveyed the destruction that had taken place all around them.

The mask on his face makes it impossible for Erik to see his face. But there was no doubt he was grinning at how many rebels had died.

“We don’t know what their actual target was,” Silent Scream said. “But we’re certain this attack on the train station was just a ruse. There was no reason for them to destroy this place.”

Erik nodded.

From the rebels’ perspective, attacking the train station seemed like an odd choice.

While the station was active during the day, it was primarily used as a civilian transportation hub.

Its destruction would cause chaos and inconvenience for the local inhabitants, but it would not significantly damage the Blackguards’ military or strategic infrastructure.

Experienced observers could see that the rebels were aiming for a more strategic target, using the train station attack to draw attention away from their actual goals.

Besides, Erik knew the truth. The rebels were not targeting the train station but rather a person. A man, a high-ranking official within Volkov’s army, who coincidentally was taking the train today.

Erik examined the scene, his heart full of contradictory emotions. The rebels’ bodies were strewn across the ground, their features frozen in desperation and defiance.

He recognized some of the men and women who had previously walked the streets with him.

These were not hardened criminals, but everyday people pushed to such extremes by Volkov’s tyrannical regime.

Erik forced himself to remain impassive, knowing that any show of sympathy could jeopardize his cover.

As Silent Scream continued barking orders, Erik stooped to examine the wounds of a dead rebel.

The injuries were clean, suggesting skilled fighters.

<For sure, this was the work of the blackguards. Mother fuckers…>

These guys, whoever they were, had been efficient, ruthless killers. But that was not uncommon among the blackguards.

He then turned to see who had survived. Basically, everyone on the Blackguards’ side.

He feared seeing a face, and it was right in front of him. The guy the resistance intended to assassinate, the true target of this strike, was alive and unharmed by the rebels’ attack.

Erik had a burst of frustration. The rebels had failed in their mission, and those who had died here had done so for nothing.

“Should I do something about it?”

Maybe killing him now would make those deaths not vain.

However, Erik dismissed the idea. To kill the officer would draw unwanted attention to him, and he couldn’t risk compromising his cover. It was much more important than the death of a comrade, since the information he could provide were going to save many more lives later.

If someone could sneak past the Blackguards’ defenses, it would raise unpleasant concerns about who that person was, and since there weren’t many, the blackguards may suspect he, Erik Romano, was in the city because he was one of the few who could slip past the blackguards unobserved.

While turning back to Silent Scream, Erik remained silent, contemplating the situation. From the blackguards point of view, they had thwarted the rebels’ plans, but the true target remained unknown to them.

That was at least what the blackguards ought to think. However, in Erik’s opinion, Van Dyke had underestimated the Blackguards’ intelligence network. That was especially true if there was a spy within the rebels.

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Silent Scream quickly solved everything. The fires had been stopped; the bodies taken away.

“Let’s go now; there is nothing else for us to do here.”

Erik followed Silent Scream. His mentor’s steps were brisk and purposeful. For sure, he was happy about the many rebels’ deaths.

The man didn’t even spare a glance back at the devastation.

“Are you sure we should leave everything like this, sir?”

“Other squads will take over the watch. We should return to the barracks.”

Erik kept his composure.

The rebels were clearly outmatched, and their attack was met with brutal efficiency by the Blackguards. Their real target had slipped through the net.

However, all of this was making Erik think. Fischer asked him to locate a group of blackguards who often prevented their attacks.

Was it possible that those who did this here at the train station were the very same people he was looking for?