Gargoyle Supremacy-Chapter 47: My Next Assassination Target Has Been Arrest?

The convoy split into two directions under the midday sun. Dr. Jasmine Snowcreak and her daughter Janette were escorted to a secure detention center for questioning, while the metallic container and suitcases containing the mysterious golden substance were rushed to the ECD’s high-security research facility.

At the detention center, the atmosphere was tense and oppressive despite the daylight streaming in through narrow windows. Jasmine was roughly dragged into an interrogation room, and her heels scraped against the tiled floor as she resisted. Her voice echoed in the sterile halls.

"You’re making a mistake! You don’t understand what you’re dealing with! That chalice could save millions! No, billions of lives!"

The guards remained stone-faced, ignoring her outburst. One of them slammed the door shut with a metallic thud, leaving her alone inside the featureless room. A single fluorescent bulb overhead cast harsh shadows on the gray walls.

Meanwhile, Janette sat quietly in a separate holding room, far more composed than her mother. She rested her hands on her lap, though they trembled slightly.

The golden liquid she had secretly consumed earlier coursed through her veins, and she could feel its effects beginning to take hold. Glancing down, she noticed a faint golden glow flickering beneath her skin, pulsating like a heartbeat.

She clenched her fists. It was working just like her mother said it would.

Janette leaned back in her chair, recalling the notes and diagrams from her mother’s research, the ones she had secretly read late at night.

The artifact, designated ECD-77, was an ancient chalice with enigmatic properties. Her mother had spent years studying its secrets, eventually discovering that it continuously produced a mysterious golden liquid labeled as ECD-77-7, which was the seventh substance extracted from the chalice.

The liquid’s properties were miraculous. According to Jasmine’s research, ECD-77-7 could be processed into a "youth elixir," capable of rejuvenating cells and restoring a person’s youthful appearance. When injected directly into the bone marrow of individuals with augmented implants, it heightened their five senses and enhanced their physical abilities to superhuman levels.

This alone made ECD-77-7 highly sought after by global elites. Unbeknownst to the authorities, Jasmine had leaked information about the substance to underground circles and sold small quantities to select buyers for astronomical prices. Through discreet cryptocurrency transactions, she had amassed billions of dollars hidden away from prying eyes.

But there was another, far more dangerous aspect of ECD-77-7, one that only Jasmine and Janette knew.

Consuming the liquid over seven consecutive days didn’t just enhance the body, but it also awakened latent abilities, granting the consumer unique powers that defied explanation.

Janette smirked. Today marked the seventh day. By now, the effects of ECD-77-7 should begin to manifest. Her thoughts drifted to scenes from her favorite superhero movies, imagining herself soaring through the skies, bending steel with ease, or wielding telekinetic power.

But as she was engrossed in her daydreams, a strange sensation overwhelmed her. Her pupils glowed, turning gold. Her vision blurred momentarily before it caught something that defied reality.

Hovering before her was a floating infant with small, delicate angelic wings. It held a trumpet toy in its chubby hands. Its innocent face and tender skin resembled that of a newborn.

For a moment, the sight mesmerized her, and she tilted her head in awe.

"An angel?" She muttered in excitement.

But then, their eyes met, and the infant’s expression twisted into a grotesque snarl. Its cherubic features distorted, revealing jagged teeth, hollow eyes, and a monstrous aura that sent shivers down her spine.

"BLASPHEMY!" the baby angel screeched, and its voice resonated like a demonic growl.

Before Janette could react, the creature raised its trumpet and blew. The sound that followed was not music but a sharp, ear-piercing noise, a frequency so high and grating that it felt like knives slicing through her skull.

Janette screamed as an unbearable pain tore through her senses. Her ears began to bleed, followed by streams of crimson pouring from her eyes, nostrils, and mouth. She collapsed onto the table, convulsing violently.

The officers stationed outside the room heard the commotion and burst in. One knelt beside Janette, checking for signs of life, while the others searched the room for any sign of an assailant.

"She’s bleeding out! Call an ambulance!" one of them shouted. "It looks like she’s consumed poison!"

As the room filled with frantic voices and rushing footsteps, Janette’s vision dimmed. The last thing she saw before losing consciousness was the monstrous infant disappearing in a burst of golden light.

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The sudden incident brought the entire investigation to a screeching halt. Emergency responders arrived within minutes, their sirens wailing as they carried Janette’s limp body out on a stretcher. A paramedic checked her pulse and noted the faint, irregular beat.

"She’s alive, but barely. We’re taking her to the ECD hospital immediately."

The ECD hospital, a high-security medical facility reserved for handling sensitive and classified cases, prepared for her arrival. Doctors and nurses, all under strict confidentiality agreements, readied themselves to assess what they believed was a poisoning case.

But while the ambulance was on its way to the hospital, a shadowy hand manifested within the ambulance and opened a small rift. The ghastly hand grabbed Janette’s body and pulled her into the rift right in front of the paramedics within the van. The dimensional rift then vanished.

The whole process was done within a split second, leaving no room for the paramedics in the vehicle to react. When everything was over, they screamed in shock.

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Because of the supernatural nature of the incident, Arthur was assigned to take charge of the case.

The seasoned detective was already in a foul mood as he was still puzzled by the unresolved gargoyle case. Despite his best efforts, the entity responsible for Barney’s murder had completely vanished without a trace. Adding to his frustration was the chaos caused by negligent researchers and ECD staff who had allowed another catastrophic breach to occur.

This time, however, Arthur had an ally. An entity from the ECD facility, a cooperative figure known for its prowess in subduing escaped anomalies, had volunteered to assist in reclaiming the escaped entities.

The entity was a knight cloaked in black medieval armor, exuding an ominous aura. His appearance was obscured by a swirling black mist. Only the glowing golden light emanating from his eyes, visible through the slits of his full helmet, pierced the darkness around him.

The pair made their way to the detention center, where Jasmine Snowcreak was escorted back into the interrogation room.