There was no resistance at all.
Paige stood there, her eyes almost wooden as she watched him.
She no longer knew what kind of mood she should be in to face Alfredo.
She thought about the people of Wind Island, in the face of a new life of discomfort, but did not think that Alfredo had such a difficult time; she thought about her plan to rebuild the slums is not perfect, but did not think that Alfredo will be the one to ruin it.
Alfredo stood up and looked at the side of the empty rooftop, his eyes, which had never been covered with more than a few depressing colors, were filled with intense pleasure.
He smiled as if relieved and turned his head to Paige, “I put a confession on Beauty, stating that it was she who threw the Ferris Wheel Virus because she didn’t get along with the people in the Zaibatsu, and that she could also frame you for being a target, but she didn’t realize that her own family members were also caught in the trap, and with remorse in her heart she decided to kill herself to thank for the crime.”
“…”
Paige is silent.
“I forced her to write a lot of words to hate you, now there are all reporters down there, once it’s publicized, everyone will know you’re innocent and you’ll be fine.” Alfredo added.
Paige listened and laughed, “You think focusing the conflict on plutocratic rivalries will help?”
Won’t they fight back?
Would they let themselves get infected with the virus for nothing and have to be slammed by the public?
At those words, Alfredo’s smile froze at the corner of his mouth, “Wouldn’t it be better to just take you out?”
As far as he was concerned, the outside world was none of his business, as long as his revenge, Wind Island’s revenge, was avenged, as long as she was fine.
Take her out.
Can she take it out?
Paige looked at him, “These people have been everywhere in the last few days, the number of people they’ve touched hasn’t been fully accounted for as of yet, Alfredo, the innocents, aren’t their lives lives?”
He looked at her steadily, the wind whipping through her hair, strands of it crossing the red orbs of disappointed to the core.
“Paige, isn’t it exhausting to live like this when you’re trying to look out for everyone?” He said.
Most of the people in this world were just strangers to her.
“…”
If she only wanted to think of herself, how could she have thought of rebuilding the slums in the first place.
But now, she couldn’t say that anymore, because she wasn’t qualified.
She wasn’t looking out for everyone, she was doing people a disservice.
Paige looked at him and took a step backward with her foot.
“Paige,” Alfredo called out to her, pulling a box of candy out of his pocket and walking towards her, “I’ve been remembering you saying that if you get out of Wind Island, you’re going to eat a lot of candy, I’m buying it, are you eating it?”
“…”
Paige looked down at the candy in his hand, his fingers were thin and long and sickly white, even the veins on them were obvious.
She continued to back away.
She knew. It hurt too much for him to live, but she couldn’t take it.
Alfredo stood there and just watched as her feet retreated again and again, he froze, then smiled to himself and opened the box of candies in his hand, taking one out and putting it in his mouth, “I guess you wouldn’t be able to eat it.”
He raised his eyes to her as he ate the candy.
“…”
Paige hangs her hands down, her long eyelashes drooping slightly as she asks, “Where is Rachel’s shipment of weapons and where did it all go?”
“What weapons?” Alfredo looked at her in confusion.
Paige raised her eyes, “You don’t know? You don’t know how to work with her?”
The grand plan was clearly to use the virus to stir up class conflict in Country A. From the virus to the riots, it would plunge Country A into the chaos of a hundred years ago.
Alfredo shook his head, “I’m not working with anyone.”
He only wanted to kill those high and mighty characters, how could he cooperate with the others.
Paige couldn’t help but be shaken when she saw that his expression didn’t look like he was telling a lie, “The Virus Research Institute is on high alert, how did you blend in alone? With so many viruses, you happened to get the Ferris wheel virus known as the ghetto virus, and how did you cultivate the virus to be so powerful that it infected most of the people at the dinner party?”
None of this was simple for him to do alone.
“Are these difficult?” Alfredo asked back, not quite understanding, “There are a lot of scenarios on that website, I just picked the one I could do.”
“The website? What website?” Paige immediately pressed.
“I don’t remember the URL, I had it on my computer and it popped up on its own.” Alfredo said honestly.
Whatever the site was, it was as if Paige saw a huge vortex falling.
“You’re being used.” Paige looked at him and shook her head, turning to leave when suddenly her legs froze.
Things were too late, I’m afraid.
What kind of website could have led Alfredo to do what he did, and with the weapons from Rachel’s side flowing into A long ago, I’m afraid everything is deployed, just waiting for the country to explode.
Alfredo threw Beauty down will not help, the plutocrats will never give up, it is only a matter of time before Alfredo is found.
If they find out about Alfredo, they’ll have a complete vendetta against her.
In order to make everything explode earlier, this website behind her will definitely go along with this and help the plutocrats a bit.
With that in mind, her cell phone suddenly vibrated.
Paige picked up her phone, and a minute ago, pictures of Beauty falling to her death were publicized on the news, with a photo of a confession next to the bloody image.
The comments exploded.
And now, another news story has broken.
Sure enough, it’s the image of Alfredo standing on the side of the road, burning the Virus Research Institute’s anti-virus suit off his body, and another image of him entering the dinner party disguised as a waiter, with the news pointing straight to the fact that he’s the one who’s responsible for this Ferris Wheel virus incident.
The close up photo shows Alfredo with his hand raised and his wrist as thin as a child’s, a symbol of the people of Wind Island.
Two completely opposing news stories were broken at the same time.
The class conflict in A-country had “logically” erupted.
And this time, Paige knew that she could no longer say “I’m not wrong” with a straight face.
“Alfredo, turn yourself in with me.” Paige put her cell phone away and turned around.
Alfredo was still standing in place, and when he saw her turn back, his pale face broke into a smile as bright red blood dripped from the corner of his lip.
Paige’s gaze froze, her eyes falling on the candy box clutched in his hand, “You-”
Alfredo smiled, one lip, his mouth full of blood.
He walked towards her, and just as he took a step out, his legs went weak and he dropped to both knees.
“…”
Paige looked at the man in front of her and a huge wave of grief exploded out of her body, the pain was so great she lost her ability to speak.
Alfredo dropped to his knees, his eyes looked deeply into hers and smiled, “Paige, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“…”
“Don’t you hate me.”
A little bit of blood spilled from between his lips, turning into tiny blood bubbles.
He reached out towards her, but before he could raise his hand, the others fell heavily, collapsing to the ground, never to move again.
“…”
Paige stood there, staring at him in disbelief.
Alfredo’s hand still maintained its outstretched position, the watch slipping down to reveal the hideous scars on his thin wrist, so harsh.
Paige’s lips quivered as the man took one step backward, turned and walked away, leaving the rooftop without looking back.