The End of the World: Chaos

Ruth sat at the large wooden table, flipping through the report that had just been delivered, her brows furrowed, as if she was lost in thought. Pushkin stood behind her, his face solemn and uneasy.

"Ruth, the content of this report is really strange. There seems to be no clue as to the root cause of the betrayal. Our investigation has come to a standstill." Pushkin said in a low voice, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.

"That's true. If we say there is no clue about this internal matter of our team, it would seem that our intelligence capabilities are too incompetent." Ruth raised her eyes and looked directly at Pushkin with a firm gaze. "Could it be that we have really been deceived by the other party's tricks?"

"Perhaps this is out of hostility. They must know why we are monitoring them, so they are deliberately hiding the truth." Pushkin sighed, rubbed his chin, thought for a moment, and spoke in a heavier tone, "In the face of such betrayal, any organization must be cautious."

"If that's the case, aren't we in a passive position?" Ruth was furious. She slammed the report in her hand onto the table, her anger uncontrollable. "Their betrayal will surely strengthen their own strength, and we will fall into an even more difficult situation."

Pushkin was startled, thought for a moment, and said, "Let me think about it carefully. If I can find this mysterious person, maybe I can solve the mystery of this betrayal."

"I remember yesterday's intelligence [R] mentioned an underground trade fair, and it seemed that there were unknown people involved with the traitors. What's going on with this?" Ruth suddenly remembered and asked.

"There are indeed many rumors about this trade fair. I heard that many members of the Eight-Faced Buddha are gathered there." Pushkin nodded. "However, the crowd is surging and the situation is turbulent. What should we do?"

Ruth walked to the window and looked down at the people on the street, her eyes deep and thoughtful. "We will first investigate internally and send people to investigate those suspicious members and monitor them for any unusual behavior."

"Understood. I'll arrange it right away." Pushkin nodded in agreement and turned around to carry out the order.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door. Ruth frowned slightly and signaled Pushkin to stop. She walked to the door, opened it, and saw Anthony's face full of panic.

"Ruth, this is an emergency!" Anthony said urgently, "We just learned that regarding yesterday's trade fair, it seems that a mysterious person wants to contact the traitor."

"How do you know?" Ruth's heart sank and she asked in a firm tone.

"We were secretly monitoring a traitor. After the trade fair, he stayed in a bar. Later, someone found him and conducted a private transaction." Anthony took a breath, looking nervous. "Although we didn't hear too many details, the appearance of this mysterious person made them quite uneasy."

"Have you found out his identity?" Ruth asked quickly.

"Unfortunately, I failed to track him down. His whereabouts were secretive and he left after staying for a short time. However, I still caught a chance and heard the traitor mention the 'big plan'," Anthony added.

"The term 'big plan' should be taken seriously." Ruth's eyes flashed with vigilance. "We must find out the intention behind it as soon as possible."

"What should we do?" Anthony looked at her intently, waiting for her instructions.

Ruth thought for a moment, her eyes firm and sharp, "I want to go to the bar myself, you can wait behind me and act accordingly."

"Are you going in person?" Anthony seemed hesitant, worried about her safety.

"That's right." Ruth said firmly, leaving no room for doubt. "I need to talk to them face to face to get the most direct information. You must act carefully and be fully prepared."

"But Ruth, wouldn't it be dangerous if we were discovered by the enemy?" Pushkin interjected. Although he was worried, he also understood Ruth's determination.

"Although I know the risks, I can't wait any longer." Ruth said with a firm expression and a sharp gaze. "Since they have gradually closed in their net, we must seize the opportunity to strike back. Pushkin, you need to pay attention to the movements of other traitors. If you have any new intelligence, inform me immediately."

"I understand." Pushkin seemed slightly relieved. Although he was still uneasy, he finally understood Ruth's determination.

"Anthony, everything is ready. We will set off immediately." Ruth's heart was pounding with anticipation and nervousness, and her heartbeat gradually accelerated.

The three of them quickly changed into casual clothes, walked out of the office, and headed straight for the bar. Outside the door, neon lights were flashing, and the atmosphere was noisy, as if it was looking down on the world.

Walking into the bar, the mixed voices and music flooded into her ears, seeming to hinder her clear vision. Ruth glanced around and was finally attracted by a table in a corner. There sat a traitor, talking to a tall stranger.

"Pay attention, Ruth." Anthony reminded in a low voice, his face slightly serious and showing nervousness.

"We need to get closer and find out what he says." Ruth made up her mind and guided the two of them to move quietly and gradually approach the target.

Ruth finally heard the traitor's words: "Do you think this plan can succeed? If Ruth and the others find out..."

"Don't worry, I have already planned everything." The tall man's voice was deep, revealing great confidence, "Now everything is ready, we are in control of everything."

Hearing this, Ruth was shocked. Obviously, the enemy had already made plans. Pushkin and her worries were indeed not wrong. The plan of this mysterious man must be extraordinary.