The End of the World: Chaos

"Ruth, I really don't understand why you are so calm," Pushkin finally couldn't help but break the silence, his voice vaguely revealing anxiety. "This betrayal has caused huge losses. Don't you want to explore more details?"

Ruth smiled slightly, her eyes sparkling like stars, and her tone revealed a bit of carefreeness, "Pushkin, the development of all things has long exceeded the scope of our control. Betrayal and interests have been integrated since ancient times." Her expression was calm, as if she had seen through it all.

"Have you ever thought about their motives? What kind of power is behind them?" Pushkin frowned, trying to find a hint of emotion in her calm tone.

Ruth stared at Pushkin with a sharp gaze, but she only replied calmly: "I already know that the dreaded Red Skull is behind this betrayal."

"Red Skull?" Pushkin was incredulous, and his voice suddenly rose in surprise. "This is simply impossible! That person has long disappeared into the dust of history. Could it be that at this moment, they dare to take risks for him?"

Ruth nodded slightly, her expression unchanged, as if she had expected this. "The fanatical followers behind him have never forgotten that if the Red Skull reappears in the world and masters his power, he will be at the peak of his power."

"But... I have never heard that he will be reborn like a phoenix." Pushkin was confused and full of thoughts. To him, the Red Skull was a distant and vague existence, as if it was always shrouded in a veil of mystery.

Ruth sighed softly, as if she was helpless about Pushkin's persistence. "Don't you understand that history can often repeat itself? In this turbulent time, for the sake of power, many forces are willing to make a desperate move, just like reshuffling the cards."

"You are too simplistic, Ruth!" Pushkin suddenly became anxious and stood up, startling several guards outside the window, who all cast strange glances at him. He immediately realized that his words were out of control, and continued in a low voice: "Even so, Red Skull is not invincible. Is his past and his weaknesses a secret that has never been revealed to everyone?"

"When the shadow of power covers people's hearts, who can see the truth?" Ruth smiled slightly, with a hint of disdain on the corners of her mouth, and her eyes were like knives, piercing Pushkin's heart. "Everyone will change their beliefs for their own interests, and even the hatred of the past can be transformed by it."

"In other words, should we focus on the Red Skull, or should we hold those traitors accountable?" Pushkin still couldn't understand, his brows furrowed.

"In this changing world, it is meaningless to focus on those insignificant betrayers," Ruth said in a deep voice, her expression gradually becoming serious. "Our goal should be to find the trace of the Red Skull. Only by finding him can we cut off the enemy's retreat."

"However, if we use our own manpower to pursue him, it would be extremely risky," Pushkin hesitated, as if he wanted to express his inner uneasiness.

"What are you worried about?" Ruth's eyes were sharp, as if she could see through Pushkin's deepest fear.

"I think that if he really comes back, it will inevitably cause an even greater crisis. Right now we are not strong enough to contend with it." Pushkin's voice was low and faded away like a breeze, as if he was comforting himself.

"However, if we continue to passively defend, it will not last long. We will just be waiting to be devoured!" Ruth's words were sonorous and her eyes were as sharp as torches, emitting an unwavering light.

Pushkin raised his head slowly, as if touched by Ruth's words, with a spark of thought flashing in his eyes. "So, we need to collect intelligence from various sources, look for clues about him, and then decide on the next course of action?"

Ruth nodded slightly, her expression relaxed, "That's right, we must focus our energy on the Red Skull, not those insignificant traitors. Only by treating them like a tiger's den can we plan for a comeback."

"Then what should I do?" Pushkin's heart was beating, and a glimmer of fighting spirit suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"First, we should contact the forces that are still loyal to us and collect relevant intelligence. Secondly, we need to strengthen our defenses to prevent the enemy from taking the opportunity to invade." Ruth smiled, her face shining with wisdom, as if she had already planned everything for the next action, no matter how big or small.