Chapter 1082. Nancy's Identity

Nancy and the other surviving students were carried out of the bus by the rescuers and sent to the hospital.

Nancy's parents didn't want to exacerbate her trauma, so they arranged for her to take time off from school and recover at home. Nancy's parents were careful not to upset Nancy while the latter was convalescing.

One morning, Nancy was having breakfast with her family as usual. The breakfast remained the same, but the air in the dining room had changed drastically.

Amidst the stifling atmosphere, Nancy's father turned to the television nearby and turned it on—a news report depicting the mayor lamenting the deceased appeared on the television.

"This is the worst disaster with the most casualties Dusk City has seen since World War Two. In total, 131 good citizens lost their lives, including 23 young high school students. I am deeply saddened by the news of their loss.

"I swear on my name as the mayor that this matter will definitely not pass so easily. A gas explosion

this

large has never happened before, and someone must pay the price for letting this happen!"

Nancy whipped her head sharply toward the television.

Bob broke out into a cold sweat at the sight. He was about to change channels when Nancy reached out and snatched the remote from his hands. The dazed and traumatized girl seemed to have come back to her senses. She was staring with wide eyes at the television airing the news on the wall.

"What gas explosion is he talking about?! He's lying! Those black meteors killed Robert and the others!"

"Are you alright? Why don't we go and see a shrink this afternoon?"

Nancy ignored her parents and took out her phone to call the television station.

Upon hearing that Nancy was a survivor of the 325 Disaster and knew the specific reason behind the incident, the person on the other end of the phone became agitated. He said that he would send someone to interview her right away.

Nancy waited until dark but found no signs of the television station's car.

When she called them again, the person on the other end of the line had changed.

—Miss Nancy, something has happened, and they cannot interview you personally for the time being. Can you tell me on the phone about what you saw on that day?

"It wasn't a gas explosion! I saw it with my own two eyes. Those black meteors fell from the skies and killed Robert!"

Despite the shocking statement, the other party seemed particularly calm.

—

Oh?

What do you mean by black meteors? What do they look like, and how big are they? Can you give me a specific number?"

To ensure that her boyfriend's death wouldn't be in vain, Nancy recounted carefully.

With the interview done, the girl thought that the news would change soon, but the news was still saying that a gas explosion had caused the 325 Disaster.

What made Nancy extremely furious was the fact that the disaster was being overshadowed by boring entertainment news revealing gossip about some celebrities.

No one cared about Robert's death. On the news, he was nothing but a stranger.

However, Robert had given up his life to protect hers. Nancy was not willing to let things end like this. She was going to reveal the truth. Unfortunately, wherever she went—TV stations, newspapers, and she even posted videos on the Internet—it was all useless.

At first, she didn't quite understand what was going on. Later, she realized that people with great power were covering up the truth. The black meteors were most likely not a natural disaster; they had to be some kind of weapon!

Robert and the others were probably murdered!

The more Nancy thought about it, the more she felt like she had just stumbled upon the truth. All of a sudden, she now had a new motivation to live despite her dull and dim life.

She was going to avenge her boyfriend and classmates!

Those people wielded great power, and she was no match for them.

Nancy was aware of that, and she knew that she had to endure. Having made up her mind, Nancy no longer did anything; she went back to school with peace of mind.

As time passed by, Nancy grew up from a high school student to a college student. Finally, she started working as an astronomer.

It seemed time was capable of eroding just about anything, and the 325 Disaster was concluded as caused by a gas explosion. However, even the ruthless passage of time couldn't erode Nancy's longing for Robert.

In fact, her longing only grew stronger as time went on. The identity of those black meteors and the organization behind them didn't matter to Nancy at all. She was willing to risk her life for the sake of revenge.

When Nancy finally felt like those people were no longer monitoring her, she began her move. The first thing she did was to secretly tell the truth to the relatives of those who had died in the 325 Disaster and persuade them to join her.

She also began collecting video evidence from the 325 Disaster site.

Unsurprisingly, the video clips were all edited. However, she wasn't discouraged, as the traces of tampering proved to her that she was correct and that someone was trying to cover things up.

She collected every piece of relevant evidence with the intention to expose them all at some point in the future. However, before she could do anything with the evidence she had gathered,

they

found her first.

They were a man and a woman sitting calmly on her sofa at home.

The two were looking at her.

"Hello there, Miss Nancy," the Asian man said.

Nancy took out a gun from her handbag and pointed it at the two. She sounded agitated as she exclaimed, "I knew this day would come! I knew you'd come looking for me, you murderers!"

"No, no, no, Ms. Nancy, you misunderstood! We're not the ones behind the 325 Disaster."

Nancy remained doubtful as she looked at them. "Weren't you guys the ones covering up the truth?"

"Technically, it was the handiwork of our colleagues in a different department, but it's all because some things are best hidden. We're members of the IMF—an international organization dedicated to protecting mankind."

Nancy felt like she was dreaming. The other party's words were so surreal that they sounded fake and fabricated. "What were those black meteors? What exactly killed Robert?!"

"My apologies, but that incident requires a very high clearance level to access, so we can't tell you anything about it. However, if you join us, the files regarding that incident will naturally be disclosed to you once your clearance reaches a certain level."

"Join you?" Nancy asked. The information contained in their words was too much for Nancy to digest.

"We have been observing you for a very, very long time, ever since that incident. Your patience and determination far exceed that of ordinary people. In the end, we unanimously believe that you can join our great cause.

"And we don't like to see guns being pointed at us, so no, thank you." The man raised his hand, and the gun in Nancy's hand flew into his hand before being squeezed until it became an iron ball.

The woman stood up and walked up toward her. She spread out a deck of poker cards face down and asked, "Come here, draw one and let's see."

Nancy glanced at the iron ball in the man's hand and the cards in the woman's hand before casually drawing a card. The card had no features except for a letter and a number—K9.