Strongest Superhuman System

Chapter 361 The NSA Auxiliary Initiative? Sounds Like Bullshit

"What will happen to the injured from other guilds who are incapable of healing themselves? What will you do for them?"

Salazar reached out to Milicent at the side and Milicent handed him a pamphlet that he passed on to Jeanne.

"We will grant them a chance to be healed."

Jeanne looked through the pamphlet with scrutiny and she couldn't stop the sigh of disappointment that came from deep within her soul.

The NSA Auxiliary Initiative.

That was the title of the pamphlet and its description was simple. It was a form that a guild would use to register in order to become an auxiliary branch of the NSA. Every guild that registers to become a branch of the NSA would be granted some benefits that other guilds wouldn't have. And at the top of those benefits was the chance for their injured members to be healed by Jeanne.

Jeanne has seen her fair share of nonsense in her time, but this was definitely the worst one yet. Trying to force guilds to come under you just for the sake of receiving medical attention had to be the most militaristic thing ever.

Jeanne already knew she didn't want any part in this, but she still had to stall, so she asked a question curiously.

"So, what will the NSA gain from this Auxiliary Initiative?"

Salazar shrugged.

"Barely anything, truth be told. This is not a means for us to extort guilds, we will simply be receiving a pre-stated monthly payment from the guild based on their guild ranking. It will be a reasonable price, so you don't need to worry. The NSA is moving into a new phase—no, the world is moving into a new phase, and I wish for you to be at the center of this movement.

I think this is the next step for us. It will allow us to not only hold a much larger force that can be sent out in case of emergencies, but it will also give us a much richer information network between all of our auxiliary guilds. It will be the perfect defense against the anima."

Or a perfect weapon against anyone who opposes you.

Jeanne didn't say her thoughts out loud, but Salazar could read on her face that she wasn't buying into his plans. Her lack of trust in him was as clear as day. Salazar eyed the water that Jeanne had not touched yet and asked if she wouldn't like to take a drink to calm down. Jeanne frowned while flipping through the pamphlet.

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Ding!

The door leading into the underground lab opened and revealed a wide circular room with multiple scientists wearing lab coats. There was a feeling of urgency in the air as all the scientists were either conversing or moving around inspecting the many glass pods in the room.

Each of the glass pods held a grotesque-looking monster that was very similar to the one that Mark fought against a few days ago. Multiple legs, multiple arms, and two or three heads with many faces on each one attached to a bulbous body that would make anyone vomit from how ugly it looked.

Once the door to the room opened, almost all the scientists looked up and they were shell-shocked once the scientists who were smoking outside carried someone into the room, followed closely behind by the bespectacled woman. Fiona's hands were slung over the shoulders of two tall men and they dragged her into the room unceremoniously.

"Isn't that Fiona? The A rank?"

"It is. How the hell did she get captured? I thought we couldn't get any A ranks because of how strong they are."

"I didn't hear anything about this either. We were just about to ask Salazar for more superhumans. Did Salazar capture her today?"

"Madam Uriel, what is the meaning of this? How did we capture Fiona so quickly?"

The last person that spoke up was a tall woman with a pretty face named Martha. She was also carrying a pad like everyone else, but her figure was so perfect that you would never think someone like her was also a scientist. She had wide hips and a pair of breasts that threatened to tear her shirt buttons apart.

Martha walked closer to Uriel and the shorter woman nodded while handing some papers to Martha.

"Salazar just sent her in as the newest sample. Almost in perfect condition. I have no idea how in the world he managed to capture her, but I am not going to complain when it helps our research."

Martha frowned at the crude explanation. She didn't think Salazar was the sort of person to do something so rash. Was Salazar getting desperate because of the timeline? Working in desperation is bound to lead to mistakes. If someone finds out that Fiona is missing before they can finish their research, then they could be in trouble.