7. The White Queen

The car drove freely on the deserted road, with vast plains on either side. Alex left a crack in the window, allowing the fresh air to pour in, making him take deep breaths of fresh air.

On the second day after leaving Washington, D.C., Alex was surprised to find that he seemed to have traveled from 'hell' directly to 'heaven.' The journey was smooth, with no chaos, no smell of blood, and no gang wars.

This left Alex somewhat astonished, and his always tense mind, relaxed a bit.

Later Tonight, when Alex and Pietro were taking a break halfway, they witnessed a motorcyclist in a circus performing his final 'extreme sport' with his life on the line. The man poured a whole barrel of gasoline over his head, then sat on his motorcycle. Without any hesitation, he lit the fire with a lighter. In an instant, his head was engulfed in flames, and with the roar of the motorcycle, he sped off.

From a distance, Alex could hear the piercing screams. Pietro was stunned, his mouth agape for a long time. Even he had never seen such a horrifying act. The man's face's skin quickly burned from the flames, leaving only a skull wrapped in fire, like a ghost rider from hell, riding across the land.

From the poster at the circus entrance, Alex quickly found the man's name—Johnny Blaze.

Ignoring what happened next, Johnny Blaze's 'physical transformation' sounded an alarm for Alex. No matter how beautiful the world seemed, hidden beneath it were unsalvageable depravity and despair.

"Wake up, we're almost there." Seeing the town gradually appear in the night, Alex patted Pietro next to him.

"So soon? How long did I sleep?" Pietro yawned.

"Long enough, it'll be dawn soon." Alex parked the car in a public parking lot. "Rest up, and when the orphanage opens, remember to follow the plan."

"Got it. I'll fuel up first." Pietro responded and then grabbed a big bag of donuts from the back seat.

To be honest, Alex didn't want to have too much contact with the heroes of this world because he didn't know them at all. No one could tell whether these lunatics would end up helping or killing him.

Pietro was fine. He was just a tragic teenager whose mind hadn't been irreparably polluted by this world yet. But others were unpredictable. Alex couldn't gauge how twisted the minds of those struggling under President X's oppression had become.

In the morning, the small town gradually came to life. The townspeople continued their daily routines, mundane but far better compared to other places. This was undoubtedly one of the few sanctuaries left in the USA.

Alex patted his face, put on a professional smile, and walked straight into the orphanage.

This orphanage was personally funded by Emma. It belonged to the 'Church of the Next Generation,' which was also founded by Emma. Alex didn't know much about the church, only that it was created to better nurture the next generation, with most of its followers being pregnant women.

The orphanage was established to help homeless or even abandoned children. It was said that Emma invested half of her fortune in building this orphanage, which earned her the best reputation in USA through national newspapers. Almost everyone associated Emma with 'kindness,' but Alex had already prepared for the worst. He couldn't believe there was such a genuinely kind person in this damned world.

"Hello, how can we help you?" A nun quickly stopped Alex as he entered the orphanage.

Seeing the nun's smile and enthusiasm, Alex also smiled. "Hello, I'm a reporter from The New York Times. I'm here to see Ms. Emma Frost, hoping she would agree to an interview."

"The New York Times?!" The nun was taken aback but quickly responded. The New York Times was no small paper; its publications could be seen nationwide. Similarly, not everyone could be featured in it. Emma had only appeared once. "Oh, for an interview, huh? Follow me."

Alex followed the nun into the orphanage. He had to admit, the environment here was really good, and the construction style was similar to a monastery. The courtyard was filled with plants, birds chirped in the background, and walking here improved Alex's mood.

"Please wait here; I'll go inform her." The nun bowed slightly to Alex and left after he nodded.

After a while, a woman in a white priestess robe slowly approached with the nun.

Seeing this, Alex couldn't help but feel nervous. He quickly pinched himself, then stood up and, holding the camera that Pietro somehow acquired, smiled at Emma. "Ms. Frost, may I take a picture of you now? You are absolutely stunning."

"Of course." Emma did not refuse this proactive man's request. She stopped and smiled slightly.

Emma's voice was charming, with a strong allure. Combined with her face, Alex believed that most men couldn't resist such a beautiful woman.

Wearing a pure white priestess robe, she looked so pure. This combination of an angel's purity and a devil's seduction in one person made people want to approach her and become her prisoner.

Click!

The camera made a crisp sound, and Alex quickly put it down, walking up to Emma Frost. "Thank you for your generosity. I believe this photo will be on the front page of the next issue unless my editor is blind. Oh, by the way, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Alexander. You can call me Alex. I'm a reporter who joined The New York Times last week. Would you like to see my press credentials?"

Alex spoke very quickly. He understood that when facing someone with telepathic abilities, he must not let the other party's mind actively invade his. The best way was to take the initiative, constantly asking questions or changing topics, making the other party's thoughts follow his lead.

"No need, I believe you. And there's no need to be nervous." Emma clearly sensed the nervousness of the young man in front of her, but she didn't mind.

Hearing this, Alex couldn't help but shrug and make a funny face.

"Oh, sorry, Ms. Frost, but you're making it hard for me. I believe no man in the world could remain calm in the face of your stunning beauty. If someone can, I would doubt his sexual orientation."

Alex's words drew laughter from Emma and the nun. Emma then waved the nun away and walked to Alex's side with her long legs.

"Just call me Emma. Sit down, I'll take your interview."

"Thank you so much. Honestly, I should mark today as my lucky day!"

Alex quickly sat opposite Emma, opened his notebook, and put on a somewhat 'silly' smile. Meanwhile, on the other side of the orphanage.

With his super speed, Quicksilver entered the orphanage without anyone noticing. The nuns seemed to be ordinary people, and the orphanage had plenty of blind spots in its surveillance, making his infiltration effortless.

Hidden in the shadows, Pietro checked his watch. He knew Alex must have started the plan, and it was time for him to act. Suddenly, a new message popped up.

Pietro looked down; it was from Alex.

[Too quiet, find the children!]

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8. Already Dead.

9. Still Alive.

10. Madness.

11. Twisted Minds.

12. Escape.