I Somehow Became The Almighty Creator, l can create anything: Be Ware
Chapter 61

Chapter 61: Chapter 61

The neon lights of Hong Kong’s crowded districts faded into a dim glow as Watts moved toward the less populated outskirts.

The sounds of bustling life grew distant, replaced by the faint hum of wind rustling through the scattered trees and abandoned buildings.

Reaching the shadows, with a simple will of his mind, El Max came out of his body and enveloped him in an effortless show of finesse.

El Max came alive as he stepped into it, the panels shifting and securing themselves around his body with a series of faint hisses and clicks.

The HUD sprang to life, illuminating his vision with a faint blue overlay as a soft chime signaled the activation of Blackbox.

"Destination locked?" he asked.

"Ready when you are," Blackbox replied, its voice calm and efficient.

Watts crouched slightly, feeling the suit’s systems hum in synchrony with his own focus.

Thing is. he could fly without it—his body was evolved enough for that—but the suit made it easier to plan, analyze, and blend in when needed.

The augmented tech was invaluable for pinpointing locations, identifying potential threats, and maintaining anonymity.

So although he could fly without it, he decided he would use it more in his endeavors.

Without another word, he launched himself skyward, a streak of shadow against the star-dotted night.

As he soared over the dark expanse of water separating Hong Kong from his eventual destination, he let his thoughts drift.

"Blackbox," he said, his voice steady. "Everything from Area 52—did you get it all?"

There was a pause, as if the AI was choosing its words carefully. "Not only recorded, Sir. I learned everything.

Their files, classified operations, affiliations. I know the personnel, their roles, and connections. It’s all here."

Watts couldn’t help but smile. "You always deliver."

"It’s not just about having the data," Blackbox continued. "It’s understanding it. Their networks are... intricate. Manipulating them would be of help in future."

"Good," Watts replied, his tone sharpening. "We’ll need it later. But not now. Not yet."

He tilted forward slightly, accelerating as the ocean stretched below him, endless and dark.

The suit adjusted, breaking the sound barrier multiple times at once, determined to be over with this.

Ahead, a faint glimmer of lights along the coastline marked his next stop: a port on the shore of the Pacific in South America.

From there, he’d secure transport to the hidden city.

.................

Far from the Pacific, in the heart of Los Angeles, three figures climbed the dimly lit staircase of a residential building. The fifth floor wasn’t far, but the mood was far from leisurely.

Nina trailed slightly behind, a lollipop stick jutting from the corner of her mouth.

She sucked on the candy lazily, savoring the sweetness with half-lidded eyes.

Her steps were slow, deliberate, as though climbing stairs was a monumental effort. "Why do we always take the stairs?" she muttered, her words muffled by the candy.

"Because," Rina snapped, her voice sharp and impatient. "Stairs don’t have cameras, and cameras mean someone knows we’re coming."

Rina’s expression was a mixture of annoyance and determination. Always wondering why she and her sister were so different.

The faint creak of her boots on the metal stairs punctuated her irritation.

"Cameras also mean evidence," Nina drawled, popping the candy out of her mouth for a moment. "Evidence makes things easy for analysts, like me."

"Lazy analysts," Rina shot back, not even turning to look at her.

Bontu chuckled from the front of the group, his calm demeanor acting as a buffer between the two twins.

His broad shoulders cast long shadows on the walls as he climbed steadily, his footsteps deliberate and unhurried.

"Ladies," he called out. "Let ush not fight. Watts... he isz a clever man. We washte time bickering while he getsh farzer away."

"Easy for you to say," Nina retorted, shoving the lollipop back in her mouth. "You’re not the one climbing with a sugar deficiency."

Bontu turned his head slightly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Maybe if you spent less time with sweets and more time with muscles, you wouldn’t struggle."

"Don’t tempt me, big guy," Nina muttered, rolling her eyes.

Rina ignored their banter, her focus unyielding as they neared the fifth floor. She stopped in front of Watts’ door, her gaze sharp and appraising.

The others caught up, and Bontu came to stand beside her.

He reached into his coat, pulling out a small device that he held against the door. The faint beep it emitted was the only sound in the otherwise silent hallway.

"Knock or break?" he asked, glancing at Rina.

She cracked her knuckles, a grin spreading across her face. "Break."

"Typical," Nina murmured around the candy, her words punctuated by the sound of the lollipop stick snapping in her teeth.

Bontu sighed, shaking his head slightly but not disagreeing. His eyes lingered on the door, calculating. "Let’s make this clean, да? No mess."

Rina flexed her fingers, preparing to force the lock, while Nina leaned casually against the wall, her expression one of feigned disinterest.

But all three knew that the moment they stepped inside, the real hunt would begin.

The soft click of the lock breaking was nearly inaudible against the hum of evening traffic outside the building.

The trio moved silently, slipping into Watts’ apartment as the golden glow of sunset filtered through the blinds.

The air inside was cool, the faint smell of clean wood and leather lingering in the space.

Nina strolled in lazily, sucking on her candy and looking around with half-interest. "Looks normal," she muttered, her voice muffled.

Rina’s sharp eyes darted around, scanning for anything out of place. She moved toward the kitchen, her footsteps light but deliberate.

Meanwhile, Bontu’s large frame loomed in the doorway for a moment as he took in the apartment’s layout, his expression calm but focused.

They fanned out to search, but less than a minute later, Nina plopped herself down on the plush couch in the sitting room, her lollipop stick dangling from her mouth like a cigar.

Grabbing the TV remote, she turned it on and began flipping through channels as though she were in her own home.

"I’m tired," she declared, stretching out and sinking deeper into the cushions. The flickering light from the screen cast a lazy glow over her face.

"Of course you are," Rina rolled her eyes, her tone sharp with annoyance. She turned away and headed toward the bathroom, muttering under her breath.

Bontu groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Always with ze laziness," he said, glaring at Nina. She merely shrugged, her attention glued to the TV.

As Rina opened the bathroom door, the scent of luxury products hit her. Her eyes widened slightly as she scanned the room.

Bottles of premium bath oils, soaps, and lotions were neatly arranged on glass shelves. The bath itself gleamed invitingly under the soft light.

Without thinking, she ran her fingers over the edge of a bottle labeled with exotic ingredients.

"Wow," she muttered, almost forgetting herself.

Moments later, she was stepping out of her clothes and into the bath. The warm water enveloped her, and a contented sigh escaped her lips as she reached for a bottle of lavender-scented oil.

Back in the living room, Bontu’s sharp ears caught the faint sound of splashing. His brow furrowed.

He strode toward the bathroom and opened the door to find Rina luxuriating in the tub.

"Okay," he said, his Russian-accented English tinged with exasperation, "I exshpect zis from Nina. But u too now?"

Rina raised an eyebrow, unfazed. "It’s a good bath. You should try it sometime."

Bontu let out a frustrated grunt, shaking his head as he returned to the search. Nina, now reclined on the couch with her feet up, looked over at him with a smirk.

"Don’t look at me," she said, her tone mocking. "I’m the lazy one, remember?"

"You are ze lazy one," Bontu shot back, sifting through a cabinet with more force than necessary. "And zis is why we find noshing."

By the time Rina emerged from the bathroom, refreshed and dressed, the atmosphere was heavy with irritation.

Together, she and Bontu searched the apartment methodically, but their efforts yielded nothing unusual.

"I don’t get it," Rina muttered, frustration creeping into her voice. "The guy lives here, but it’s like he doesn’t leave a trace."

When they decided to leave, Nina suddenly sat up, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Without warning, she threw the TV remote toward Bontu’s head with full force which moved at extremely dangerous speed.

Reacting on instinct like the strained soldier he was, he caught it just inches from his face.

"Ze fuck?" he snapped, glaring at her.

Nina smirked, her voice calm. "The remote didn’t break."

Bontu’s expression darkened, but something in her words made him pause, and then realization struck him. Rina, catching on, moved quickly to test the furniture.

She pressed against the coffee table, but it didn’t even creak. Bontu gripped the edge of the bookshelf and applied a fraction of his strength. It didn’t budge.

"This is..." Bontu began, his words trailing off as he exchanged a look with Rina.

They moved frantically through the apartment, testing every object. Chairs, shelves, even the walls.

Everything was unnervingly resilient, as though crafted to withstand unimaginable force.

"Well, would you look at that," Nina said, leaning back on the couch with her usual lazy grin.

Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she casually turned her attention back to the TV.