SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!

After informing one of the subordinates of the location of the fourth bomb, Mika pulled off the special glasses he had been wearing.

"This is a device that I made on my own. It can see through layers of anything I want to, and it basically works like an X-ray but on a molecular level."

The specialists leaned closer, their eyes wide with fascination.

Mika continued in a rather proud manner like he was really fond of his creation,

"As long as you focus the intensity of these glasses on the pages of the book, you’ll be able to go through each and every single page. And because the page itself is completely different from the ink, there’s an obvious difference between both layers, with the ink having an additional thickness to it."

He pointed at the pages and explained patiently.

"If you pull away the rest of the remnant ashes and whatever was there and just focus on scanning through the ink and the words and diagrams and whatnot that are there, you’ll be able to find out what is written."

The specialists nodded, understanding the principle.

Similar techniques were used on ancient smudged documents, but no one had ever seen an artifact capable of doing it so effortlessly and instantly.

One specialist couldn’t resist asking, "Even if you have something like that, how are you able to go through all of those documents? There’s no way that you could have just picked up a random book and found it out, right?"

"With these glasses, it’s not that big a deal." Mika shrugged. "I don’t have to flip through pages or go through every single file or document that exists. As long as I just glance at it, I can scan through every single page and instantly it appears in my mind."

He picked up another burnt volume.

"It’s easier than reading a normal book, actually."

The investigators stared at him in shock and awe. Their mouths hung open.

Even if what he said made sense technically, it sounded impossible.

He had basically scanned every single page of thousands of documents, deciphered an unknown language on the spot, spotted hidden clues, and pieced everything together in mere minutes.

They had so many questions, but Nadia noticed their growing curiosity and simply ignored it. Instead, she asked Mika directly.

"Then what about the fifth and sixth bombs? Where are they?"

Mika shook his head. "Information regarding those two isn’t available here. No matter how much we search through these documents, nothing will be available."

The hope that had flickered in the room dimmed. The investigators shoulders slumped. They had been so close—they had thought, for a moment, that they might actually find all the bombs in time.

But Mika smiled.

"Don’t worry. I have another way to find the rest."

That statement shocked everyone once more.

They had gone from writing off the entire operation to now wondering who this mysterious boy actually was and how he planned to locate the remaining bombs so quickly.

Mika didn’t explain further. He took out a black cloth from nowhere and wrapped it tightly around his eyes, blinding himself completely.

Then he produced earplugs and inserted them firmly into his ears.

He called out loudly. "Nadia, can you say something?"

She frowned. "What are you—"

He held up a thumb. "Perfect. I couldn’t hear a thing."

The investigators exchanged confused glances.

What was he doing? How was being blind and deaf supposed to help them find hidden bombs?

Mika pointed toward the ceiling.

"I’m going to give you directions. Left, right, up, down. Follow them exactly. And while we’re moving, I’ll also point out certain people—the ones who ran away. You’ll pick them up too."

Nadia didn’t hesitate. She grabbed him from behind, wrapping her arms around his waist, and launched into the air.

They shot out of the building like a missile.

"Forward." Mika said.

She flew forward.

"Left. No, more left. There."

She banked hard, cutting between buildings.

"Down. Through the underpass."

They dove beneath a highway, the wind roaring past them.

"Up. Over the bridge."

They soared over a suspension bridge, cars below them shuddering in the sudden gust.

"Right. Slow down. There—the woman in the cap. She’s one of them."

Nadia’s eyes locked onto a figure hurrying through a crowd, her head down, her cap pulled low. Before the woman could react, Nadia waved her hand, and invisible bonds wrapped around her.

The woman cried out as she was lifted into the air, floating behind them like a balloon on a string.

"Left. Sharp left. The man on the park bench."

Another figure—a man sitting alone, pretending to read a newspaper was bound and lifted.

"Right. Behind that building. No, the other one. There. Two of them."

Two more cult members, caught mid-escape, joined the growing collection floating behind Nadia.

They flew across the city—through downtown corridors, over residential neighborhoods, past industrial districts.

Everywhere they went, Mika pointed, and Nadia captured. Dozens of cult members, hidden in plain sight, were plucked from the streets like flowers from a garden.

By the time they returned to the headquarters, almost twenty people floated behind them, bound and trembling.

The investigators stared in disbelief.

"We found them." One whispered. "We were searching so hard, and he found them in under a minute."

Another shook his head. "How? How did he know where they were? He was blindfolded. He couldn’t hear. He couldn’t see."

No one had an answer.

Mika removed his blindfold and earplugs. He looked at the captured cult members—pointed ears, elven features, the telltale signs of their race.

They were shaking, their faces pale, their eyes wide with terror.

He studied them for a moment. Then he pointed at four of them.

"Crush them, Nadia. Turn them into minced meat."

Before anyone could react, Nadia waved her hand. Intense gravity slammed down on the four pointed individuals.

Smash!

Their bodies were instantly crushed under the weight of the world itself. They were smashed flat into bloody pancakes, bones ground to powder, blood and gore splattering across the floor.

The remaining captives freaked out, but they couldn’t even scream—some invisible force held them down.

They cried and trembled in horror at the gruesome sight of their colleagues turned into bloody messes.

Mika smiled calmly and turned to the subordinates.

"The bomber you guys sent was an actual soldier. Trained to resist interrogation. He would have died before telling us anything useful."

He gestured at the remaining captives.

"But you guys? You’re not warriors. You’re logistics. Research. Support staff. You’ve never been tortured. You’ve never been trained to withstand interrogation."

He crouched down in front of them.

"And after seeing what just happened to your colleagues, I’m sure you’re feeling very...cooperative."

He tilted his head.

"Aren’t you?"

They nodded frantically. Desperately. Some were already weeping, their bodies shaking with relief that they had been spared for now.

Mika stood up and gestured to the investigators.

"Ask them whatever you want. They’ll talk."

The subordinates quickly moved in and began interrogating them. It didn’t take long before they extracted the location of the fifth bomb.

Orders were barked out immediately, and aircrafts carrying the bomb squad were dispatched to the new site.

Meanwhile, Nadia approached Mika, who was leaning against a wall, casually drinking a bottle of water like he had just finished a light workout rather than a brutal interrogation.

The chaos around them—the investigators scrambling, the cult members weeping, the blood still drying on the floor seemed to slide off him like water off oilcloth.

She stopped beside him.

"How did you find them?" She asked quietly. "It was almost as if you had a GPS tracker on every single one of them. Or..." She paused, searching for the right words. "Or like you sniffed them out. Like a bloodhound."

Mika lowered the bottle. A slow smile spread across his face.

"Exactly, Nadia." He said. "That’s exactly what I did."

Nadia blinked. "You planted GPS trackers on them?"

Mika shook his head, still smiling.

"No. The other thing." He tapped the side of his nose. "I sniffed them out."

Nadia stared at him, momentarily speechless.

Mika continued casually, as if explaining something perfectly ordinary.

"The cult members covered their tracks. Erased their digital footprints. Mixed into crowds. Did everything right." He shrugged. "But they forgot one thing."

He touched his nose again.

"Scent. They were in that headquarters for months. Their smell was everywhere—on the documents, the furniture, the walls. Even after they fled, the scent lingered."

He spun the water bottle in his hands.

"So I blocked out my other senses. Focused entirely on smell. And followed the trail."

Nadia didn’t know what to say.

She already knew Mika was beyond normal human comprehension—his mind worked on levels that would make supercomputers weep.

But tracking dozens of people across a sprawling city using nothing but their scent?

It was absurd. Impossible.

And yet, he had done it.

She realized, not for the first time, that she would never fully understand her son. He was a constant stream of surprises, each one more astonishing than the last.

And just when she thought she had grasped the limits of his abilities, he shattered them.

She should be used to it by now. But she wasn’t.

And even though she maintained her usual calm and composed exterior, there was still a quiet uneasiness in her heart.

The war had ended long ago, and she was no longer the completely cold, emotionless commander she once had been.

That was generally a good thing, it meant she was more human now. But in situations like this, it also meant she felt the burden more heavily than before.

Luckily, Mika was right by her side. She felt genuinely happy and grateful that he was here. She didn’t have to deal with all of this alone.

Just as that warm appreciation swelled inside her, one of her subordinates hurried over with a tense expression.

"We have a problem, Lady Nadia."

Nadia’s gaze shifted to the woman immediately.

"What is it?"

The subordinate swallowed.

"We interrogated the captives—thoroughly. They all claim the same thing: they don’t know where the sixth bomb is. Apparently, the final location was known only to the higher-ups."

"The people we captured are logistics and researchers. They weren’t trusted with that information."

She paused, her voice dropping.

"And it doesn’t seem like they’re lying. None of them know."

She finished with clear worry in her voice. Every time they thought they had finally seen a glimmer of hope, another obstacle was thrown in their path.

Even someone as experienced as her felt the major threat looming over the entire capital.

Mika pushed himself off the railing he had been leaning against and asked, "Is it really necessary to know the position of the sixth bomb?"

Both Nadia and the subordinate looked toward him.

Mika continued. "The bomber did say that one of the bombs was near one of the Battle Angels. The previous five bombs were completely away from them, so the sixth one should definitely be around one of you."

"Can we just send out people to scout the area where the rest of the Battle Angels are?"

The subordinate responded immediately.

"We already did that, Sir. Every location has already been secured. Lady Yelena was in her house, and she’s already checked around her property herself."

"She’s already informed us there’s nothing over there and is coming over right now."

Mika’s lips twitched slightly, he didn’t know how to feel about Yelena arriving.

The subordinate continued.

"Lady Fauna herself is in her hospital, and we already searched the entire area. But we found nothing there as well."

"As for the Maiden of War..." She hesitated. "She was already in a military site to begin with, and there was no way that anyone could possibly plant a bomb over there without anyone else knowing."

"But despite that, we already checked everything, and there was nothing there. And as for the final Battle Angel...we can’t contact her no matter what."

Nadia quickly interrupted.

"You don’t need to worry about her. No one knows where she is, and she’s always moving around all the time. If there’s a bomb nearby any of them, it’s between the other three."

She frowned, thinking.

"But it’s possible the bomber was lying. Using the threat against my family to throw us off." She turned to Mika. "We can’t rely on that information alone. We need to find the sixth bomb ourselves."

Mika considered for a moment. Then he walked back to the group of captured cult members. They flinched as he approached, pressing themselves against the wall.

"Where are the higher-ups?" He asked. "The ones who knew the full plan. Where did they go?"

One of the captives stammered.

"They...They left days ago. You won’t find them in this realm anymore. They’re gone—completely gone. It’s useless to search for them."

Mika’s expression didn’t change.

"Then tell me where they lived. Their homes, their meeting places, anywhere they spent time. Any location they might have used to plan or store materials."

The captives exchanged glances. Then, eager to avoid the fate of their crushed colleagues, they began talking.

Addresses spilled out—homes, safe houses, warehouses, even a few restaurants where the higher-ups had been known to gather.

Mika listened, committing every detail to memory.

Then he turned to Nadia.

"Let’s go. I think I know how to find the final bomb."

She didn’t ask how. She didn’t question his certainty. She simply grabbed him and launched into the sky.

Behind them, the city sprawled in uneasy twilight. Evacuation sirens wailed in the distance. Cars clogged the highways, fleeing the capital. People looked up at the sky, terrified, hoping for salvation.

And above them, Nadia and Mika raced against time.

The minutes were ticking down.

And somewhere out there, hidden in the chaos, the sixth bomb waited.