Chapter 210

Dr. Kondraki immediately gasped, gritting his teeth.

0.......

"I just need some help. And I think I know where to find it."

In Dr. Kondraki's gaze that wanted to swallow him alive, Dr. Clef slowly stood up, leaving the other person with a handsome back.

When Dr. Clef walked into a corner, he stopped, raised his hand, and tightly clamped his injured arm.

"Oh—hiss—"

His veins bulged, and his face turned pale.

Yet he endured the sharp pain, not shouting or screaming, just constantly sucking in cold air, contributing to global warming.

This appearance made the audience unable to help but laugh.

"I didn't expect Dr. Clef to care so much about his face; even if he couldn't help the pain, he couldn't show weakness to Dr. Kondraki."

"It's a good thing he won, otherwise he wouldn't even have a chance to pretend."

Just as the audience was discussing, Dr. Clef took a deep breath, swung his arm violently, and performed a few attack moves.

After confirming that his arm was only burned, he was obviously relieved.

Reloading the shotgun, Dr. Clef set off again.

He muttered to himself:

"I never understood why Kondraki was so obsessed with those damn butterflies."

"Seriously. I just smashed like 50 of them there. He must be furious when he wakes up."

"I think Konny is working for 239 now. There's only one explanation: she turned him into a Justin Bieber fanboy."

"I should have killed that poor son of a bitch just now. That would have been a mercy for him."

Dr. Clef and Dr. Kondraki did not have a blood feud, but this did not contradict his desire to kill the other person.

Even the "Goddess" who gave birth to his daughter died at his hands, let alone a doctor who wanted to protect a world-destroying child?

Moreover, he had considerable prejudice against Justin Bieber.

Dr. Clef's emotions became agitated, as if he had been injected with a few liters of chicken blood.

"I just hit a damn wall!"

"Who else would fucking let a camera flash like that? I think he said it was made of disgusting caterpillars."

"What if he really needs to take a photo at night? Like a Site-17 barbecue picnic or something."

"He would set everything on fire!"

"Fucking butterfly-worshipping idiot!"

"What do you call furries who like insects? Bug-lovers or something?"

"That's right, Konny is like that. A bug-lover."

"Anyway, I turned on the implants in my eyeballs, I really did. I think I should meet a few friends."

The voice fell.

A noisy sound came from afar.

Among them, there was the crisp sound of soles hitting the ground, and the sound of metal clashing against each other.

Just like a group of ancient soldiers wearing heavy armor, traveling through time to arrive in this era.

Such sounds were somewhat strange to the audience accustomed to modern life.

But for the audience familiar with cold weapons and armor, it was incredibly familiar.

For example, Bronya living on Jarilo-VI, and Fu Bai Xuan, Jing Jing Yuan, Seeing Seeing Yanqing, and others living on the Luofu Luofu Xianzhou.

"Could it be that in the 'Witch Child's' heart, intruders like Dr. Clef can only be defeated by knights?"

"I can't say, the 'Witch Child's' micro-management level is a bit poor, reminding me of a commander in a space battle who repeatedly ordered carrier-based aircraft pilots to change torpedoes and bombs."

"It's alright, at least she didn't order the combat troops: bomb angle 5 degrees to the left."

In the Goethe Hotel, Dan Heng's expression became a bit strange.

Fighting in complex terrain like corridors, the long-range advantage that firearms can bring to the wielder will undoubtedly be offset a lot.

If soldiers wear heavy armor and fight Dr. Clef, it can be considered a good choice.

But why not wear thicker bulletproof vests?

Is the Foundation's security force really that poor?

Compared to those space warriors who are like demigods, one person being a battle line, the security forces at this time...

Too many points to complain about.

6: 0.

As the timestamp appeared, subtitles appeared at the bottom of the screen.

【Security Force Bravo reappears. Dressed like a bunch of fucking knights. No, really, they have full plate armor, everything... who the fuck wrote this?】

It can be seen that the Foundation's post-incident reviewers were also a bit unable to hold it together.

In the screen, a group of soldiers wearing plate armor appeared from the corner of the corridor, walking with uniform steps.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

In addition, they all carried heaters and held swords.

Himeko looked at this group of heavy infantry who appeared across time and space from ancient times, raised her eyebrows:

"What are they thinking, is it a kind of ritual magic? Or do they all know how to use 'psionics' and can slash through the air?"

When invoking higher-order power, one often has to adopt special formations and use lost characters and symbols.

This is not a secret.

But the subsequent screen.

Confirmed that at that point in time, they had not yet mastered this extraordinary power.

6: 5, B-9 corridor.

Bravo guard team encountered Dr. Clef.

This time, Dr. Clef did not hold back, nor did he leave the other party's life.

Sighing, Dr. Clef stabbed the blade into someone's neck.

He didn't care about the other person's name, nor did he care about the other person's pain or itching at this time.

Die from a shotgun shot, or die from a throat-slitting knife.

Between these two, Dr. Clef had already made the optimal choice for him.

Although, if he were allowed to choose for himself.

The answer would definitely be "live".

And before the victim's corpse hit the ground, the blade in Dr. Clef's hand had already reached out again, sliding into the gaps of another person's armor, sliding along the edge, just like opening a lobster.

Thus, a large amount of blood sprayed out.

Then, he dodged the attacks of the heater and the sharp blade sideways.

The heavy infantry roared, angrily leaving slashes on the wall.

But Dr. Clef's voice was louder than theirs, he could roar better than the other party.

Boom!

The pellets scattered in the air, giving every old soldier an equal heavy punch.

Then he cut, the blade reached in again, waving along with his arm, grazing lightly, and then slit another throat.

For Dr. Clef, an agent who had worked in the GOC, no matter how tightly wrapped, there were still many vital points exposed.

Dr. Clef didn't know what expression he had now.

He might be laughing, he might have a ferocious face, or he might have a blank expression, just like Dr. Gears.

His own special features made it impossible for others to see his face clearly, only able to grasp a general idea.

To this, Dr. Clef had always been indifferent.

If discovered, he was somewhat immersed in taking the lives of Foundation security personnel, and even the smile he revealed was like a raccoon cat.

He would probably be put on a list.

In a special mission, "accidentally" and "unfortunately" died.

Two minutes later, Dr. Clef walked up to a wounded person who was not yet dead, and pulled the trigger at his head.

The ripe watermelon shattered.

Thus, no one groaned anymore.