Chapter 354

Of course, Dr. Clef wouldn't care about such things.

He was here to kill her.

The security agents surrounding the helicopter, however, were here to deal with him.

They were her lackeys.

"The good news is, they aren't sycophants."

"Because sycophants don't have a good end."

Outside the helicopter, six pitch-black gun barrels were aimed at him, and he responded with a smile and a wave.

"Good morning, everyone. Has anyone seen New York at four in the morning?"

His response was the crisp sound of weapons being cocked.

"Oh, alright, alright, gentlemen, relax."

The security agents held their guns, eyes vigilant, staring fixedly at Dr. Clef in the cockpit.

"Listen, person inside, you are surrounded. Leave the helicopter immediately, hands on your head, and lie on the ground!"

"Hey, I'm Dr. Clef. Don't you recognize me anymore? I even docked your pay before."

"Leave the helicopter immediately, hands on your head, and lie on the ground!"

Dr. Clef shrugged, hands in his pockets, intending to walk out slowly.

"Take your hands out, don't try anything, or we will open fire!"

"Fine, fine, fine, you tough guys, you win."

"Lie on the ground, hands on your head! Don't make me repeat myself!"

"Almost there, almost there."

Dr. Clef followed the security agents' instructions and jumped out of the helicopter obediently.

The moment his front foot touched the tarmac, Clef was pinned to the ground.

"Hey, don't kick the back of my knees!"

"Clef will not kneel before anyone!"

His protest was useless; the six security agents were faithfully carrying out their mission and fulfilling their duties.

"I can't breathe..."

To Dr. Clef's sorrow, the security agents couldn't understand human speech, but they understood bird calls quite well.

They probably frequented the bird and flower market often.

"Coo-coo—caw-caw—"

In the deep blue night, a large flock of seagulls soared past, skimming over the agents' heads and carrying away their thoughts.

For some reason, their gazes became clear in an instant.

There was a kind of innocence that didn't know how to hide things.

When experts clash, a hair's breadth of difference leads to a thousand miles of error.

It was the same here.

In a flash of lightning, Dr. Clef broke free from his restraints, pulled a pistol from his chest, and pulled the trigger repeatedly.

Bang, bang, bang—

Even though Dr. Clef wasn't exactly a marksman who never missed, at such close range, missing would have been a rare talent.

He left beautiful darts in the agents' chests, two for each person.

The liquid medicine immediately deprived the agents of their consciousness, dragging them into a dream.

Dr. Clef confirmed that the agents were definitely out of commission and relaxed slightly.

He froze for a moment, remembered something, and said with sudden grief:

"Wait... that wasn't my tranquilizer gun."

"Oh, I'm done for."

The crowd looked at each other in confusion.

"I, who should have played along with your performance, acted as if I didn't see..."

"Does this count as... throwing the match?"

"Dr. Clef: Damn, these are all agents, I don't dare to use lethal force."

Dr. Clef... next time you plan to deceive someone, don't leave such an obvious bug. At the very least, the agents should be bleeding profusely and foaming at the mouth for it to count as an incident.

March 7th, who was howling with fake emotion at Dr. Clef, couldn't help but twitch her mouth.

Compared to wanting to execute the "Witch Child," Clef's actions at this moment were incredibly considerate.

Dr. Clef, you are so gentle.

When the act ended, Dr. Clef stood up.

He patted the dust off his lab coat.

Next, there would be one checkpoint after another.

The heroic and fearless wise man, Dr. Clef.

The Demon King Dungeon Raid, officially serialized!

4:52 AM.

"Da-da-da—"

Military boots stepped through the corridor, the pace uniform and full of oppression.

More security personnel were urgently transferred to 【Tarmac No. 7】.

At the corner, a long, narrow shadow gradually approached.

The moment the target stepped out of the corner.

Gunfire erupted.

But there was no one there.

"Hey, I say, gentlemen, your basic training isn't very good."

"Perhaps replacing the guns in your hands with fire pokers or a few boomerangs would be more useful than this piece of junk."

Subsequently, there were some painful, dull sounds, unbearable groans, and the slow sound of falling to the ground.

5:02, the defense was dismantled.

"Hum—"

The alarm sounded.

5:10, Dr. Clef entered Site-17.

From the time Dr. Clef arrived at Site-17 to the time he broke in, it took 25 minutes.

Xianzhou 【Luo Fu】.

Jing Yuan nodded in approval and looked at Yanqing:

"This Dr. Clef has an instinct for combat that is almost beast-like, able to precisely grasp the opponent's openings and keep the rhythm of offense and defense in his own hands."

"In this way, unless he runs out of stamina or a more powerful figure appears."

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"Otherwise, the entire Site-17 station cannot defeat him by relying on numbers."

Yanqing sighed:

"General, this Dr. Clef, didn't he seem to be a GOC agent before..."

Jing Yuan smiled without replying, revealing a meaningful smile.

……

Site-17 security personnel were still being mobilized.

No one knew.

Whether these security personnel were fighting the intruder Dr. Clef out of their own will.

Or if they were influenced by the "Witch Child" to become elite monsters on the path through the dungeon.

Or perhaps, they were just clocking in for work.

05:11.

Level 1 security personnel arrived at Site-17 and clashed head-on with Dr. Clef.

05:13.

Level 1 security personnel were subdued. ===== CHAPTER 356 =====