Chapter 864

Suddenly, Christina remembered something.

Immediately after, a conversation surged from her memory.

"Miss really knows her stuff. This protective suit is goods left by the Foundation back then. Wear this, and those guys definitely won't dare to come and provoke you."

"Foundation…? Haven't they disappeared for over twenty years? How could you…"

"Hey, you don't need to worry about this. Otherwise, why don't you try wearing it first? It's absolutely easy to use."

"The electric batons and Molotov cocktails in the hands of those guys won't hurt a single hair of yours against this."

"Listen to me, wear this clothes, and if you meet those thugs again, just say you are from the Foundation. As long as they have a little experience, they definitely won't dare to touch you at all."

Christina gasped.

She seemed to have met someone who really knew her stuff.

What is her relationship with the Foundation? It shouldn't be an enemy—if they were enemies, why didn't she kill her while she was unconscious…

It wouldn't be that she saw her figure was good and planned to use it, right?

Amidst the thoughts, Christina made up her mind, raised her head, and met the eyes of the mysterious girl who was half-squatting in front of her.

"Because I am a… worker… of the Foundation. I…"

It's just that when she spoke, her confidence became less and less, like a deflated balloon, becoming more and more flat.

She could only hope that the other party had some experience and would surrender with courtesy upon hearing the Foundation.

But the script obviously wouldn't be arranged like this.

"Foundation?"

Iris repeated Christina's words, her eyes at the age of a girl being extremely aggressive, looking at the latter until she turned her face away, looking like a girl in her prime about to be taken advantage of.

"Which Foundation?" Iris asked back with a strange expression and a bad smile.

"…"

Christina felt even more uneasy inside.

"These few sentences can fool the wandering thugs outside, but it's better not to fool the real Foundation members."

Iris stood up and stomped her somewhat numb feet.

Since the demise of the Foundation, everyone has dared to call themselves a Foundation member. It's really a lot of people.

"……What?!"

Christina was shocked.

She is a Foundation member?

But didn't the Foundation disappear long ago?

Could it be that she is really related to the Foundation?

Ignoring Christina, whose brain was overloaded and crashed, Iris walked to the side and picked up a notebook from the dilapidated cabinet.

"I peeked at your diary, I hope you don't mind."

"I originally thought you were really a member of the Foundation, and I was thinking about whether I could get any information from you—"

Christina: "……No, it doesn't matter."

Just look at it, anyway, she won't lose a piece of meat—what's more, who writes a diary as a normal person?

"It's written beautifully," Iris carefully flipped through the somewhat wrinkled book and saw a few sentences she was interested in.

【Days passed day by day, the black and white sky I was tired of looking at, the towering chimneys, the rain that never stopped—poets call it the tears of the end of the era.】

"'The black and white sky I was tired of looking at, the towering chimneys, the rain that never stopped'… It is indeed what it used to be."

"Thank you," Christina finally felt relieved, and she turned to look at this stranger who saved her.

"By the way, I don't know your name yet. I am Christina Springfield, from New New York."

"Ha, New New York, huh," Iris said with a smile, "I really envy you."

"……What's wrong?"

"Ah… my hometown has long ceased to exist. Even if I want to introduce myself, I can't mention its name."

"Then, what is your name?"

"Iris Thompson. Call me whatever you like."