Chapter 124 The Demon
Goethe and Dante strolled over slowly, but Goethe's two employees, who were paid and whose year-end evaluation forms were still in Goethe's hands, were certainly not as leisurely as they were.
On the beluga whale's outer wall, a black blob is "stuck" to it. The black main body is a large oval shape, and there are also six tentacle-like structures. Three of them are fixing it to the beluga whale, while the remaining three are working hard to drill holes in the beluga whale's outer wall.
It's clear that the beluga whale should be in another dimension, but this black thing seems to have punched a hole in space itself, making easy contact with the beluga whale.
The main body is black, with a person half-covered in black holding a large, pure black umbrella that blocks out all sunlight. While annoyedly directing the shadowy figure to stop working, the figure complains to the person sitting behind him: "So Goethe doesn't know how much I hate sunlight, sending me to work in this scorching sun with no shade at all."
“Your photosensitivity is already well-known.” Sitting comfortably behind him was a person dressed in a strange outfit that seemed to be a mix of military uniform and hunter’s attire, holding a hunting rifle in his arms. “It’s just that the two of us are relatively free.”
The person holding the umbrella clearly knew this too, so all they could do while working was mutter, "I really need to apply for special working environment subsidies when I get back..."
"It's like you've been asking for decades and they've actually given it to you."
He paused in his umbrella-opening motion, then turned and glared at her: "...Have you thought this through? We're high in the air right now. If I let go, you'll fall and be smashed to pieces."
The seated person immediately raised their hands in surrender to indicate that they knew they were wrong.
The two bickering people didn't neglect their work. The shadowy figure diligently continued cutting the outer wall, and just as the two finished speaking, a crack was cut into the outer wall of the beluga whale.
The man with the umbrella led the people behind him into the White Whale, his movements as elegant as an invited guest rather than a robber breaking in.
The man behind him stepped off the shadow after entering the beluga whale, stretched his limbs while holding his hunting rifle, and casually retorted to the man in front, "Unnecessary elegance, Stock, so pretentious."
"Do you really want to die today, Abel?"
Abel's response was a hearty smile.
Stoke pressed the veins on his forehead: Calm down, calm down, killing teammates will deduct from your performance rating.
Having escaped death thanks to the strong friendship between colleagues (probably), Abel stopped arguing and began to look around at his surroundings.
The fact that they entered by tearing open the beluga whale's outer wall was clearly abnormal, which resulted in their current location being quite random. For example, what they were seeing now was a large area of pipes and mechanical structures of unknown purpose.
Looking at the pile of machinery in front of him, Abel, who knew little about mechanics, turned to Stock and asked, "Do you think this thing will crash if I just blow it up?"
Stock, whose knowledge of mechanics was limited to how to use a mobile phone, thought for a moment and offered a very constructive suggestion: "I don't know, but aren't we here to cause destruction?"
Abel thought Stock made a lot of sense and happily picked up his weapon to "clear the way".
It was just an ordinary hunting rifle, but the bullets it fired had a power that was completely inconsistent with the appearance of an antique weapon. At first, the power was limited to the range of bullets, but later the explosions were comparable to cannonballs.
The power increases in a cycle of seven bullets, gradually increasing before instantly reverting to ordinary bullets.
However, if you count them in order, you'll find that the bullet with the lowest power is actually the seventh one.
Amidst the cheerful and relentless bombardment, the happy Abel and the bored Stoker made smooth progress inside the white whale.
After blowing up countless pieces of equipment along the way, Abel and Stock finally reached the normal corridor after blowing up another wall in a straight line.
Feeling he no longer needed to use firepower to clear a path, Abel holstered his gun: "Alright, although the White Whale is an 'alternate-dimensional battleship,' its internal design should be similar to that of a regular battleship, right?"
“I’ve heard that’s true.” Stoke, who had been strolling leisurely, followed through the gap in the explosion into the corridor, looked around, and said, “I think it would be better to blast another path, but that would be too much.”
Abel casually remarked, "Bombing this far was already going too far."
Stock remained noncommittal and offered no rebuttal.
The two of them strolled along slowly, as if on a spring outing, and soon they heard noisy footsteps coming from the corridor ahead.
It sounds like a group of people are heading this way.
Abel asked curiously, "Are there guards here?"
“There are definitely guards.” Stock’s expression was also somewhat surprised. “But knowing their fighting strength, why send powerless guards over here?”
The two, showing no signs of tension, even stood still for a moment before seeing a group of fully armed mercenaries, each carrying a huge riot shield and a sonic gun, gathering at the intersection ahead.
Despite being outnumbered, Stock remained unfazed, even somewhat amused: "Are they really just ordinary people? Is Fitzgerald overly arrogant or just too foolish? Sending people like this?"
Abel showed no sign of tension and continued to listen carefully: "There are no other voices, just one group of people... Could it be a test?"
In fact, these people were the only group that came after seeing the intrusion on the surveillance footage and following standard orders. Fitzgerald had already ordered that no more people come.
One reason these people weren't withdrawn was that it was already a bit too late, and another was that they wanted to test the enemy's combat strength.
Looking at these lowly soldiers in front of him, Stock almost instantly lost his motivation.
"You'll have to figure these things out yourself, Abel."
As he spoke, the shadows around Stock flowed and connected with Abel's shadow, then sank into Weber's shadow along with Stock: "I'm going to sleep a little longer, you keep going."
“This is no problem.” Abel looked at the ordinary fodder in front of him who had no special abilities, and raised his weapon with a smile.
"I'm warning you in advance, you can still run now, but it will be completely impossible to escape later."
The combatants, who were receiving their salaries, looked at each other in bewilderment, and in the end, they all gritted their teeth and stayed.
On the bright side, at least if I die here, I'll get a compensation payment. If I run away, I'll just be hunted down!
Abel had no idea what these people were thinking; he simply gave a strange smile after confirming that no one was leaving.
"Just be mentally prepared."
Abel was ready, and a [magic bullet] was fired.
"Don't wait until later to say it; no one warned you!"
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