Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

“That’s true, and we also know that Isaac knows the intelligence.” Edward said, sounding quite pleased.

"When we get back to Dongfang City, we'll beat that guy up until he spills the information!"

"Um, brother, do we really... have a chance against Mr. Isaac?"

Upon hearing this, Edward would recall the scene of Isaac's battle with Scar, and how he was no match for that terrifying fighting power.

"Ugh……"

Before long, the train arrived at the station.

Just as the group was about to board the train, Marco suddenly ran over.

"Mr. Marco?"

Marco didn't say anything, but handed Edward a note.

"This is?"

“I’ve hidden the research materials there. If you really want them, go look for them there,” Marco said, adding, “Don’t let Isaac know about the investigation; after all, he did me a favor.”

After saying that, he ran back without looking back.

"I hope you can find the truth behind the truth, and I wish you a speedy recovery."

The two Edward brothers bowed to the spot where Marco had disappeared, then flipped open the note and glanced at it. It read 'National Central Library, Branch 1'.

Marco returned home feeling both physically and mentally exhausted, yet also relieved.

I wonder if those brothers will be able to find out the truth.

Just as he was about to rest, a beautiful figure appeared in his room. Marco instantly felt a cold sweat break out.

"I've been looking for you for so long, Marco."

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Central City.

Isaac brought Violet to the intelligence department where Hughes worked.

"By the way, is it alright for you to come here at this time? Scar should still be in Oriental City right now," Hughes asked.

Isaac accompanied Hughes to Central City and entrusted Roy and his team with the task of investigating Scar.

"Roy is in Dongfang City, and it won't rain for the next few days, so there shouldn't be any problems before I get back."

"What if something goes wrong?"

“If something goes wrong…” Isaac’s eyes turned fierce as he said this.

"Roy's paycheck this quarter is going to be interesting."

Hughes: "..."

Roy's luck is getting worse and worse.

"By the way, Hughes, have you found out anything about Scar's identity?"

“Not yet,” Hughes said.

“Violet told me before that the guy’s eyes are red, so that basically proves my guess,” Isaac said. “Ska is an Ishvalan.”

Violet added, "Now that you mention it, he did say 'I am an Ishvalan' before he lost consciousness."

Violet's words made Hughes think as well.

Many people are reluctant to recall that war, especially them, as those who wanted to protect their country turned against their own citizens.

"So I came here this time hoping to use your intelligence network to see if we can find information about Ishval criminals who have appeared in the city in recent years."

“You really shouldn’t have come here about this,” Hughes said helplessly.

"Then where should I go?"

"Of course it's the National Library's First Branch. They have information on cases from recent years, and I think we should be able to find some clues there."

The National Library's First Branch does indeed have a lot of case files, which are generally not accessible to the public, but Isaac's access permissions made it perfectly fine.

"Let's go take a look anyway."

It was nearly evening when the two arrived at the first branch. Just as Isaac was about to step inside, he suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Violet asked, noticing Isaac had stopped.

Isaac laughed, "Looks like I've got work to do again."

Chapter 134: It's so painful, another one escaped.

Inside the National Library's First Branch.

After interrogating Marco and learning that the information was located there, Raste rushed to Central City.

“We don’t even know where the documents are, let’s just burn them all,” Lust laughed, about to turn the candlestick upside down.

Just then, she heard footsteps approaching.

"Who could be arriving at this time?"

Lass put the candlestick aside and looked downstairs.

She saw a man in military uniform walking towards her, holding a military knife in his hand.

“This sexy lady, we meet again.” Isaac walked towards her with a smile.

However, this smile gave Raste a terrifying feeling.

“Oh my, isn’t this the soldier I met in Rior last time? What a coincidence.” Rust smiled and took a small step back.

She clearly remembered Kim Bradley's description of this person, and if it was true, she was definitely no match for him.

“I’m so glad you remember me, miss. Could you come back with me? I have some questions for you.” Isaac continued to approach her.

As Isaac slowly approached, Rust retreated until she was backed into a corner.

"Are you trying to invite me, sir? But could you let me leave?"

"Of course not, I have a lot of questions for you to answer."

"Is that so?" Lust sighed, knowing that the other party would definitely not give up.

She slowly extended her hand, and her gloved fingers suddenly stretched out.

No one likes a man who's too clingy!

As soon as Rastra finished speaking, she stretched out her hand, her fingers extended, and three black spikes shot towards Isaac.

Isaac lightly touched the ground, deftly dodging the spikes, and quickly approached Rastra.

"Whether I have anyone who likes me or not is none of your concern!" With that, the mechanical armor hummed, and a rainbow-colored streak of light mercilessly slashed towards Rast.

"what!!"

Before Lust could react, her body was vertically sliced ​​in two.

The instant he cut it open, Isaac saw a stone emitting an eerie red light.

The Philosopher's Stone?

Isaac used this stone frequently, so it was easily recognizable.

"So you knew."

After a burst of red lightning, Lust's body was restored, and Lust, who had been cut in two, stood alive and well in front of Isaac once again.

"As expected, you androids can repair your bodies."

“Yes, we androids are unkillable,” Lust laughed. “So don’t waste your time, just leave.”

Knowing she couldn't beat the man in front of her, Luster tried to get him to leave on his own.

"Unkillable? Are you kidding me?" Isaac's smile grew increasingly sinister. "Since the Philosopher's Stone is inside your body, it means that it must be what's supporting your bodily functions."

"What?" Raste sensed something was wrong.

"The Philosopher's Stone has its limits; every time you die, it consumes the stone's energy to restore you."

"What do you want to say?" Rust sensed something was wrong, and the expression on her face was no longer one of feigned composure.

She seemed to sense that danger was approaching.

"You are not immortal at all! Once you've exhausted the Philosopher's Stone's energy, you can say goodbye to the world!"

With a ferocious grin, Isaac charged at Rast and swung his knife in an instant.

Several blade shadows flew directly towards Rast.

In an instant, Raste's hands and head flew off and turned to ash in the sky.

Before she could recover, Isaac plunged the knife through her chest, pinning her to the ground.

“If I kill you once and you don’t die, I’ll kill you twice! If twice isn’t enough, I’ll kill you three times, and if that’s still not enough, I’ll kill you ten times! A hundred times!” Isaac’s expression grew increasingly ferocious.

For the first time, Lest felt death drawing ever closer.

This person will definitely kill me.

She now finally understood why the president forbade them from contacting the man in front of them; if he caught her, even as a cyborg, she wouldn't have a chance of survival.

It's estimated that only Pride is his match.

A thought flashed through her mind, and suddenly she reached her hand towards the ceiling.

boom!

She had made a large hole in the library ceiling. While Isaac was still in a daze, she pulled the knife from her chest and used her outstretched fingers to pull herself onto the roof.

"Sorry, buddy, I probably can't go with you today." Without lingering, Rust quickly left.

Isaac didn't chase after him, he just smiled faintly.

Blue electricity crackled from his hands.

Lass, who had run out, looked at the location of the first branch with lingering fear.

"It's a monster. There's no way to deal with it today. We can only wait until tomorrow..." As she said this, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her body, and blood began to seep from her seven orifices.

"How come..."