We villains all have invincibility written on our faces

Thus, a strange scene appeared in the training room of the House of Evolution. Ashura Rhinoceros Beetle, who looked to have a ferocious physique, was holding a shot put that was not even as big as his palm and practicing throwing it carefully. Between the two sets of movements, Krieg had to look in the mirror and calibrate his movements, at least to avoid such an obvious sense of holding back.

"So, what exactly is your plan?" Dr. Kinos stood before Krieg. "Forget about the idol thing. We better be clear. Since we're partners, we need to understand each other's intentions."

"If I tell you that I really want to debut as an idol, would you believe me?"

"Do you think I could possibly believe you?" Dr. Kinos was furious, a rare sight for him. He could accept being kept in the dark, but he couldn't accept being outdone. "Tell me your purpose, and then we can continue our cooperation. I'm serious about this."

"I plan to join the Hero Association, kill all the disobedient executives, seize the rich man's property, and then make the heroes behave properly. They will no longer be individual or group violent individuals above the law, but super idols who forcibly stop the destruction of monsters and return the power that belongs to the masses to the masses."

Krieg smacked his lips. The Asura Rhinoceros Beetle had an unexpectedly large appetite, but this was a good thing for Krieg. The bigger the appetite, the more delicious food he could eat at one time. As for Dr. Kinos, he was just a fly that disturbed his meal.

"People love the feeling of being a hero, they love fairy tales about saving the world, especially fairy tales about teams working together to do so. Public opinion has always favored heroes. I simply teach them how to resolve these messes with legal weapons. If simply exploiting the blind obedience of people in the consumerist age can give them a superior position, then I'm happy to challenge this fortress built of lies and force to see if it's truly strong enough."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Heroes earn their status through their own strength. What do you think you can do?"

"It's you who's going to purge the old humans. If you're so bold, why do you think what I want is impossible? The Hero Association has only been around for three years, so why does everyone take its current organizational form for granted? Even a nerdy scientist like you thinks so. People outside don't have brains, so don't you have brains too?"

"I doubt your mental state," Dr. Kinos took a step back quietly. During the days when Krieg was away, he had transformed himself. Although his physical fitness was still that of a normal human, his immortality had been greatly enhanced. He could not reach the level of the zombie man for the time being. However, no one in the world knew the attack power of the Asura Rhinoceros Beetle better than Dr. Kinos. As long as he was prepared, with his current immortality, Dr. Kinos was confident that he could survive.

The surrounding rooms have been transformed. As soon as Krieg relaxes his guard, the virus and toxin will spread. Dr. Kinos knows that the speed of the Asura Rhinoceros Beetle cannot be restrained, but the virus specially researched for him is different. As long as he inhales it, the final winner will be me, Kinos!

This partner can no longer provide me with benefits. Dr. Kinos' face was full of regret. This was his most perfect creation at any time, but he didn't expect it to end in this way today.

"Dr. Kinos, are you good at studying viruses?"

"I don't understand what you are saying," Dr. Kinos continued to back away.

"I've always been curious about your true self," Krieg stared at him with interest. "You're conducting cloning experiments for research purposes. We all know that. Those clones mean nothing to you, otherwise you wouldn't have let them come to me and die. Although you claim to have cloned them to back up your wisdom, as a scientist who firmly believes in materialism, you probably don't believe in the afterlife."

He's threatening me?!

Dr. Kinos panicked. "I can't wait any longer. I'm going to strike first," he said, crossing his fingers and waving them rapidly in front of the telekinetic sensor. "The virus and toxin are specifically tailored to target the Asura Rhinoceros Beetle. It only takes two seconds. Even if I'm beaten to a pulp, I can still crawl out of the corpse of my past. This is my new life. No one can threaten me!"

Asura Rhinoceros Beetle just stood there and looked at him quietly, without even a trace of bloody aura emanating from him. However, the body above his head was terrifying in itself. "What? Are you going to kill me?"

"That's right," Krieg said only two words, and Dr. Kinos's expression changed instantly. The ferocity on his face was no longer concealed. "You are my creation. I took care of you from embryo to adulthood. How dare you disobey your creator?!"

"Why not? It's romantic to challenge those top-ranked S-class heroes as a dragon-level monster. It's also romantic to challenge the Creator as a creation. I just like challenges. I will definitely complain, but this does not conflict with the fun of challenges." Krieg grinned, his white teeth reflecting the light, and Dr. Genos' glasses were also shrouded in this paleness.

"You" Dr. Kinos wanted to say something, but suddenly a few things fell in front of him. He subconsciously stretched out his hand and caught those black shadows.

It was a large clump of hair. Dr. Kinos' eyes widened and he understood something. His right hand had already stroked his scalp, and a large clump of hair was touched off by him like weeds.

Krieg watched Dr. Kinos's performance coldly. When Dr. Kinos was about to scold him, several of the doctor's teeth had fallen out, and his gums, which should have been rosy, began to shrink and turn black.

"Dear Dr. Kinos, I thought we were good partners. I wouldn't stay here long anyway. You only needed to wait for a while, and you would receive all the fruits of my victory. Even if I failed, no one would find you. But now, look at what your suspicion and arrogance have done. This is truly terrifying."

Krieg stared at Dr. Kinos.

"You really broke my heart."

ps: This is py again, you can’t imagine it

Dragon Gate Infernal Affairs

This is the new book by Mr. Meng Jingchan, there is no need to say anything else.

ps2: I finally updated ahead of schedule, which is a big step for me personally.

Chapter 155 New Members

Krieg held Dr. Kinos's shoulders and put their heads together intimately. The moment the metallic shell and wrinkled purple-black skin touched, even though Krieg's movements were quite gentle, blood still flowed out of Dr. Kinos's cracked skin.

It was a yellow, semi-solidified strange liquid, and you could vaguely see the red color from the past.

However, very little blood flowed from those wounds, and the speed of blood flow could only be described as slow. It was more like melted butter than blood.

The falcon fell from mid-air and landed lightly on Krieg's head, shaking off the hair on its body. In its mouth was a tablet computer that was larger than its body. The falcon could only stretch its neck as much as possible so that its claws could hook onto Krieg's huge horn instead of being pushed out by the tablet computer.

"How do you know?" Dr. Kinos's cloudy eyes were full of confusion. His cracked body was like broken porcelain. Both people present understood that he could no longer survive.

But Dr. Kinos still has a question. It was clearly the Ashura Rhinoceros Beetle that left the base. The virus should have acted on the Ashura Rhinoceros Beetle's genes, causing mutations, depriving it of nutrients and leading to death. But why was it me who was poisoned?

Hayabusa tilted his head, rested the tablet against Krieger's corner, and pecked a line of words on the screen, "I've been watching you"

There was no punctuation, only claw marks where a period should have been.

"First of all, I have to admit two things. The first thing is about this bird. Its vision is the same as mine. Well, it's not quite accurate to say that. I should say that our vision is connected. I wonder if you can understand? Of course, the second thing is that the plans I mentioned are all true. I really don't like the Hero Association. There needs to be a change there," Krieg smiled, completely ignoring the strange liquid on his head.

Dr. Kinos stared at the bird that had become shiny again, and suddenly realized that this bird had too low a presence when it had feathers, and it was impossible to tell that it was a living creature when it was not under the light, especially when it flew and ran, it rarely made any sound. Thinking about it carefully, this bird did appear around him often, and at that time Dr. Kinos just thought it was just an ordinary creature. It was not until now, after careful observation under the light, that Dr. Kinos realized that this bird was so beautiful.

Krieg also had an idea. He thought that Saitama's head was only that big, and no matter whether the shampoo was useful or not, he only needed to use it once. So he intercepted a lot of it. When he applied it to Hayabusa, the bird actually grew hair. The effect was so good that Krieg was amazed. At the same time, it also told him that there were many problems with this hair. Just as the hair he grew was very similar to bone, the hair grown by Hayabusa was almost equivalent to black metal.

I'm curious, what exactly will grow out of Saitama?

Krieg still had the last bit of shampoo left, which he planned to give to Boros. He was very curious about the alien bodies, and it would be even better if he could mass-produce them.

"I've always been curious about why these clones are so obedient. You told them to die, and they actually did. Although I don't have memories from further back, I still remember how scared these clones were the day Saitama and the others arrived. At that moment, an idea suddenly occurred to me: if they were so obedient, and they possessed your level of knowledge, then why would I need a specific collaborator like you? Obviously, everyone in this base is my collaborator."

"They can't betray me, they are me!" Dr. Kinos seemed to have a last burst of energy, he was almost roaring, he could accept the calculations of Ashura Rhinoceros Beetle, but he could not forgive the betrayal of the clone, which was a blasphemy to his pride.

The furious roar only lasted for a short time. Krieg felt that it was less than half a minute. The cracks on Dr. Kinos's body became more serious. The proliferating tumors and deteriorated skin filled his body, which could no longer stand up straight. The weapons in the wall popped out, but they were only stuck at the moment of popping out. There was no ammunition loaded in them, only some mighty empty shells.

"It's normal for you to be wary of me. I'm wary of you too. I thought you would act with more dignity, but look at you, it's really shameful." Krieg poked Dr. Kinos's body, making the doctor, who was already on the verge of collapse, even more shaky. His body felt like mud that had been exposed to the sun just now. The surface had turned solid, but the inside was still wet mud.

"You might not know this, but if we simply compare the intensity of resentment, then the resentment these clones feel towards you is probably a hundred times stronger than towards me. I did kill them in the past, but you didn't send them down, and I wouldn't go up to look for them. The dead are just dead, they won't come looking for Asura Rhinoceros Beetle to take their lives, but the living still want to live. I think this is very normal. Don't tell me you've never thought about it."

Krieg shook his head.

"It's all cause and effect, Dr. Kinos. Their technology is the same as yours. If you can develop a virus against me, then they can develop a virus against you. Regardless, it's very difficult to create a virus that works on me, at least much more difficult than a virus that works on you. By the time you create a virus against me, they'll have already developed a third-generation virus against you and even created several vaccines to prevent the virus from mutating."

"They will betray me, so won't they betray you?" Kinos laughed bitterly. He knew what virus he was studying. It was a vicious virus that could cause genetic collapse. Now he had experienced the effect with his own body and felt the great pain brought by hemolysis.

"Of course," Krieg answered without hesitation, "In fact, there are quite a few. To be honest, the combined effect of hundreds of clones is much faster than your research progress. They acted on me earlier than they acted on you.

I really appreciate their way of thinking. I'm indeed more difficult to deal with than you. If I'm poisoned first, you'll be left alone. Your physical fitness is worse than that of an average person who exercises regularly. With so many clones betraying you, it seems like a sure thing. If it weren't for the Totem Light filtering the virus, I might have been infected by now. What a pity."

It's a pity that Krieg didn't say the second half of the sentence. Foresight and the technology from the other world are one of the game strategies and the other is a plug-in in the game. In addition, his mental state is destined to not fully trust anyone. Krieg himself feels that he is cheating.

Dr. Kinos obviously wanted to say something, but the virus had destroyed his internal circulation. His originally ugly, shattered body was becoming more and more bizarre. Krieg, who couldn't bear to see this scene, waved his hand, and the Thunder of Ba electrocuted the pile of Dr. Kinos's remains.

What a pity. In this world, there is no fool among the supporting characters related to the plot, but in the end, they end up like this.

"Boss?"

A familiar voice came from the loudspeaker. Krieg turned his eyes sideways and stared at the camera silently. The next second, a Krieg of Dr. Kinos ran over. The clothes he originally wore like a prisoner were gone. The clone was now wearing a suit and tie, and he looked no different from the street pyramid schemers.

Krieg looked at him. Mr. Kinos was the last survivor among all the clones. Even Krieg did not expect that such a crazy guy would appear among more than 700 clones. However, he admired this quality very much. He could achieve great things.

"Success?"

Krieg's question drew Mr. Kinos's gaze back from the pile of charcoal. Facing Krieg's calm gaze, Mr. Kinos gave a creepy smile. "Of course I succeeded. I just joined the Hero Association. Those idiots didn't even consider how I came to be. A completely wiped-out branch could confuse them. How could such a complicated and inefficient system possibly catch me?"

"Well done," Krieger praised him sincerely, and sure enough, this guy did not disappoint him.

Mr. Kinos, one of Dr. Kinos's clones and one of the clones who communicated with Hayabusa, was involved in the plan to kill Krieg and also in the plan to kill the original. He was also a model of long-term betting and Krieg's only collaborator. After discovering that the virus was ineffective against Krieg, he turned around and killed all his companions without batting an eyelid. He then approached Krieg and confessed his entire plan, and expressed his willingness to cooperate with him in anything.

Surprisingly, this guy wasn't asking for mercy; he just found it fun to kill all his companions.

A psychopath who could betray at any time, a madman with self-destructive tendencies, and an extremely suitable partner. Krieg was very satisfied with his performance. Some people love money, some people value friendship, and some people just like to watch the world burn. Is there a better collaborator than this sick guy?

I just don't know when he will be able to backstab me. Krieg is looking forward to it. This sick Mr. Kinos is already showing signs of becoming a monster. I hope this won't take too long.

Maybe his mental state had deteriorated again, but Krieg was beginning to like the feeling.

"So what should we do next? Blow up that disgusting building? Or get rid of that rich man? I can do both, as long as you give me instructions, just give me a little inspiration!" Mr. Kinos' eyes were full of crazy amusement. It was fun to deceive the idiots in the entire department, but it was still a little lacking. He knew that Krieg could always find new fun for him. For this reason, he was happy to use Krieg without any concealment, and would even obey Krieg's request to restrain him from attacking ordinary people.

"Do you remember what the first one is?" Krieg fiddled with the weapons in the wall. Although Dr. Kinos had tried his best, these things were really a generation behind Metal Knight's machines and seemed to be of no use.

"Of course I remember. It's me, not us," Mr. Kinos said without any impatience. "Why are you so interested in technological weapons?"

"Yeah," Krieg replied absentmindedly, "To deal with a long-range, automated tracking Stand, you have to hunt down the original and give it a beating."

"You're talking about something I don't understand again, but I assume you're referring to Metal Knight. I've already started collecting information on him. There are some problems, but they're minor and quite challenging. Tracking down a cyber ghost in a place full of electronic devices is fantastic."

Seeing that Mr. Kinos was about to fall into a state of self-indulgence, Krieger had to stop his wild thoughts. "Don't worry about those things for now. It's not important. I want you to do your job well and become a high-ranking member of the Hero Association in a short time. You must be qualified to appear in the highest-level meetings."

"Also, you are not allowed to artificially create incidents, and you are not allowed to use the families of senior officials to threaten them!"

"What about threatening them personally? Non-violent threats, of course," Mr. Kinos asked, raising his hand with the same standard movements as a primary school student. "Sure," Krieger said, not bothering to pay attention to his show and answered even faster. His mental state was already rotten, and he didn't need another source of mental pollution.

"Ok~k~, boss, just wait for my good news." Mr. Kinos didn't care what Krieg's purpose was, as long as it was interesting, that was enough.

"By the way, boss, I've met that secretary named Yada Takeshi. His actual rank is higher than mine, so I'll have to wait until I get promoted before I can have a detailed discussion with him. But I heard he's very supportive of you, so he might be a good candidate. I've already given him as many hints as I can, and I think he'll be meeting you soon. I wish him good luck."

"I'll take care of this, you don't have to worry about it."

"Whatever, you're the boss after all." Mr. Kinos smiled like a puppet, deliberately lifted his legs high, and walked out on tiptoe.

The House of Evolution is truly full of talented people. Krieg watched the cleaning robot clean up the traces around it, and he was going to continue practicing the exam content.

The original purpose of reviewing for the exam was to get a good grade, but now the purpose is to get an average grade. Krieger sighed that fate is fickle, and then picked up the shot put and continued to practice throwing it desperately.

Mr. Krieger, I would like to ask about...

Yada Takeshi suddenly didn't know what to say, and pressed the screen to delete the message. When he was about to close the phone, he hesitated again, and finally sent a message about his situation.

Yata breathed a sigh of relief after pressing the send button. The existence of the text message was too important to him. Before he could even rejoice, he received a reply.

"Mr. Yada, never forget who you are, because the world will not forget. Treat it as your armor, and no one can use it to hurt you."

What a chicken soup! Yata smiled bitterly, but why did it seem to make sense coming from Mr. Krieger's mouth?

Chapter 156 A bald man emerged from the crowd

Professional Hero Assessment Test, sixth test site.

There was no end in sight in the long queue. Under the maintenance of the staff, the large number of people who wanted to join the Hero Association slowly shrank into two rows and began to move into the venue in the order of arrival.

"Heroes participating in the test, please line up in order. Test takers outside the venue, please don't worry. Everyone's test results will be out by this evening. Please don't cut in line and follow the staff's instructions."

These guys look really weird.

Krieg looked around. There were skinny, white-bearded old men, naked except for their loincloths, and portly men dressed like Arctic adventurers. There was even a fellow in a doll's outfit, his belly drooping to the ground. There were people wearing sunglasses and masks, dressed in pure white and black, looking like ordinary office workers and looking almost like eccentrics. It had to be said that Krieg's imagination for outlandish clothing had been stretched to its limits.

At this moment, he was being led by Yata, walking past the crowd towards the inside of the venue. Compared to waiting silently in this weather, it was really a happy thing to have this privilege.

These people who might leave sadly in the future or join smoothly looked at him strangely. After all, a walking rhinoceros beetle was the rarest existence among them. What's more, Krieg had already gained some fame, and quite a number of people had seen news about him.

If it were the real Krieg, he would have used something to cover his face in response to all the gazes coming his way. But instead of doing so, he held his head high and stretched out his hand, waving to everyone who looked at him, "Hello, you've worked hard."

So the people he greeted left his sight one after another. Smart people knew that since this guy was so shameless, he must be some powerful opponent or someone on the association's initial key list. There was no need to offend someone who was very likely to be his colleague in the future. Not so smart people could also feel the enthusiasm from him. Most of them were too embarrassed to respond to him and had to look away to avoid embarrassment. Only a few of them snorted at him or responded to Krieg's greeting with actions.

"Why can't he queue up?" A contestant in a purple tights complained in a low voice. Krieger looked over and waved at him immediately.

"Hey, this guy is provoking me, didn't you see that?"

"Alright, stop talking now. That guy's an Asura Rhinoceros Beetle. If you can take out seven or eight Wolf- and Tiger-level monsters in a day, plus a Demon-level monster, you can be like him and skip the queue." The lean, white-bearded old man grabbed the arm of the man in the purple tights. "Young man, keep your mouth shut. Be careful not to offend someone you can't afford to offend."

The man in purple tights was obviously not convinced. He pulled his arm. Although the old man with white beard was in direct contact with his body, he felt nothing when he pulled. There was no place to exert force. He was surprised, but the old man looked like half of his body was about to be buried in the ground. The man in purple tights was quite annoyed. He clenched his fist and tensed his muscles, trying to push away the old man's palm.

It had no effect at all. Unlike the empty feeling just now, this time the man in purple tights only felt that the opponent's strength was incomparably great. This old man was actually a strong man he had never met before. The swollen muscles not only failed to bounce off the old man's palm, but were instead tightly clamped by the old man. A feeling of bone pain came from his arm. The man in purple tights had to bend his knees and evade in the direction of the force flow. The old man then released his arm, and the released part twitched and looked deflated compared to other parts.

"If you don't have the ability, don't talk. A professional hero is just a profession. Do you really think they are living saints? Last time, a foul-mouthed person was lying in the hospital." The old man pressed on the purple tights, then gave Krieg a friendly smile.

Krieg smiled back.

"He just looks weird. That smile makes him look like a weirdo," the man in purple tights muttered, but he really didn't dare to look at Krieg anymore. The old man's press had already relieved his pain a lot. He was not an ungrateful person, and he could understand the old man's intention.

Krieg was very satisfied with the effect he had created. He didn't need these people's evaluation of him, he just wanted them to remember him. Fame is a double-edged sword. Even if it is dangerous, it is also a very useful weapon.

"Is this considered a backdoor move? Is that okay?" Krieg turned to Yata.

"Of course it's okay. You are already a certified professional hero, so you don't need to queue up with them." Yata led Krieg to the side passage. The staff here obviously knew Yata, but not a single staff member could greet him. Yata also had a cold face and walked forward without looking around.

This kind of popularity is too bad, Krieg shook his head in his heart. The Hero Association has become so complicated only a few years after its establishment. With so many rights and obligations piled up together, problems will arise sooner or later.

Krieg glanced at Yata's trembling cheeks and hid his pity well. If Yata didn't choose to make it himself, he wouldn't do anything to Yata. It was just a casual move.

"I've found the Saitama and Genos you asked me to pay attention to. However, Genos is undergoing a separate test. The higher-ups are very optimistic about him. Only Saitama is undergoing the same test as the others. I've included you in the group. I hope you enjoy chatting with Saitama."

Yata stopped at the entrance to the testing grounds and motioned Krieger to go inside. "The next test is something I can't interfere with. Good luck, sir."

"That old man just now said that someone who was provoking a hero with his bad mouth was sent to the hospital. Do you know which hero it was?"

"The Vest Family," Yata answered directly without even recalling the process. "There are many boring people who can do such a thing, but only this group of people would send ordinary people to the hospital."

"Really?" Krieg's height allowed him to see that there were quite a few people wearing vests in the venue.

I hope you can bring me some unexpected surprises. Krieger still needs a good reputation now. It is easy to whitewash his own "black material", but it is too difficult to whitewash it when he attacks the contestants in public.

Anyone could be found to gain internal reputation, and the Vest Family was undoubtedly the most suitable target. Vest Venerable was a good person, a responsible and outstanding hero. Unfortunately, he was always willing to stand up for his subordinates no matter what, while his subordinates weren't exactly good people. It was a strange thing to see an S-Class hero being dragged down by his own subordinates.

But who can blame me for being so enthusiastic? Helping my colleagues is the happiest feeling. My fellow officers are getting educated, and I'm gaining prestige. [The text then abruptly shifts topics.] Krieger's unfriendly gaze caused the man in the vest, who was being tested, to freeze. He made a clear mistake in the high jump, his heel colliding with the bar.

"Failed," "Huh?"

The man in the vest didn't find the source of his fear. Before he had time to think, the word "fail" made him forget to think. "Wait, I still have two chances!"