Is it really normal to contain these anomalies?

"At least it seems like the Foundation is much better than this damn place!"

As soon as she finished speaking, another artillery fire from a land-based unit was heard... as if to prove what great declaration she had just made.

Yes……

There are good people in the Foundation, just like when she was 14 years old, a researcher had kindly hoped to release her as an anomaly.

Although it ultimately failed, Iris never saw the doctor again after the security agents took her away in handcuffs.

But she never forgot him, and she also understood that during her childhood, she shouldn't resent all the Foundation members who imprisoned her in a small containment unit...

"..."

And now, the uncle also looked at Iris calmly.

Those big blue eyes finally looked at him at this moment, as if waiting for him to say something.

"Perhaps."

From the beginning to the end, he never thought about these things...whether the city is beautiful or not. After all, he started working in the back alleys when he was 8 years old, and he has been working as a cleaner for more than 20 years.

He has long been used to it.

but now.

In front of this girl... no, lady, his constant uneasiness seemed to be much better.

"Ms. Iris, how long do you think this bombardment will last?"

He finally brought up other topics.

"I don't know, but there's no need to worry. The stationmaster is there."

And Iris also said it lightly.

It is true.

Bai Yu, that man... Since their station chief is there, he doesn't need to worry about Aijia.

The uncle still thinks Bai Yu is quite reliable, even though he seems to be a serious nester...

"Ah."

A few minutes later.

Perhaps he was tired of the scenery on the bridge, or perhaps he had established a greater degree of trust during the conversation.

Iris stood up from the metal support she was leaning on.

She stretched, then hugged the camera on the chest of her blazer.

"I want to go take some pictures nearby. Do you want to come with me?"

It seems that switching between combat and leisure in a split second isn't too difficult for this lovely 18-year-old woman...

The uncle shook his head with a smile on his face.

"Okay, then you stay here and don't run around. I'll keep an eye on you! I really will!"

Iris didn't force it.

After all, what she was about to do was a bit of a violation. After all, given her anomalous properties, it would be inappropriate if she accidentally filmed the Foundation's internal facilities...

But no way.

Who made the scenery here so bad?

Neither the gunner nor the remains of the World Devourer could be photographed well...

She chuckled and shrugged, leaving him a photo before running to the end of the corridor as lightly as a rabbit.

What a lovely girl...

The uncle was left alone, but during the dozens of minutes of conversation, he was no longer as depressed as when he first came out.

He habitually looked at the unchanging plain alley in front of him.

Afterwards, I could only sigh at Iris's maturity.

He didn't know what Iris had experienced in the past, nor what Iris had experienced in Omega-7.

But he understands.

In the city.

Even the most selfish person needs a plausible reason... Just like when robbing someone, they would say they were forced to do so because they were hungry.

Because only with these... can they truly regard themselves as human beings and survive like human beings.

Evil people, good people...

The boundaries of this kind of thing are always quite blurred, and few people are as open-minded as Iris...

However, there is no need to clarify these things with Iris for the time being.

"...Didn't you say you wouldn't follow?"

The time they spent together alone passed again, and the uncle, who was still standing on the platform enjoying the breeze, spoke again.

The sound of artillery fire below gradually subsided... Is the suppression process coming to an end?

Thanks to these events, his hearing, enhanced by his advanced body transformation, was finally able to pick out some footsteps from the countless noisy background sounds...

Just now.

Behind him, compared to Iris's clear voice before, it was replaced by a voice with a hint of rust.

"Long time no see, Chief Liu. It seems that after leaving our conversation, you seem to be more relaxed."

"..."

The person who urged for the contract finally arrived.

The uncle suddenly realized that the person behind him was no longer Iris, and the chill that had disappeared not long ago when he was talking to the girl suddenly came back to him uncontrollably like a poisonous snake.

"you……"

It's funny to say.

He took another deep breath, but as a first-level finisher, he didn't dare to look back at all.

This is because he knows who the gentleman behind him is.

And now, he finally understood the reason for the lingering uneasiness that had been making him feel in the command room.

That's the fear of being watched by a hunter...

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Chapter 325 Minions.

Because he never came to disturb the suppression battle of L Company employees.

Therefore, I have forgotten his existence...

"Please continue to relax, Chief Liu, I'm not here to see you."

At this moment, the footsteps behind him suddenly stopped, and it sounded like he was standing 5 meters behind him.

"You followed my advice and didn't violate any taboos... Very good. Please keep up the good work."

"..."

The uncle still didn't speak.

But it’s just as he said behind him.

He wasn't here to cause trouble for him...

……

Not even a few minutes of real time had passed.

The commander of Nu-7 soon noticed that a figure that had never been seen before had suddenly and silently appeared in the command room of this land-based platform.

He was wearing a standard black suit, but on his head was a strange metal helmet that looked like a cage.

Orange, blue, and green unknown potions were fixed from the head to the middle elbow of its metal prosthetic limb, and as the land-based platform moved forward, they were also shaking slightly...

"Is it a biochemically modified human? Or a prosthetic implant?"

'No... Now, more importantly, how did he get up here?'

The commander noticed it, but he stood in front of the three-dimensional sand table, looked up at the invader, and still said nothing.

He was temporarily determining the nature of the person in front of him...

"Sir...?"

"continue working."

Other soldiers around gradually discovered the guy standing there with his hands behind his back.

But the commander just raised his hand calmly, and they put away their surprised expressions and continued to stare at their work panels.

"Hmph...you seem to be listening calmly?"

But this new guest had his hands behind his back, and his eyes from under his helmet seemed to be staring at him.

"C Company, minions?"

The commander asked as if to confirm.

"..."

"It seems I was not wrong."

Minions, C Company.

According to the information provided by the stationmaster, they are the city's executioners.

Responsible for cooperating with the leader and carrying out a certain degree of armed suppression.

Their combat power wasn't top-tier, but in most cases, they had no problem dealing with most finishers of rank one or below...

"Don't move, or I'll crush your throat the moment you lift a finger."

Another voice as cold as steel came from under the metal helmet.

The commander couldn't see the man's eyes, but his intuition, rooted in years of combat, informed him of the vast disparity in physical fitness between him and the other man. His finger beneath the sandbox still lifted from the trigger of the thaumaturgic pistol.

"...Are you here to collect taxes? Or are you here to cause trouble?"

But the commander still didn't understand why the leader's men came to find them.

After all, according to Bai Yu’s previous statement, hadn’t they and the leader already reached the simplest tacit understanding?

"You don't have official city status, so you're no different from those creatures in the suburbs... invaders."

"It sounds like... you're saying that you haven't caused us any trouble, and you've always been the ones giving us a break?"

"..."

The Minion remained silent, but perhaps this was his answer.

"never mind……"

But even so, the commander's face showed no expression. He had faced the fanatics of the Broken God and the traitors of the Chaos Insurgency. As for this kind of verbal provocation, he could still hold his composure.

"Just tell me, what do you mean by these words?"

And now, he knew very clearly that the man in front of him was here to negotiate terms. Otherwise, why didn't he kill a Foundation soldier when he was able to get here in an instant?

Perhaps I can use words to negotiate...

The commander glanced at the time displayed on the sand table and the remaining ammunition reserves on the lifeline.

At the very least, he hoped to be able to provide the stationmaster with all the supporting firepower.

only……

"It's simple. Stop what you're doing. Everyone, come with me and pay a 784 billion fine. Hand over all weapons and equipment that illegally entered W Nest..."

"If you can cooperate on this, I can do less work."

As always, very politely, the minion began to slowly count the bills he needed to collect from the defaulter like a waiter.