Chapter 693 Brother An, aren’t you a good person?

Chapter 693 Brother An, aren’t you a good person?

The Claw Organization has strong financial resources. Even though it is just a small branch, it is still very impressive.

The entire Superpower Research Institute occupies an area of ​​several football fields, and the facilities inside are extremely advanced. Anyway, from Amber's point of view, many things cannot be named.

While walking around, he accidentally came to a closed room.

The whimpering sound came from inside, as if someone was crying.

Amber never thought that she was a very curious person, but when she first arrived, she still had to get familiar with the working environment.

Pushing open the door, the lock that was strong enough to withstand the bombardment of artillery shells broke with a sound.

The light shone into the darkness, and several children with their hands and feet tied looked over in great fear.

Their mouths were sealed, and the sound they just heard came from this.

This company seems to be a bit wrong. It even kidnapped children.

Perhaps hearing the movement here, the supervisor who was arranging things hurried over, and then saw the door turned into scrap metal.

He knew very well how strong this thing was, so the words on his lips immediately became: "Ah, sir, if you want to see these seeds, you can just say it directly, there is no need to do this."

"Just say it directly?"

Amber was about to ask, and laughed when she heard it: "What do you mean by seeds?"

"Don't you know, sir?"

The supervisor was stunned, and then seemed to realize something, and hurriedly explained: "Hasn't our organization always been determined to study ways to awaken superpowers autonomously? They are the seeds used for research."

"Do we have to do a lot of experiments?"

Amber continued to ask, and her voice became gentler.

"Experiments must be done, but generally there will be no life-threatening dangers. After all, they also have potential and can be our companions in the future."

When the supervisor said this, his eyes became fanatical: "The boss said that the new humans with superpowers should be the masters of this world, not those numerous but extremely weak pigs."

"That sounds good. By the way, let me ask you something. How much do you make every month here?"

Amber suddenly changed the subject, which caught the other party off guard.

"How much?"

The supervisor thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No money, but if you need anything, you can just tell me, the boss usually won't refuse."

"So do you have vacations? When do you start and end work?"

Amber continued to talk about some seemingly trivial things.

The middle-aged supervisor was getting more and more confused, but he didn't dare to offend him, so he had to answer truthfully: "We don't have the concept of going to get off work and going home. We work when we wake up and take a nap when we feel sleepy."

At this point, he seemed to have activated something again, and his tone suddenly became high.

"For our common ideals, these are nothing at all."

"Ideals?"

Amber's bad premonition in his heart became stronger.

I have entered a black factory. Not only do I not get paid, but I have to work until I go to bed, with almost no rest time.

Not to mention that they are suspected of kidnapping children here.

I am a good person. If I work here, wouldn't I really become a bad guy in the mouth of the police?

No, absolutely not!

"Sir, with your powerful strength, you will definitely help the boss achieve his ideal in advance!"

The supervisor flattered cautiously: "Unlike a useless guy like me, who can only do some meaningless things."

"Since you are useless, then go to hell."

Amber said in a very serious tone. If you don't listen to the content, you will really think he is comforting.

The supervisor was stunned and thought he had misheard. He subconsciously said: "Sir, what did you say?"

Pah!

Amber slapped him and slapped his head directly from his neck, hitting the wall beside him, exploding like a watermelon.

This scene was seen by the children in the room, and they cried in fear.

Amber reacted, so he turned to the door and said with a kind smile: "Sorry, let you see something you shouldn't see, stay here for now."

He closed the fallen door again, but the lock was broken and could not be closed. In desperation, he had to hang it on the door frame by force.

At this time, subjective death was also discovered. The red light in the research institute was on, accompanied by an extremely piercing alarm.

Damn black factory!

Amber looked around indignantly. Many people had already gathered around, including a few guys with abstract looks. Waves of energy fluctuations came from them.

OK, there are indeed accomplices!

This scene confirmed his guess. In this case, there is no need to be polite.

"You"

A guy with a weird makeup on his face was about to speak, but his head moved. The few people standing next to him didn't even react at all until they were sprayed with blood. Only then did they realize what happened.

Seeing them ready to fight, Amber became even more angry.

"A bunch of bugs, not only did they not run away when they saw me, but they also dared to resist!"

The strength standard of the psychic world is actually very vague, just like the idealistic setting of superpowers. Before fighting, it is impossible to tell who is strong and who is weak.

Just look at Shigeo Kageyama.

Before he exploded, who would have thought that this guy was the ceiling of the entire world?

Five minutes later.

Scarface carried Kageyama Ritsu back to the institute, but the scene that came into his eyes made him stunned.

The hall and laboratory that should have been busy became empty for some reason.

"Hey, I completed the task, where are the people!!"

Scarface shouted.

The voice echoed in the empty room, revealing a weird feeling.

Bastard!

He began to look around angrily.

No one, no one, no one anywhere!

Scarface was going crazy, and his movements became bigger.

Bang! Bang!

Doors were kicked open one by one until he came to the cafeteria.

Gulp!

The good news is that everyone in the institute has been found, and the bad news is that they are all dead.

Looking at the pile of corpses, Scarface was completely stunned.

Looking at the guy who had always suppressed him on weekdays, being stuffed in the pile of corpses like garbage, an unprecedented chill rose in his heart.

Run! Run!

Scarface threw off Kageyama Ritsu from his shoulder, turned around and prepared to run, but had to stop as soon as he raised his leg.

A figure appeared at the door without knowing when.

"How come there is still a fish that slipped through the net? It has been checked."

Amber patted his forehead in annoyance and said in a negotiating tone: "Why don't you commit suicide? This way I don't have to do it."

Scarface didn't dare to answer, cold sweat flowed down like a waterfall.

"Hey, Brother An, aren't you a good person!?"

As a neighbor, Kageyama Ritsu naturally knew Amber.

"Of course I am a good person. Is there a problem with good people beating bad people?"

Amber touched his chin, "But since you have seen my face, why don't you just do it."

Kageyama Ritsu shuddered.

Is this what you call a good person? Even his stupid brother wouldn't believe it, right?