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“Tohsaka,” Saeko Busujima said.
Nami turned around, a standard, elegant smile on her face: "Hmm? What's wrong, Busujima-kun?"
Saeko Busujima looked at her directly.
"After leaving here."
Are you all leaving Fujimi Academy too?
This question is a bit abrupt.
But Saeko Busujima asked very seriously.
She wanted to know where these two powerful people who had suddenly entered their world would go in the future.
This involves many things.
Nami's smile faltered for a moment.
She blinked her beautiful big eyes, seemingly thinking about how to answer.
A moment later, the corners of her mouth curved into an even more pronounced smile, with a hint of slyness and mischief.
She leaned closer and lowered her voice, as if sharing a secret.
"how?"
"Does Busujima want me and the captain to join the Demon Slayer Corps and become members?"
Saeko Busujima did not deny it; instead, she nodded frankly.
Her eyes shone with the directness and fervor of a warrior.
Yes, with you and Teacher Zhou joining us, defeating demons will be much easier, whether they are lower moons or powerful upper moons.
The T-100 tank's cat head suddenly turned towards them, its electronic eyes flashing as if it had become interested in the topic.
Nami smoothed a strand of hair from her forehead, a meaningful smile appearing on her face.
Demon Slayer Corps
Her gaze shifted between Jill and Saeko Busujima.
Unfortunately, the captain and I probably don't have the time.
She shrugged, her tone light but firm.
We have more important things to do.
Jill raised an eyebrow.
More important things? More important than eliminating the evil spirits that threaten humanity?
Nami tilted her head slightly, her eyes sharpening.
Busujima, Jill, what do you think ghosts are?
Without waiting for their reply, she continued talking to herself.
They're just a bunch of monsters who survive by eating people.
She stretched out her slender fingers and gently tapped the armor of the T-100 tank.
Compared to the real crisis, these ghosts are nothing but minor disturbances.
Saeko Busujima gripped the hilt of her sword tightly, her tone hardening.
Minor mischief? Do you know how many people ghosts have killed?
Nami remained unmoved.
What about Umbrella? How many cities have they turned into ghost towns with their biological weapons?
She lowered her voice.
There are even more dangerous things out there, things that could destroy the entire world.
The corridor suddenly fell silent.
Only the deep roar of the T-100 tank's engine echoed in the air.
Gil looked at Nami thoughtfully.
Are you members of some kind of special organization?
Nami shook her head, and a smile returned to her face.
They were just two travelers.
The way she said it was so relaxed that it seemed rather eerie.
Captain Zhou Ye has his plans, and I...
She blinked.
I was just following him to watch the fun and earn some extra money on the side.
Saeko Busujima snorted coldly.
And what about your weapons? That Hanged Man, and this tank. Weren't they all destroyed in previous battles, only to be revived with full health?
She gestured with her chin towards the T-100 tank.
These are things that ordinary people definitely cannot possess.
Nami raised an eyebrow, a sly glint in her eyes.
Well...
【Bang! 】
Suddenly, a loud noise came from afar, interrupting their conversation.
The entire passageway shook.
The T-100 tank immediately changed direction, its electronic eyes blazing red light as it locked onto the direction from which the sound came.
It seems our chat time is over.
Nami quickly regained her seriousness.
Let's deal with the immediate problem first.
She pointed ahead.
The sound was coming from the direction of the underground laboratory.
Chris and Barry may be in trouble.
Jill immediately raised her shotgun, her expression becoming focused.
Then let's go there quickly.
Saeko Busujima drew her knife, the blade gleaming coldly in the dim light.
Let's continue our discussion once we've left here alive.
She looked at Nami with a sharp gaze.
Whoever you are, at least for now, we are teammates.
Nami nodded, a dangerous smile playing on her lips.
Of course, Poison Island is the same.
The T-100 tank emitted a mechanical roar, as if urging it on.
The three stopped talking and followed the chariot, quickly moving in the direction from which the sound came.
At the end of the passage, a heavy metal door was half-open, with a red warning light flashing inside.
Jill gripped her gun tightly, Nami clenched her fists, and Saeko Busujima's sword was already drawn an inch from its sheath.
Whatever awaits them ahead, they are ready.
In the underground laboratory, Chris and Barry face danger, about to encounter them.
Chapter 35 Tyrant
The heavy metal door was twisted and deformed by the impact, wedged against the door frame, leaving a gap just wide enough for one person to pass through sideways.
A piercing alarm and red emergency lights flashed wildly from under the door, accompanied by the loud thud of heavy objects hitting the ground and intermittent gunshots.
There were also men's roars and curses.
The T-100 Talking Tom vehicle was parked outside the door, its tracks emitting a low hum.
The three exchanged glances, and Gil was the first to squeeze in, followed closely by Saeko Busujima, with Nami being the last to enter.
The sight before him caused Jill's pupils to contract.
This is a huge research room filled with all kinds of precision instruments.
But now, the place is a complete mess.
Glass shards, twisted metal supports, and sparking broken cables were scattered all over the ground.
In the center of the research room, a colossal creature was wreaking havoc.
He was nearly three meters tall, with bulging muscles and a sickly grayish-white skin.
It has only one particularly well-developed arm, disproportionately thick, with a ferocious, blade-like, huge claw at the end.
The other arm is relatively short and atrophied.
Its heart, exposed and covered by a tough layer of keratin, was beating powerfully.
【T-102 Tyrant】!
Jill recognized the monster.
This is the thing that Barry Communications mentioned!
At this moment, the [T-102 Tyrant] was wildly swinging and smashing with its huge claw.
The heavy experimental table was easily overturned and crashed into the wall, turning into a pile of scrap metal.