A retired reincarnator from a certain American film studio

Dr. Bai became alarmed as he watched this scene unfold.

Wasn't his right arm broken?

"not at all."

One of the staff members had already hung up the phone and looked at Dr. Bai: "The doctor in charge of treating him said that Chris Chen requested that his right arm also be put in a cast, saying that this way, his girlfriend could encourage him to be a guilty Sykes at night."

Dr. Bai frowned: "What is it?"

Several staff members seemed to have thought of something, exchanged glances, and smiled at each other.

Well known.

Sykes has many varieties.

But there are only two types of Sykes that allow people to do whatever they want.

One is an angry Sykes, and the other is a Sykes driven by guilt.

The former allows you to do whatever you want, and the latter also allows you to do whatever you want.

Dr. Bai took in the expressions of his subordinates, then decisively gave up on asking further questions. He shook his head and looked at Lu Ke speeding across the big screen: "So where is he planning to go now?"

Another staff member who had just hung up the phone with the hotel owner turned around and reported, "Sir, the hotel owner said that this Chris Chen borrowed his pickup truck and plans to go to the hill outside town to see if he can see the beautiful sunset over the desert from there."

Upon hearing this, Dr. Bai couldn't help but mutter, "Damn it, those backpackers."

Backpackers have a way of thinking that's different from ordinary people.

In just the last two days, 80% of the out-of-towners arrested were backpackers who had made themselves seem very mysterious.

But by the time they realized it, they knew they couldn't let these people go. They could only occupy some of the cloning resources, turn them into clones, and then release them outside, so that the outside world's attention wouldn't be drawn to this place because of the large number of missing people.

after all……

In Dr. Bai's view, Lu Ke was doomed, and they would rely on the cloning base beneath their feet to fulfill their dream of conquering the Earth.

Let me help you achieve your dream, my dear.

Dr. Bai thought of his old lover, who was still in hell, and silently said to himself, then pointed at Luke on the big screen heading out of town: "Watch out for this guy."

She originally planned to simply send someone to capture this guy, clone him, and then throw him out.

but……

With too many people being arrested, the cloning warehouses that had been vacated were already operating at full capacity, and she didn't really want to put more people into the base unless absolutely necessary.

After all, the three crematoriums were operating at high power, and there were more than a dozen cars waiting in line.

Unaware that he had escaped death, Luke drove out of the city without any hindrance, and then, without any attempt to conceal his actions, drove the vehicle directly to a small hill outside the town.

next second.

Lu Ke pushed open the car door, leaned on his cane, and got out.

At the base, the staff watching this scene via drone confirmed the footage and concluded that Lu Ke was just a backpacker who would travel as long as he didn't die. They then zoomed out and checked other surveillance footage.

After all, time is tight, and there are still many people in the mission that haven't been identified yet. There's no need to waste time on a backpacker who's not even worth mentioning.

Lu Ke also acted just like a backpacker. After reaching the top of the small hill with his cane, he gazed at a corner of the desert in the distance, seemingly mesmerized, admiring the sunset that had not yet set.

but……

Out of the corner of his eye, however, he saw a solitary, white-walled villa at the foot of the mountain on his right.

Luke could even see the gardener busy in the garden in front of the villa.

Furthermore, the male and female owners of the villa were drinking and chatting happily at the second-floor window, holding wine glasses.

But this look gave Lu Ke quite a fright.

The people drinking at the villa window weren't strangers, but acquaintances.

Of course.

Jack might be more familiar with it.

The villa's owners were none other than Hawkeye Barton and Black Widow Natasha.

Lu Ke gasped.

Good guy.

Zola really knows how to play the game.

They directly cloned Black Widow and Hawkeye to guard his door.

Luke had no doubt that if the three parties involved—no, the four parties involved, namely Jack and Natasha, Hawkeye Barton and his wife—had seen this scene, they would probably be furious on the spot.

However, this only strengthened his conviction that there must be a secret passage inside the villa leading to Zola's underground base.

but……

Luke was not in a hurry to go over.

After all, there are still ten hours left until the final seventy-two hours.

Here's the current situation.

Based on his assessment, Luke was certain that Zola's underground base was located here, and judging from the images he had seen, this was clearly Zola's headquarters.

And it's a stronghold that Zola would never give up, no matter what.

and so!

This is easy to handle.

Zola must know that he has a way of finding this place, and he probably already knows that he has arrived.

Then the problem is coming.

What could be more terrifying than letting the prey know the hunter has arrived, but still not find him, and only watching helplessly as time ticks away, amplifying its fear infinitely?

Death itself is not frightening; what is frightening is waiting for death.

Luke planned to do it this way.

He planned to wait until the very end, until Zola felt he had survived the most dangerous moment, and then, he would descend from the sky and say something with a smile.

"surprise!"

"WTF!"

As time passed, and finally, as the sun began to set, Dr. White, who had been relatively composed, could no longer contain himself when he saw Zola reappear.

Because they had just thoroughly searched all the traveler information entering and leaving the town and the city of Kahn.

Got nothing.

They didn't even have a single useful clue, let alone find Luke.

“You overestimate him, Dr. Zola.”

“You underestimated him, just like you underestimated him back then in Whitehorse.”

Dr. Zola looked at Dr. Bai: "Back then, we thought Whitehead would be safe and sound hiding in the underwater base. You know better than I do what happened. After all, you were on the phone with Whitehead at the time, weren't you?"

Dr. Bai did not want to answer this question.

“We have checked everyone, and there is no one who looks like Lu Ke.”

"He is a hunter."

"What's the meaning."

"Moreover, he is a ruthless hunter; none of his prey can escape."

Zola controlled his projection, looking at the large screen in front of him, as data streams washed over his electronic body: "Information from Los Santos: Rachel and Lorna were taken away by the FBI this afternoon."

Dr. Bai frowned: "I know that, but what does it mean?"

Zola looked at Dr. White.

"This means that he has found us and is ready to hunt down his prey."

"..."

Again.

Dr. Bai doesn't understand Lu Ke.

Zola understands.

The reason Luke hadn't had Rachel and Lorna protected earlier wasn't because he'd forgotten, but because the time hadn't come yet.

Now?

Lu Ke's murderous intent was rising, and he was preparing to take action. Naturally, it was time to consider all the factors involved.

For example, to prevent Luke from desperately trying to control Rachel and Lorna when he's chasing them.

Uh……

This method is indeed among Zola's 3,333 survival plans.

But this plan also yielded results the fastest.

doesn't work.

Zola knew very well that such a plan would not only fail to give him any leverage in his survival, but would also increase his chances of death from 98% to 9,350%.

Dr. Bai's remarks remained as steady as ever.

She smiled.

Dr. Bai ordered his men to open the entrance that currently led to their underground Hive base.

into the eye.

The suburban villa was prominently displayed on the big screen.

The surveillance cameras at the three entrances showed no signs of danger; it was just another ordinary and languid evening.

"Preparing to hunt?"

"Ah."

"Dr. Zola, take a look, are there any traces of him?"