A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 193 Arrives

Irving's servant handed Brad a tablet computer.

Brad took the screen and saw a model of a brand-new building. The decoration style of the windows and doors on each floor was simple and elegant, while the interior facilities such as water, electricity, ventilation, and kitchen were the most fashionable new products.

"This is?"

"I plan to donate a new building to the Violet New District Police Station."

Irving laughed and said, "Are you satisfied with what you see?"

Before Brad could answer, a dull thud came from ahead.

In the plaza, the two animals had already begun their fight. The gorilla threw a demonstrative punch, compressing the air in front of it layer by layer, forming a roaring shockwave that blasted straight from the plaza into the forest.

This punch was exceptionally fast and powerful. Composed by a genetically modified beast, it exuded a primal ferocity distinct from that of human fighters.

However, the golden retriever opposite them was also unusually agile. Brad's eyesight wasn't good enough to see it clearly. He only vaguely felt that the dog was almost standing on the shockwave as it rushed towards the gorilla's head.

Brad's Adam's apple bobbed, and his mouth felt a little dry. Although he knew that Owen's pets would never attack in this direction, and that his bodyguards and Owen's guards were more than enough to ensure his safety... it was still true that watching this kind of fight up close was really not fun at all!

Irving clapped his hands, seemingly admiring the golden retriever's quick thinking. He even put on a pair of glasses that enhanced dynamic vision, carefully watching the gorilla's counterattack after dodging the pounce.

Brad said, "I'm very satisfied with the overall layout of the building, both in terms of the viewing angles and the internal facilities. In fact, it's an honor for the people in the new district's security department to receive such a building."

"Well, it's not that simple. Their original buildings are likely to be completely destroyed tonight. My building is a small compensation for them."

Irving looked at the scene without glancing to the side and said, "After all, those people are your subordinates. It wouldn't be good to make them do their work in the ruins later."

Brad pondered for a moment. Although he didn't know the specific reasons for the incident that damaged the New District Police Station, just thinking about it briefly, the forces in Violet that could possibly force Owen to take such a large-scale violent action were nothing more than a few types of people.

He tentatively asked, "Is it related to those old nobles? I heard that after they hired several foreign fighters, they've become increasingly active lately, and their cooperation with each other has become closer."

Irving nodded: "So tonight is also a way of teaching them a lesson."

As he spoke, Irving took a deep drag on his cigarette.

The scene of dry, high-quality tobacco burning inside a pipe resembles a tiny swallow's nest, emitting a bright red glow that grows brighter under the influence of the airflow before suddenly dimming and releasing a rich, fragrant smoke.

Just then, a servant hurried over and whispered a few words in Owen's ear.

Behind his high-resolution glasses, Irving's eyes suddenly widened: "What did you say... cough cough cough cough!!"

The old man choked on a mouthful of smoke and coughed violently. His elegant hair became disheveled from the trembling, and his glasses, which had fallen off their original position, were roughly ripped off by him.

But this rough action made his cough even more severe.

His servants and guards hurriedly surrounded him, gently stroking his back.

Brad also hurriedly stood up, holding the cup of red tea he hadn't touched yet, and moved closer to Irving.

After a while, he calmed his urge to cough amidst a series of wheezing breaths filled with phlegm, and rinsed his mouth with the black tea.

At this distance, Brad could clearly see the sweat just secreted from the deep wrinkles on the old man's forehead, and the tears welling up in his eyes from coughing.

His appearance after coughing was so disheveled that Brad couldn't help but feel puzzled. Upon closer reflection, he realized that Irving's health seemed to have deteriorated significantly.

It is said that he was a martial artist in his youth, but later he became obsessed with business and accumulated a huge fortune. He also indulged in pleasures, such as fine wine, gourmet food, beautiful women, tobacco, and all kinds of new electronic products. He stayed up late all year round and did not know how to control himself, so his martial arts skills became rusty and his physical condition deteriorated.

However, the gene technology researched by Irving's team can already perform targeted gene optimization for people, and even the second-tier byproduct—youth nutrient solution—is widely praised among Boston's wealthy class.

With such technology and wealth protecting him, even if Irving was a fighter before, or even if he was a congenitally sick and paralyzed disabled person, he should at least be able to maintain the physical fitness of a three-star fighter, right?

What could have caused him to suddenly lose his composure like this?

Brad asked cautiously, "What happened?"

"Tonight's operation has failed."

Owen rubbed his eyes, wiping away the sticky tears, frowned, and said, "At the cost of a base, hundreds of outstanding clones, and even four members from my Odd Force."

With such a small force setting up an ambush, they suffered a crushing defeat within five minutes!

Brad was also taken aback: "The opponent is actually that strong?! Or is it not a direct combat force, but some unexpected method?"

"Those who participated in the operation are all gone, and the useless messengers who came back couldn't give any specific details." Owen gripped his pipe tightly. "But Harry, he might have been captured alive."

Brad quickly reassured him, "Harry is loyal to Mr. Owen and would never betray him. Let's think of a way to save him."

"No!"

Owen raised his hand, his hair still disheveled, but his face already showed a calm and cold expression. "I originally thought this ambush was bound to succeed, but they gave me a surprise. So, no matter how loyal Harry was before, how can I be sure they won't give me a second surprise?"

"Brad, please have your two bodyguards escort you to a safe place."

Brad said, "So, Mr. Owen, what are you planning to do?"

Irving tapped his pipe and said with a smile, "Of course I want to see for myself what kind of tricks those guys have up their sleeves."

Brad was taken aback and said anxiously, "This is too dangerous! If they really come here, Mr. Owen, are you confident that you can protect yourself with the island's resources?"

"That's not important."

Irving glanced at Brad with displeasure and said, "You should go."

Brad's attitude hardened, and he said righteously, "Mr. Owen, our interests are intertwined. We should both be responsible for each other's lives. I absolutely cannot stand by and watch you face the unknown danger alone. Let's leave together!"

Irving's eyes darkened slightly. After a light cough, he smiled and said, "Don't be so tense. You go first. I have some private matters to take care of, and I'll find a way to get out of there. Think about it, do you think I'm the kind of person who would disregard my own life?"

Brad seemed relieved, asked a few more questions, and was then escorted away by bodyguards.

Irving watched the Violet Governor's retreating figure, his displeasure almost overflowing. He turned his head and gazed at the giant head sculpture on the island.

"What kind of thing is this, daring to lecture me..."

In fact, after the technology for creating clones matured somewhat, he also considered replacing Brad.

However, the reason why clones can inherit the skills of the original fighter, and even some of their personality, is mainly because when a fighter reaches the climax of a battle, their emotions, memories, and inspirations are so profound that they touch the genetic level.

In that state, individuals cloned from their genes can naturally inherit these genes.

Brad, however, does not possess the potential to fight to the point of being in a state of "full body and spirit".

If you replace them with ordinary clones, you won't be able to manipulate those politicians' tactics.

However, if the current governor makes such offensive moves again, Irving will have to consider wasting more time to elect a new puppet who understands his place.

"Stop!"

Irving gave commands to the two beasts fighting in the arena.

Just before the silverback gorilla was about to kill the golden retriever, it stopped its punch, looked back at Owen with confusion and resentment. The golden retriever was frozen in fear from the punch, lying on the ground, and also turned its head towards Owen.

Owen instructed the servants around him, "Butler, go to the cages and release all my pets so they can patrol and guard the island. The rest of you, immediately go and pack up and move all the electronic equipment in my room, especially the things in the study. Move everything out."

He stood up and walked to a corner of the manor.

The silverback gorilla shook its head, looked around, and followed behind him. The golden retriever also wagged its tail and chased after them.

Following the tree-lined path and passing through dense flower bushes, Irving soon arrived at the edge of a turquoise swimming pool.

"Elder Crystal, how's the gene optimization going for those two?"

Suddenly, hundreds of tons of water in the swimming pool were pushed apart from the middle. An invisible force turned the water into two high walls, revealing three people at the bottom of the pool.

These three people were actually immersed in the pool water the whole time. Two of them had many tubes and electrode patches inserted into their bodies and were floating on the side in a lying position.

The old man with a pointed nose in the middle, holding a crystal ball, was completely dry, with not a single drop of water on his body. His long, purplish-black silk robe was dry and soft.

"It's basically finished."

The old man was ugly, with slightly pointed and protruding features, like a large plucked crow. "The things provided by Shenwu Guiyi are indeed very interesting, which caused their optimization to take longer than expected. But if we were to forcibly awaken him now, it would not cause any adverse effects."

"The boss isn't an impatient person, so why is he suddenly asking? Is something urgent?"

Before Irving could answer, a loud explosion came from the outer edge of the island, followed by a subtle tremor that even reached here.

A gigantic humanoid figure, head held high, stood on the edge of the island, letting the beams of searchlights shine upon it.

The machine gun fire couldn't penetrate the giant's armor, and the missiles only added to the dust.

The island's guards issued warnings of expulsion, but the drones flying in mid-air were crushed like toys by the giant's hand.

After rushing to the governor's residence and finding him not at home, Fage and his team inquired about the governor's whereabouts.

When Owen's existence is taken into consideration, and considering what Harry said back then—that if the boss of the organization behind the scenes and Brad were to meet, no one would have any reason to stop them—then the true identity of this boss behind the scenes becomes obvious.

Upon arriving near the island, Guan Luoyang became even more certain that all the guards were clones.

Since Faki had already revealed his hand, he decided to show even greater sincerity in cooperation, and the giants took the lead.

Irving said in a low voice, "They came really fast."

"giant?"

Elder Crystal gazed at the figure, a look of shock appearing on his face. "In this day and age, is it really possible for such a creature to exist?"

He turned sharply to Owen. "Boss, I understand. The target is this giant, right? Very good, very good. I'll awaken the Executioner and Hellclaw right now."

The crystal ball, which was originally crystal clear, suddenly turned black. As the Crystal Elder stared at the ball in his hand, powerful spiritual energy fluctuations surged and churned within it, forming a visible smoke phenomenon. Then, two serpentine lightning bolts shot out from the smoke and struck the heads of the two people beside him.

Both men were thin and pale, with their ribs protruding, making them look incredibly frail. However, they were nearly two meters tall, and their faces were full and handsome, possessing an androgynous beauty.

The other person had an ordinary build, neither fat nor thin, with long reddish-brown hair that draped over his shoulders like tangled weeds. The only unusual thing about him was his fingernails, which were not nail plates like normal people's, but rather resembled the claws of a wild beast, being slightly curved and pointed.

Stimulated by the crystal lightning, the two regained consciousness one after another. Hellclaw ripped off the cumbersome instruments on his body and stared at the giant in the distance.

"What?! Where did this giant come from? Has this young master finally transmigrated? Just like in Donghua's web novels, I've transmigrated to a magical medieval world?"

Hellclaw's gaze seemed glued to the giant, oblivious to everything around him. He cheered wildly, "Fantastic! Finally, I can get rid of that trashy boss Owen! I'm going to build a huge harem, making all those elves and beast-eared queens and princesses kneel down and lick my toes! Hehehe, first I have to turn them into wives, and then in front of their husbands..."

Owen's voice drifted over: "You want humans with animalistic features? We're almost there, but you need to finish tonight's work first."

Hellclaw was startled and turned around: "Boss, you're still here?"

The emaciated executioner stood silently to one side, paying no attention to the tubes and wires attached to his body, and barely glancing at the giant wreaking havoc in the distance, searching around for something.

The Crystal Elder manipulated the water flow, drawing up a serrated butcher's knife from the edge of the pool and delivering it to the executioner.

He grabbed the hilt of the knife, hugged it to his chest, and a blush of joy spread across his pale face, like a shy young man blushing in front of someone he was confessing his love to. He lowered his head and stammered, "K-kill, who can I...who can I kill this time?"

Owen brought his pipe to his lips, took a puff, and said, "Harry and the others have failed. The target is tricky. You can observe how my pets fight them first!"

Elder Crystal exclaimed in surprise, "Harry and the others all failed? Including that karate machine?"

Irving nodded and pointed at the giant, saying, "Broadcast the footage from over there."

"There's no need. Those good-for-nothings who are only good at killing but insist on putting on airs and creating fake identities are doomed to die sooner or later. It's not surprising at all. But I, this young master, will not fail!"

Hellclaw leaped into the air, using only its jumping ability to travel hundreds of meters and clear the manor's walls.

In the blink of an eye, he had already taken several leaps and bounds, reaching the edge of the island and jumping towards the armored giant that was nearly ten stories tall.

The next moment, a collision of vastly different magnitudes occurred.

Hellclaw's arms swelled slightly as it leaped away, but compared to the giant, even just to the giant's fist, they were as laughable as a moth.

Moreover, the Armored Titan not only possessed a massive size but also superb fighting skills, giving Hellclaw no chance to attack its vital points. With a gust of wind in the air, the front of the Titan's fist was already blocking Hellclaw's path.

At the moment of impact, a burst of intense white light erupted.

Hellclaw, like a tiny black dot, flew down in the bright light, while the giant took a step back.

The artificial island was already slightly trembling due to the giant's advance. At this moment, he suddenly took a big step back and stepped on the edge of the island, causing a large area of ​​land on the island's boundary to collapse and sink into the water.

Faki swung his arms, pressed down with his waist and knees, shifted his center of gravity, and stabilized his body.

"This is... uranium light..."

He was not injured, but he was filled with fear and anger.

"How could it feel like the Captain?! Shenwu Guiyi couldn't possibly have obtained the Captain's cells!"

(End of this chapter)