Chapter-53

"Since you have the ability to go deep into the streets of the living dead, why don't you personally bring the so-called King of the Dead back to us so that we can take a look at him?"

After putting Erlang in a comfortable position on the boss' chair, patrick lifted Erlang's legs and the two of them stared at each other with an authoritative expression.

Alex gave off the impression that he was getting impatient the moment he realised the person in charge was going to ask some in-depth questions.

"You are aware that our eschatology hunters possess excellent threat detection capabilities. This king of the corpses has a lot of power. Even though I am not their adversary, I am able to locate other mercenaries because it appears that you do not trust me very much. Company, so there is no need for you to worry about being deceived by me in any way."

Han Alex had gotten to his feet and was getting ready to depart. Prick's pupil was immediately visibly dilated as a direct result of this action!

Nobody has had the audacity to attempt something so ridiculous in front of themselves. In spite of the fact that he dislikes it when his subordinates flatter him about himself, he detests it even more when other people disrespect him.

If it is other men who engage in this kind of impolite behaviour in front of themselves, nothing will ever be more comfortable than being cast into the flames.

When contrasted with the allure of a new species of evolutionary creature that the corpse king had never seen before and the initial impression of this man's lack of interest, however, it was still able to quell patrick's mounting anxiety about the impending assault.

"You crack me up; I have to say, out of everyone else I've met, you stand out as the most fascinating individual. Your personality is so energising to be around. You take that group of guys right after two teams have successfully completed their missions and have just returned to the base. Find the king of the corpses for me, will you?"

After standing up and smoothing out the few wrinkles in his white shirt, patrick picked up the phone that was resting on the rosewood desk, dialled a number, and then began to concisely and clearly explain how the hunting team would be deployed.

Alex had his back turned to the person in charge behind him, but his pupils gave off the impression that he was up to something sneaky. His first objective had been accomplished, and now he needed to figure out how to obtain information about the corpse cold from the company. This was his second objective. Specifics regarding the territory...

"The personnel have been organised, and they are waiting at the door in the event that it should become necessary. Do you wish to leave at this time, or would you rather take a short break first?" After dropping the phone, patrick sat back down and asked Alex with a grin on his face what was going on.

"Let's go now, because we can't say when the sun will set again, and I don't know when it will rise again," you say, because you don't know when the sun will set or rise again.

Alex retorted in a chilly manner that thanks to the blessing of the Doomsday-Virus, he is able to feel no fatigue at this point, even after having gone through the previous battle against the living dead.

When patrick realised it was almost time for him to leave this office, he gave Alex one final call "You give a great deal of thought to our business. What kind of a reward are you hoping to receive?"

"Let's talk about this when I'm able to return to this place alive."

Uh ...

Uh ...

As soon as Alex stepped out of the chief executive's office, he saw Jonathan's housekeeper standing at the door with his eyes closed and his hands folded on his chest in a posture that appeared to be praying.

But as soon as he heard the door open and close, he immediately gave him a shock. He opened his eyes suddenly and saw that his golden master stood right in front of himself, and his expression remained that same expression of indifference.

"You're actually here?! How did it go? Does it appear that Master patrick has faith in you?"

Jonathan jumped to his feet and asked the question with trepidation because, after all, it was relevant to his own life as well.

"I really have no idea. The outcome is going to be determined by whether or not the corpse king can be taken captive. Are you going to accompany me?"

Alex cocked his head to the side and stared with a stony expression at the side of the housekeeper who applied their global experience to their exceptional skill.

"Oh, okay... forget it, I have a lot of work in the fortress, and I can't get away from it..."

When Jonathan found out that he was going to have to leave the safe haven and head for that terrifying street, he became terrified and tried to come up with a reason to back out of the plan.

"Well, what exactly are these rooms next to, and why are they connected to the office of your boss?"

Qi Alex asked this significant question in a relatively casual manner while Alex's spirit was at a high level of tension.

"What exactly are these chambers? Oh, in addition to being the chief of the fortress, our boss Parik also acts as a consultant to the company's scientific research team. However, what exactly they are researching is something that those of us working in lower positions are not qualified to comprehend."

Jonathan gave an honest response, revealing that he had no interest in learning the information. The fewer things he was aware of, the more accurately he could perceive the reality.

Following that, Alex rode down in the elevator with the housekeeper until they reached the ground level.

After Alex and the housekeeper had parted ways, he set off on his own to make his way to the fortress' entrance. According to patrick, the two mercenary squads that were going to accompany him to the Living Dead Commercial Street were already positioned at the entrance to the compound.

When Alex Leng walked out of the isolated fortress, he saw two armoured mercenaries standing in front of the copper walls and iron walls which were shrouded in the sweltering sun. Behind them were many members of the Mutant who exuded powerful breath.

After he had paused and gotten some distance from the situation, he heard that some of the team's soldiers were already complaining.

"What the hell, I just got back from the assignment, and now I'm making arrangements for work; the company is squeezing employees too!"

"Be as quiet as possible so that the captain doesn't hear you speaking. Because of his temper, you have no choice but to hang your clothes out to dry in the sun..."

Uh ...

Alex's sharp ears picked up on the many different complaints coming from the team, but he continued to approach the situation without giving them any attention.

You are the important person, Lord Parek reportedly said, right?

At this precise moment, a massive man stood in Alex's path and questioned him in a haughty manner.

When Alex raised his head, he saw that the man in front of him was a power-type Doomsday fighter. He was nearly two metres tall and had a face full of a fierce appearance. The power of was somewhere between two and three, which indicates that it will probably soon break through the third stage.

"Well, it looks like you are Captain Philip, so I guess we can leave now."

Alex gave a chilly response, sidestepping the question directly, and the opening-end let the self-respecting noble Doomsday soldier eat a puppet...

"You guy!"

Philip was taken aback, and then he became a little bit angry. He was unable to detect the breath of the Mutant from the other side, but the Mutant dared to ignore himself so much; could it be a brain-enhanced wise man? Philip was confused.

I didn't go to Alex when I had a problem because the person in charge of Parik made him seem like such a crucial figure that he must have some remarkable capabilities.

I was very careful to make sure that he didn't remember this sadness in his heart...

"I'm Gilbert, and I serve as the team captain for the Falcons. I have it on good authority that you, like me, are an Doomsday hunter."

After some time had passed, another man with distinctive breath and a smile approached, but in contrast to the first Philip, this Philip was already an extremely gentleman.

Alex looked at him, his dark face, sharp eyes like eagle eyes, and the arms that were stretched out, although not very strong, but full of streamlined muscle lines. Alex could also tell at a glance that the other party was an agile and enhanced hunter, so he also extended his hand to hold each other.

"Hello, are you able to get us moving?"

The tone that Alex uses is still very uninteresting, but in comparison to the past, it is extremely unusual for him to say hello...

"Hahaha, I guess you are also an agile and strengthened hunter. So impatient, let's go now, Philip; have your team start the vehicle, and hunt once more!"

After that, Alex suddenly became aware of a number of loud engine roars coming from behind him!