He jerked his foot up and kicked at Bud Charles, who was on his knees pleading.

There was a muffled thud, and Bud Charles's stomach was kicked backwards, and an uncomfortable and painful feeling came from his belly.

His eyes jerked, but before he could clutch his stomach, another fierce wind hit him, and the right side of his face was hit hard by Hill's foot, and with a muffled bang, he only felt a buzzing in his ears, and his brain was kicked out.

Before Bud could react, Hill kicked him in a series of kicks.

Due to the reason for the first opportunity, Bud never had a chance to make a move, and Hill would not give him a chance to make a move.

He is also an ordinary person, and he is also a researcher known for his frail and delicate body, and he usually engages in research projects, so he has no time to exercise.

Therefore, he was kicked by Hill like this, and suddenly there was no chance to turn over, so he could only hold his head and shrink in the corner of the wall in a daze.

Gouda Hill kicked and yelled at Bud frantically, "Wife? Are you worthy of a wife? You are not worthy of your wife and daughter at all, you are a coward, weakling! You're a piece of social trash! ”

Bang! Bang! Bang! The foot continued to hit Bud Charles's body hard, and on several occasions even kicked directly into Bud's head.

Bud held his head and blocked all incoming attacks in the most protective posture he could, his head gradually reacting after being stunned at first.

He started yelling, "Ciel, you dare to hit me!" I'm going to accuse you! I'm going to accuse you of intentional wounding! ”

"Accusations? You don't stand a chance! Gouda Hill stopped the murder, breathing a little heavily, he pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, straightened the heavy square-framed glasses, and sneered with a hideous expression: "How could I give a scum like you to other scumbags to deal with, wouldn't that make you acquitted!" ”

He sneered, and the crazy roar made Bud Charles's pupils shrink, and he looked at Gouda Hill's face with a look of shock, trepidation, and fear.

"Nope! Gouda Hill, you don't have the power to dispose of me! If you kill me, then you are also a sinner, and you are also a criminal! ”

Bud Charles screamed frantically at Gouda Hill in horror, but the constant backward movement of his body still revealed the fear in his heart.

"Criminals?" Gundam Hill straightened up slightly, helped his eyes, and sneered: "I don't care for a long time, what else do I have to look forward to in this desperate world?" ”

"Don't! Don't do that, Ciel, you're a famous scientist in science, your future is very big, you can't ruin yourself like this! For the sake of his own life, Bud Charles has begun to persuade Gouda Hill in a frenzy.

Gouda Hill laughed maniacally, and his fingers couldn't help but tremble as he laughed, as if he had gone mad.

Suddenly, his wild laughter stopped abruptly, and then he yelled at Bud Charles with a hideous expression, "Enough! Put away your excuses and give me a good death! ”

As he spoke, he shouted out the door, "Destroyer! ”

Knock, knock, knock.

Heavy footsteps rang out from outside the door, and Bud Charles turned his head to look out of the door, and it was from this doorway that heavy footsteps came.

A moment later, a tall humanoid figure suddenly appeared, and then moved closer and closer to the iron gate.

Listening to the name of the Destroyer and the heavy footsteps, Bud knew that this guy must be a big man.

Sure enough, the other party's appearance was just as he expected, and a tall and powerful shadow appeared at the door.

The swarthy skin reflected a metallic luster, and the pair of electronic eyes that shimmered red looked like demon's eyes at night, and they were so oozing and terrifying.

"It's... Is this a robot? Bud Charles' eyes widened, and his hand holding his head couldn't help but let go.

"Project TX, you succeeded?" Bud Charles looked at the people who walked in, and his expression suddenly became very ugly.

On the other side, Gouda Hill had a hideous look on his face, he looked at Bud Charles lying on the ground, and laughed wildly, "That's right, this is the TX-1 type, I call it the Destroyer!" ”

"The Destroyer?" Bud Charles' face was full of horror, "You're crazy, you're absolutely crazy!" ”

"Hahaha! That's right!! I'm going to destroy this desperate world! Gundam Hill laughed wildly, but as he laughed, tears welled up in his eyes behind his heavy, square-rimmed glasses.

"I'm going to rule this world, then kill all the idiots of humans, and then destroy this world!" He said with a maniacian laugh.

Finally Gouda Hill's laughter stopped abruptly, and then his voice became low and hoarse, as if the laughter had drained him of all his strength to speak.

"So, I call him the Destroyer!" Gouda Hill gave Bud Charles a sickly smile.

Bud Charles shuddered with his smile, and his curled body shrank into the corner.

Seeing him like this, Gouda Hill's face suddenly converged and became expressionless, "Destroyer, kill him!" ”

After giving this order, he turned abruptly, his eyes behind his heavy square-rimmed glasses suddenly widened, his expression became rather hideous, and he walked towards the door.

Just as he stepped out of the door and closed the iron door, a terrible scream suddenly came from the room, and it was Bud Charles's voice.

Walking out of the room, there was a deep, dark hallway, and he walked down the hallway to the end.

There was an upward staircase exit, and as his footsteps clicked in the stairwell, his widening eyes and hideous expression slowly converged at this moment.

The sound that had been laughing wildly gradually weakened, and finally turned into a low, terrifying and weird laughter, and then slowly disappeared in the end.

His feet creaked up the stairs, and he pulled open the iron door at the top of the stairs.

With one step, he walked out of this hidden door that was placed in a very inconspicuous corner of the research room like a storage room.

When he walked out of the room, his expression had become very calm, behind his heavy square-rimmed glasses was a pair of bland eyes, and the corners of his mouth were flat, without any expression.

Closing the door, he lifted his head and struck a posture with his head held high, then one of his hands on either side of his lips, pushing the flesh up with all his might.

The jagged nails of Liang Gen's fingers sank deep into the flesh of his cheeks, leaving two deep red marks on his cheeks.

And his expression, under such movements, gradually revealed a gentle smile that showed teeth.

But as his hand was lowered, the expression was buried by the flesh of his cheek again.

His face was expressionless again, but he seemed to have memorized the sensation of two fingers pushing the flesh of his cheeks.

His lips lifted to the sides, and a bright, gentle smile came out of his way.

On the contrary, his eyes are very plain, and even very indifferent.

This kind of weird expression, if it were not covered by the heavy square-framed glasses, would definitely be seen by others at a glance, and it would be hairy in the bottom of my heart.

He seemed pleased with his current expression, pushed his glasses and straightened his clothes as he walked towards the outside of the lab.

There was a click, and another door opened as he pulled it, and a somewhat noisy sound came in from outside the door.

It was the sound of people arguing, and they didn't seem to pay attention to whether their volume would affect others.

They want to use their most solid theories, the theories they think are the most correct, to convince their peers to believe their theories.

This behavior made them ignore the tone of their voices that grew louder and louder, and the feeling and attitude of increasing impatience.

When both are senior researchers, and they agree with their own theories and even think that they are right, they unconsciously want to get the other to agree with his ideas.

For this reason, they are willing to do hundreds or even tens of thousands of experiments, and even painstakingly persuade their companions not to believe in other theories, but to believe in his theories.

It is not uncommon for this behavior to eventually escalate into a combination of punches and kicks.

Gouda Hill never paid any attention to this, because he was the owner of the laboratory, and he was also a genius scientist with a reputation in the scientific community.

Therefore, when he puts forward a theory that is contradictory to others, others may not approve of it, but they will not discuss and argue with him on the spot, but will quietly go down to do research to prove Gouda Hill's mistakes.

Eighty percent of the people in this lab have this thought.

Because once they prove that Gouda Hill's theory is wrong, then they will gain a great reputation.

Just kidding, a scientist who defeated the genius scientist Gouda Hill in any field should have been praised for it.

Even if they go to set up their own research room with such prestige, there will be countless sponsors waving money to do research for them.

This is the battlefield of scientists, a battlefield of invisible gunpowder.

Giggling, the sound of high heels stepping on the hallway was quite loud, and a plump beauty came from a distance, her long pale red hair hanging down her waist, just lightly tied with a small strap.

Once this plump beauty walked fast, it was as if a long pale red tail had grown behind her and flicked it around the back of her ass.

This scenery attracts the attention of many interns, especially those who are younger.

There is no way, a ripe and plump beauty can always exude her mature charm all the time, every move.

But she didn't care about the interns' gaze, and instead glanced at Gouda Hill, who was walking towards him with a gentle smile.

Her eyes lit up, and she quickened her pace and headed straight for Gundam Hill, and as soon as she walked in front of the other party, she softly greeted Gundam Hill and handed over a document in her hand.

Gouda Hill glanced at her and smiled slightly, but the pen in the hand of this rich beauty did not read the contents of the document, and wrote her name with a few strokes.

"Thank you, Hill~" The charming woman chuckled, took back the pen that Gouda Hill handed back, and winked at him.

For such a bold hint of the Fengyun woman, Gouda Hill still maintained a gentle smile, and even nodded politely to the Fengyun woman.

But just when the Lady of Harvest thought that Hill was interested in her, Gundam Hill turned around and walked past the Woman Fortune.

The Fengyun woman watched Gundam Hill slip away from her, the coquettish expression on her face suddenly stiffened, and her good-looking brows furrowed fiercely, "What's the matter with this Hill?" Does he have no desires? ”

There was a very frustrated mood in the words.