Chapter 149 You Are the only One Who Likes to Laugh, Right?

"Hum-hum-hum-hum~~Hum-hum-hum-hum~~Hum-hum-hum~Hum-hum-hum~Hum-hum~"

Lezren smiled as he hummed a nameless tune until the elevator's falling sensation gradually slowed down and the tune was abruptly cut off by him.

Taking advantage of the time when the elevator door was open, he rubbed his cheeks with both palms. When the elevator door was completely opened, a familiar smile had already appeared on the corners of his mouth.

Yes, he nodded to every person passing by with his signature faint smile, whether the other party responded with a flattering smile or a distant coldness - these were things that he didn't need to care about.

He walked into the spacious office, which was already brightly lit. Five secretaries helped him organize the various documents on the table with their hands and feet. When they saw him walk in silently, they immediately put down their work and left.

Before leaving, they also helped him turn off all the light sources in the room except the computer screen.

"Hmph..."

He let out a long breath, leaned back against the chair, put his right hand on the armrest, and supported his head in a daze.

"Ding!"

A pop-up window suddenly popped up on the computer screen.

"Huh?"

Lezren's eyes condensed, and he chuckled and leaned forward, "Is it finally here... I've been waiting for so long."

As expected, the pop-up window didn't say anything good:

[Doesn't your conscience hurt? ]

"Puff! Hahahaha!"

Lezren clenched his right fist and pounded his forehead and laughed wildly.

"No way? What era is it? Does anyone still believe in conscience?"

A line of cold metal touched his throat, and his throat moved unconsciously, followed by a burning feeling, that is, the blade has broken his skin.

"Ka..."

He bit his back teeth lightly, but it was not entirely because of fear - I'm afraid it was more shocking and unwilling, at least in Mikael's eyes.

But can we only say that he is worthy of being a noble?

While Mikael was still secretly thinking about whether to move the blade a little further away from his skin, he had already spoken in an exaggerated and presumptuous tone without any care:

"Hey! Mikael, I've heard of you for a long time. This is the first time we meet."

"Ah--" Mikael responded casually: "If possible, I would rather we just have a spiritual connection."

"Ha--" He imitated Mikael and dragged out the tone, even though it made the skin and muscles on his neck tremble constantly, so that the cut made by the blade became bigger and bigger, and the blood gradually stained his collar red.

"By the way, how am I worse than Vassago? You'd rather fight with him than come to me? You know, he's a rigid and cowardly protohumanist. I'm different! I've always advocated equal dialogue with a Herrscher like you who has human consciousness. Think about it, with the wisdom of the Fire Moth plus your power, there's nothing we can't do. Collapse... that's just..."

"You'd better say less."

Mikael withdrew the dagger and sat down at a table at random.

"If you keep saying that, I'll suspect you're insulting my intelligence - I'm afraid you just thought of the second half of your words, right?"

"How could that be, my friend, these are all my heartfelt words!"

"Tsk!"

Mikael couldn't help laughing.

Lezren finally stopped his nonsense and wiped his bloody neck with his hand... and then started again:

"Oh, do you think my words just now were just fake? But aren't you the same? Since you didn't want to kill me in the first place, why bother pretending to be scary? My shirt is very expensive!"

Mikael rubbed his eyebrows and felt a little regretful...

"Why don't you talk?"

"I was thinking that maybe Alicia is more suitable to deal with you. But she doesn't want to come..."

"So?"

"I'm thinking whether to kill you directly."

"Hahaha, come on!"

Lezren stood up without hesitation and groped the wall in the dark to turn on the light.

"Killing me is not a good decision for you."

He quickly glanced at the surveillance on the door frame of the office. The surveillance seemed to be working normally, but he had reason to believe that the guy named Weiwei had used some means to keep the picture seen in the monitoring room at the moment before Mikael appeared.

"You have to think about it. If you kill me here, even if there is no evidence that you did it, you and the others will be the suspects in most people's minds, right? Some crimes, once committed, can never be washed away! Oh my, the Herrscher who claims to fight for humanity actually killed the top leaders of human civilization for no reason, tut tut tut."

"You don't have to test whether I dare or not, you have to admit one thing."

Mikael used traditional skills. He first observed Lezren's office-very good, several times larger than Vashak, more than 30 meters long, it should be able to fit.

So he snapped his fingers lightly.

Lezren felt that his head hit a steel plate, and he quickly took two steps back and stood against the wall. It was not until he raised his head again that he saw-

What he just hit was a thick rail-the rail of the 430mm railgun, a rail that was 30 meters long and completely occupied the entire office.

"I know... I know..." Mikael covered his eyes, and half of his face and body trembled violently because of the pain.

He suddenly let go of his hands, his eyes widened abnormally, his pupils shrank to the smallest size, and there was a crazy and paranoid smile on his lips:

"Hahahaha! That is indeed the worst choice. Yes, that's right! That is the worst choice, but so what! I seem to have a serious illness in my mind now, and I can't see the excitement. Hee hee hee... Hahaha! You Look, Mebius has prescribed medicine for me... No, I can't help it, hahahaha - I feel like I'm going to kill you, I really want to destroy everything here!"

Along with the harsh laughter, a drop of cold sweat from his forehead slipped into Lezren's eyes, and he could only let out a muffled groan - Damn it, it was obviously fine just now, but how could a huge mountain press on his shoulders in an instant... …

Damn it, all the limbs seem to be nailed down, unable to move at all... Is it the power of space? No, I'm still trembling,

Come on, you can't even laugh when faced with such a funny Yan Yi performance? It's really not elegant at all...

He was able to take a small breath, but with all his strength, he could only twitch the corners of his mouth twice.

"Wait a minute, this doesn't seem good..."

Mikael returned to normal a little quickly. He waved his hand, and the railgun dissipated, and the inexplicable pressure also dissipated.

But just when Lezlen was about to breathe a sigh of relief, an even stronger pressure surged over him and strangled his throat, causing him to only make a "ho ho" sound.

Then, an old-fashioned gunpowder-powered cannon was constructed.

Mikael covered his eyes and walked slowly towards Lezlen, letting out a horrifying laugh as he walked:

"Hehehe...hahahaha...hahahahaha!"

His entire arm and the back of his hand were bursting with veins, but his words were calm: "To be honest, I've wanted to do this for a long time!"

"I've wanted to do this for a long time!"

"I've wanted to do this for a long time!"

"Why are you laughing? Why are you laughing? Why are you laughing!"

He grabbed Lezren's bloody collar and stuffed him whole into the huge barrel, leaving only one head exposed.

Then he slapped that handsome face ninety-nine and eighty-one times, until the face turned into a bloody mess, until his whole body was spattered with blood, he snapped his fingers, and the wounds on Lezren's body He recovered quickly again, and all the blood stains disappeared.

"Are you still cool?"

"Ho ho——"

Lezren forced a smile, but his elegant smile was undoubtedly the biggest irony in Mikael's eyes.

"You like to laugh, you like to laugh, you like to laugh, right..."

He stuffed his fingers into Lezren's mouth and pulled them apart violently on both sides. The corners of Lezren's mouth instantly opened behind his ears.

As for his scream, he grabbed his throat and choked it back before he could even let it out.

His eyeballs were also pulled out and crushed, and the sticky white pieces splashed back on his face, while the string-like nerves were still hanging long in his empty eye sockets.

But a few minutes later, these injuries healed again, as if nothing had happened.

This time he finally stopped laughing. The continuous pain almost made him go into shock, but his mind became clearer. Even though he looked crazy, Mikael still maintained the most basic sanity, at most. Let him suffer a little without actually killing him.

"call……"

Mikael took a few deep breaths.

To be fair, Lezren didn't actually have much grudge against him, but he really couldn't help it, no matter what, he couldn't help it at all -

"Mebius is really right. Doing violent things when you feel uncomfortable will make you feel much better."

He gestured again, and a pair of invisible hands in the space grabbed Lezren's blond hair and pulled his head up.

"Comfortable...wait a moment..."

A rift in space was created, and a large box of letters fell in front of Mikael.

"You should also know in your heart that these things are in my hands now, which is very bad for you."

"Hoho...ho...haha!"

Lezlen glanced at the clock on the wall and laughed mischievously again, but this time, Mikael, who was in the "sage time", did not output violence anymore.

"If my calculation is correct, in the next two minutes, a cruise missile will land on Dusk Street due to a drill error. Haha, won't you go back?"

"Oh, so you've already made the arrangements? But it doesn't matter."

Mikael casually took out his mobile phone, dialed Velvet's communication, and turned on the speakerphone in a show off:

"Vilvi, there is a little thing flying towards you."

"Ha! I discovered it earlier. Wait a minute. Hehe, the second divine key, the second rated power, liberation!"

Nothing happened, only Velvet's excited shouts.

Lezlen's eyes met with Mikael's, and the latter sneered.

Lezlen is not that crazy, and he simply cannot afford the price of Mikael completely losing control.

The latter understood that it was just a training bomb at most, which could not cause any harm. It was just a demonstration: You see, except for you, the reverse entropy is just an ant in front of the fire-chasing moth. As long as I find suspicious Wherever anti-entropy is located, I have the power to destroy it immediately. The "mutual non-aggression" you and Mei have done is just empty talk.

But this threat is exactly what Mikael wants, and the current situation is the best illustration:

"The Second God's Key, what is that?"

For the first time, Lezren showed an incredible look on his face - although he didn't understand what the Key of God was, nor how they blocked the missile attack, there was no doubt that this quack organization called Anti-Entropy had surpassed the Fire Moth in some aspects!

No, not just surpassing, but taking a path that the Fire Moth didn't take.

Yes, there are also fusion warriors... God knows if Mikael had all the members of Anti-Entropy turned into fusion warriors?

Now, even if Mikael is not here, even if Mikael, Alicia and the strange man are not here, they have the means to deal with the attack of the Fire Moth!

In this way, the so-called "non-aggression" agreed by Mei and them after the fourth collapse will come true...

No, it's more than non-aggression. Now Anti-Entropy has become the stronger party to some extent...

But...

"Let me be frank - I'm here to blackmail you. Of course, I'm a reasonable person. These things can't affect your family. At most, they will cause some minor troubles. So my request is not excessive. I know that you have privately hoarded a large amount of serum for treating collapse disease and made a lot of money by selling these serums...

"My request is not high. One hundred serums, you tell me a location, and I will pick it up myself."

"Are you blackmailing me? You are robbing me! Oh my God!"

Seeing Lezren's unchanging smile, Mikael pursed his lips and raised his hand without hesitation.

But Lezren had already retracted his head into the barrel.