If all went as expected, the spatial vortex should connect to where she was before—that tent surrounded by a horde of monsters.
Damn.
There really were such people.
Chloe gritted her teeth, anger rising within her. At this moment, the only thing she wanted to do was jump down there, kick those idiotic researchers into a sewer, and stuff their mouths with dirty mops.
But one shouldn't act rashly. If she really jumped down like that, she'd probably miss out on a lot of information.
Thinking this, Chloe opened her terminal and sent an "OK" emoji to Ren Yunying, then folded her wings and lightly landed on a tree branch.
She sat casually on the branch, swinging her legs back and forth.
From this distance and angle, she could clearly see the movements of the researchers below and hear the unspeakable things they were muttering.
The Middle-aged Man let out a contemptuous sneer:
"How are things on their side?"
Immediately, a Young Brother approached: "I checked. They're still fighting, not knowing it's endless."
One of them rubbed his hands and smiled, "This is good news. Once they're exhausted, we'll go over and catch them all at once! After all, we still have a bunch of 1038s here."
Sooner or later, they'd be so worn out their hands would fall off.
The Middle-aged Man's lips curled up slightly: "I heard that the little miss of the Vampire clan is no longer with them?"
The people behind him were stunned.
One of them immediately ran to the control panel to take a look.
On the large light screen, there were only four people in the main team of The No.1 Military Academy, along with Ren Yunying and the supporting soldiers. Indeed, Chloe was nowhere to be seen.
A drop of sweat fell from that Young Brother's forehead. His throat bobbed, and then he smiled ingratiatingly:
"Boss, she's indeed not there. Maybe she got carried away and killed her way somewhere else?"Ne/w novel chapters are p/u/blished on no/vel(/bin(.)c/o/m
The Middle-aged Man said nothing, just staring at him silently.
The Young Brother's heart sank, and he fell silent too.
Chloe, watching clearly from above, let out a short, derisive laugh.
That guy must be regretting his unnecessary action now. Why did he have to check the surveillance at the control panel? Now he'd have to take the blame.
If not, she'd try to keep him barely alive when she went down.
With their leader injured, the Viper Group people panicked, huddling together and struggling to run outside.
But in this valley, with its closed terrain, they might not even be able to escape if they wanted to.
Indeed, that was the case.
Chloe fired a shot right in front of their path, successfully stopping them from moving forward.
Only then did she leisurely jump down from the tree, her middle finger lazily hooking the Ion Cannon, spinning it in a flashy circle on her hand.
This kind of weapon was prone to accidental discharge. As she spun it, the group was terrified, not daring to make a sound.
Chloe didn't even spare them a glance.
What was there to look at in a bunch of small fries? As long as they didn't run away, it was fine. Her focus now should be on that Middle-aged Man.
Thinking this, Chloe walked leisurely to the Middle-aged Man, squatted down, and used the still-hot muzzle of the Ion Cannon to lift his face.
The plump Middle-aged Man was naturally not pleasant to look at. Chloe's face showed a look of disgust, but this didn't stop her from taking out a pack of painkillers and hemostatic drugs from her pocket and stuffing them into the Middle-aged Man's mouth and onto the wound on his lower abdomen.
Keeping him barely alive was enough; don't expect too much more.
Seeing that his breathing had stabilized, Chloe smiled, stood up, grabbed a chair from nearby, sat down in a commanding posture with her legs crossed, looking cocky, and asked:
"Come on, tell me honestly, what's your purpose in doing all this?"
The Middle-aged Man had blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, looking seriously injured.
He looked at Chloe with an almost hateful gaze, his eyes bulging, the corners twisted.
Chloe narrowed her eyes in displeasure, pressing the Ion Cannon against his forehead:
"You want another shot?"
The Middle-aged Man's body instantly stiffened.
His throat bobbed, and he sneered:
"Little miss, aren't you just pretending to be confused when you know perfectly well? Why we're doing this, isn't it crystal clear to you?"
Chloe said flatly:
"I don't know."
"You've done too many despicable things. How could I possibly guess what you're trying to do?"