Chapter 81 A Priceless Specimen!

Bobby pondered and responded. "Um, I can't actually take this giant of the body to my home….. I think it would be better to visit my office and there I can deal with this guy inside my Devil's Lair 1.0."

From around his neck, he removed the miniature Red vehicle, wearing it as a neck chain, and placed it over the dusty ground. He then took a portable black ball-like AI of the vehicle out and spoke. "AI, deactivate the Super Sub-sizing mode."

The Black AI ball illuminated and spoke out in Morgan Freeman's voice. "Analyzing the Authenticity of the Voice!"

Beep! Beep! Beep!

,m "Authentication success!"

"Welcome back, Mr. Bob!"

"Now, I'm launching the program for Deactivating the Super Sub-sizing mode."

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Following that, the miniature vehicle expanded and finally stopped after maintaining its original shape; a red beautiful vehicle was now visible on the dusty ground of the Ghost-town dark alleyway in the city.

From inside the truck, Bobby got some packages out. He then made his way to the case where he took out a syringe and a drug and gave Mr. Baldy a shot. "Hmm, this might keep him from waking up for at least half an hour,"

Having thrown Mr. Baldy into the trunk, he jumped into the red supermodel vehicle, and the next thing he knew; the engine had started, and the vehicle rolled toward his office inside the secret military base.

The trip to the military site took about twelve minutes, and another couple of minutes, to get to his office. He then parked the red vehicle on the curb and got out of it, and after that, he activated the Devil's Eye Skill and used the X-ray vision, and scanned around him.

Upon learning that there was no one in that neighborhood, Bobby opened the trunk, took out Mr. Baldy, and threw him over the edge of the strange building where his office was located. It was there that he inserted the golden key into the private part of the naked angel drawn over the wall. The angel then sucked the key inside and a giant opening appeared for the passage inside the building.

Bobby picked Mr. Baldy up and dropped it again over the ground and said, "Hmph, this guy is freaking heavy. Did he eat iron or anything else to gain this much weight?... Hmm, at least a tone, I guess."

"Just a tone. You can handle it easily... What?... With this little weight, you can't even lift it. Okay, now get him inside before someone catches you taking someone hostage inside nonetheless on a military base." Cynthia's voice ran through his mind, part provocative, part warning not to complicate things because of his laziness.

"Hmm, fine. I will just drag him into the building. There is no way I can carry him." Then Bobby lifted him by his left leg and dragged him over the floor as he entered the building.

While on his way inside his office room, Cynthia said while giggling, making a sonorous tune inside his head. "Hee-hee-hee, you know what…. It's no doubt that you're a cold-hearted mofo."

"Oh, come on. I'm nothing like that….

It's just that this guy is really heavy and for once, it's his lucky day that I didn't just throw him all the way here from outside the building." Bobby responded languidly and threw him toward the edge of the secret compartment inside the room.

The unconscious Mr. Baldy was thrown to the ground and left untidy on the floor, grunting in pain as his heavily battered butt made long friction with the ground.

"Humph, what a sissy?... can't even bear that…" Bobby snorted and said coldly.

"Indeed, sure, you are one hell of a cold-hearted one mofo." Cynthia opined her conjecture again.

"Who cares?... Don't you see I have already spared his life?... And for god's sake, this guy was extremely boorish and spit nonsense." Bobby retorted back as if she had erred in accusing him. "And what is with you today?.... Cussing over this mere thing is very unlike you."

"Mere thing?... Dude, this guy might be the last of his kind with Titan bloodlines. Moreover, you have already exasperated him unfairly and if this were the olden days, they would hunt you down and make you their toilet cleaner for sure." Cynthia commented.

"Titan?... You mean, akin to those who battled the ancient gods with their bare feet and hands?" He was enthusiastic in his response since, having read the story of their legend in the Chronicle of Mythological Books, he considered it baseless and there was no historical record of it at all, maybe just a fable. In spite of that, there was a shred of something in his deepest conscience that still wished to believe all those stories about the Titans, old gods, and demons roaming the earth that he once had heard and read.

"Regardless of what you think; Titans, Celestials, Devas, and Asuras, for instance, really do exist. You might not know this as every factual record of them among you humans on the earth was wiped clean by them before they left the earth…. But the outside, many intelligent species knew them clearly well. No, all of them cowered with fear in their presence, okay?" Cynthia responded, explaining patiently. She then continued, starting from how the four clans left the earth to conquer every alien race over their path of the entire region, which was now called the Remnant of Titan's region.

"Having conquered the entire region, the four supreme clans divided it up into four equal regions and settled in each of them. Eventually, tensions began to flare between the four supreme clans, and wars erupted," She added.

"They engaged in three apocalyptic wars known as the Three Wars of Ragnarok...

Wars brought out the best and the worst part of them. With that, they reconciled among themselves after seeing the destruction caused by their greed, and they finally left, entering that warm hole together. At the end of the Third Ragnarok, they found the warm hole that led to another plane and they all left the war-torn Remnant Of Titan's region together after too much sacrifice was made of their greed." Cynthia ended her story, and she asked after pausing for a moment. "Now-now, are you aware of the gravity of acquiring such a precious commodity that might never be available again? So play nice."

Hearing the story of the three wars of Ragnarok enthused him greatly and his opinion of the big-mouthed Mr. Baldy completely turned 180, as Bobby's eyes scintillated brightly and he said, gazing at the still conscious Mr. Baldy. "Yo-Cynthia, why didn't you tell me about this earlier?... Because of you withholding the information, I almost ruined mine once in a lifetime precious subject." His words completely blamed her.

Having gulped down his cynical words, Cynthia countered incisively and foolproofed her statement. "Wow, that's shameless on a whole new level... You are now blaming me for ruining it after all it is you who insists on beating the crap out of this baldy, and for the record, if I stayed silent all this time at least you might spare the body parts of this guy to be used as dog food for the strays in the city... Shame on you, oh man."

In response to her statement, Bobby simply ignored her as if he didn't care about it at all and he continued observing his latest, newest subject to be.

Eventually, he reached into the secret compartment and picked up Mr. Baldy's leg, saying, "Bring me and him inside Evil's Lair One-point-O."

Within seconds, the wall began folding inward and both Bobby and Mr. Baldy were sucked into it, and it reverted to its previous state.

Two seconds later, Bobby and Mr. Baldy appeared in the air in the large hall of the Evil's Lair, where the stone statue of the female naked lady with wings on her back stood erect in the middle of the room.

Thud! Thud!

Both of them landed on the ground at the same time with a muffle thudding sound. Bobby was fine when he landed on his feet, but the heavy baldy guy was not as fortunate, grunting in pain, still unconscious as his heavily battered butt hit the hard floor.

The sight of his precious specimen landing badly over the ground did not please Bobby. Therefore, he began ranting about the area. "What's wrong with this place?

I have always appeared standing over the room the last two times I have come here…" Then he asked in his mind. "Cynthia, something wrong with this place?"

"Nah, nothing's wrong, just a fluke, maybe…. There are times when this happens when you bring living things with you, and that's what happened in this case. In addition, the person that you brought in was over a tonne in weight." Cynthia responded. "Alright, tell me what you're going to do with him?"

"Nothing much. I will hold him captive inside here for the time being. So, Cynthia, this place must have a holding cell, right? " In an answer, Bobby asked a question.