Wailing, Lin Zhan Long clutched at his chest. A sharp, terrible pain deep inside his chest, as if something was eating its way out of his insides. The pain was so unbearable that he almost went insane. Even though he wanted to black out, his mind refused to.
"…huh? Clown?" I gaped at my friend blankly. Then I snorted. "Okay. So the suit is fine. I'll just need white makeup and red lipstick." I began chuckling darkly and mimicked cutting the sides of my mouth with a razor. "Let's put a smile on that face."
Speaking of the military museum, I had to do some research. First of all, I needed to know which military museum Fred was talking about. As it turned out, I neededn't have worried. There was only a single military museum in Alcia City – the "official" one, so to speak, where they interred their dead and collected all of their rich histories and martial legacies into a single gigantic place.
Yeah. They hated humans and would do anything within their power to destroy us. Including infiltration. They were evolving pretty quickly to adapt to the human defenses. Or perhaps this wasn't the first time, which was why both Zhao Yan and Zhao Zi Jun sounded so calm. In other words, this wasn't anything to panic over.