Chapter 1780


    Chapter 1780


    1-2 was originally in the B area dealing with matters, but he received a call from Tara, which made him


    return to the A area ahead of schedule.


    When he emerged from the exclusive passage, he saw the corridor littered with ck–d individuals


    who had been shot.


    The sight of blood flowing like a river made 1-2 subconsciously furrow his brow. “Damn it!”


    With his entourage, 1-2 stepped over the fallen individuals and quickly made his way to the program


    room.


    As soon as he pushed the door open, he saw Griffon sitting in the middle of the sofa.


    He was loungingzily, with his long legs casually crossed and his hands resting on his thighs, holding


    a blood–stained gun between his palms.


    His head was lightly resting on the sofa, chin slightly raised, and he looked down at the iing


    people with eyes devoid of fear, as if he was looking at dead wolf.


    He had bullet holes in his shoulders and legs, blood continuously flowing.


    “Well done, you managed to make it all the way to the program room,” 1-2 said upon seeing Griffon,


    not ming him but rather apuding him.


    “Erebus needs someone like you, with courage. I like that, but…”


    1-2’s pping hands slowly descended, and he then pulled out a gun and aimed it at Griffon‘ forehead.


    “If you’re not the leader of S, maybe I would spare your life!”


    Before he could finish his sentence, 1-2 pulled the trigger, but unfortunately, Griffon was quicker and


    had already aimed at 1-2’s abdomen, hitting him urately.


    As 1-2 was hit first, his shot missed its mark.


    Griffon dodged 1-2’s bullet and, despite the gunfire from the ck–d individuals behind 1-2, he


    swiftly rushed to 1-2.


    1-2, having been shot, was now clutching his abdomen. In a moment of distraction, his neck was


    restrained by a strong arm.


    Overwhelmed by a sense of suffocation, 1-2 became furious and exerted all his strength to struggle


    with Griffon, but he couldn’t break free from his grip and was disarmed.


    At that moment, Griffon, seemingly impervious to pain, danger, or fear of death, was determined to kill


    1-2.


    Not only did he strangle 1-2 several times, but he also used 1-2’s body as a shield against the bullets.


    The ck–d individuals dared not move, only watching as


    Griffon, with 1-2 in tow, entered the chip room inside the program room.


    As the door closed, Griffon pressed the lock button.


    After seeing several locks on the door, he suddenly raised his elbow and struck 1-2’s back with force.


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    1-2 groaned in pain and, as he tried to get up to confront Griffon, he was shot in the shoulder.


    The piercing pain from the bullet passing through made 1-2 clutch his shoulder and copse on the


    floor, in agony.


    Griffon then lifted his heavy boot and stepped on 1-2’s back, rendering him immobile. He grabbed 1-2’s


    cor and dragged the injured 1-2 towards a row of white surgical pods.


    Despite 1-2’s resistance, Griffon forcefully pushed him into one of the pods. “You dare to perform brain


    surgery on me, you bastard!”


    Griffon didn’t even look at him, but with all his strength, he threw the struggling 1-2 into the pod and


    closed the door.


    He then raised his fingers and pressed the lock button.


    The door quickly sealed shut, and without blinking, Griffon moved to the adjacent start button.


    When he pressed it, the machinery inside began to operate rapidly.