Creepy Pharmacist: All my patients are scary!

Chapter 384: The Night Ops Squad and the Anti-Equipment Cluster

Seeing his panel introduction, Lynn was inwardly surprised.

Because this was actually a biochemically modified body that had once joined the Mechanical Cult.

In other words, was this the kind of ruthless person who, yearning for the Mechanical Cult, had his living self modified into a pure machine, then found the Mechanical Cult unsatisfactory and wanted to modify himself back?!

Lynn immediately snapped back to attention, smiling and saying:

"Sir, welcome to the Abnormal Creature Reception Center. It is not currently Doctor Aier's shift. If you wish to seek medical treatment, I can also be of service to you."

Lynn spoke very politely, clearly appearing to be a very proper creature.

The Wanderer glanced at him, saying deeply, "Why do you look somewhat familiar to me?! I feel like I've seen you somewhere before?!"

Lynn adjusted his monocle, chuckling cheerfully, "I have a common face. Many people find me familiar when they first see me. Don't you think this is also a manifestation of approachability?"

The Wanderer raised an eyebrow, sparks crackling from the broken parts of his cheeks, clearly not buying Lynn's answer.

He sized Lynn up from head to toe.Then he suddenly narrowed his eyes and asked:

"Are you from Sin City? Have you... had any conflicts with the Demonkin Association?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Lynn almost instantly understood why he felt familiar.

But Lynn's expression remained unchanged. He revealed his clean white teeth, smiling brightly as he said:

"No, I haven't."

The Wanderer stared at him intently, as if searching through his memory. Then he forcefully slapped his own head, and a projection shot out from his eye sockets that glowed with red light.

The projection slowly constructed a holographic image on the counter.

In that flickering image, it seemed to be inside an underground hall. A young man riding a massive head heavily crashed through a steel gate. The dragon head surging on his shoulder angrily spewed scorching flames, pouring torrents of fiery heat throughout the entire space.

And in that instant, the face of the young man in the image overlapped with Lynn's face before him.

A flicker of shock and horror instantly appeared in his eyes.

No wonder he felt somewhat familiar.

Because he never, ever expected to encounter that mysterious young man who had annihilated the Demonkin Association here in Nightfall City!

Almost instantly, he reflexively stepped back, his hands gripping the firearms at his waist.

"You're that Origin Rider who rode a Root and obliterated the Demonkin Association?!"

He shouted.

A sense of crisis abruptly surged from all sides.

Lynn roughly understood the current situation. He smiled and adjusted his monocle, saying:

"Sir, I believe you must have mistaken me for someone else. I am a Trainee Night Doctor of Nightfall City. You may call me Good Doctor, sir, or Doctor Good Doctor. As for the Origin Rider you mentioned, I'm not very familiar with that."

The Wanderer's gaze flickered, his fingers resting on the holstered pistol twitching slightly.

What he didn't notice was that above him on the ceiling beam, behind him, and beneath his feet, one after another nearly invisible thin threads had appeared.

For a moment.

The atmosphere became tense and confrontational.

He stared at Lynn with a flickering gaze, narrowing his eyes as he said, "No need to deny it. Your appearance has long been circulated among the various branches of the Demonkin Association. I just never expected that violent Origin Rider to appear now in the Night Doctors' Nightfall City..."

Lynn smiled without speaking.

Actually, when Lynn saw his structure combining flesh and machinery, he more or less suspected this Wanderer had some connection with the Demonkin Association.

Because the Demonkin Association was one of the few organizations in the Dark World developing in both the fields of flesh and machinery.

Without a Root overseeing them, their strength certainly couldn't compare to the Mechanical and Flesh and Blood Cults.

But in terms of mechanical and flesh modification, the Demonkin Association still possessed vast knowledge.

Lynn sat up straight, composed and at ease, clasping his hands together, smiling brightly as he said:

"So you're a remnant of the Demonkin Association?"

This statement basically confirmed his own identity.

The Wanderer looked at him with a cold sneer, his eyes showing an "as expected" expression. He still maintained a tense, ready-to-fight posture, saying:

"Remnant isn't quite accurate, but I've always had a good cooperative relationship with the Demonkin Association. Logically speaking, since I've encountered the culprit who destroyed the association here, shouldn't I eliminate you and then trade your head with those few branches?"

"Your head is worth an entire town to them over there."

He sneered coldly, his hand on the holstered pistol slowly releasing the safety.

Lynn took a deep breath, opening his dead-fish eyes as he said, "So you've always been this brave?"

The Wanderer sneered coldly, not saying a word.

Lynn wasn't in a hurry either. He picked up his teacup, the corner of his mouth quirking up as he said:

"If you have that idea, then let me analyze the current situation for you."

He smiled and adjusted his monocle, appearing very elegant.

"First, you don't know me. But since you already know it was me who brought three Root-level beings to annihilate the Demonkin Association, don't you think about what your chances of winning are against me?"

"Second."

Lynn crossed his hands, raising one finger, smiling brightly as he said:

"This is still Nightfall City. Unless you can kill me discreetly, assaulting a Night Doctor is a serious crime in Nightfall City."

"Third."

Lynn glanced at his watch, opening his dead-fish eyes as he said:

"I was just assassinated yesterday. So you now have three seconds to put down your weapon. Otherwise, I can't guarantee what will happen next."

The Wanderer sneered coldly, "Are you trying to act tough with me?"

Lynn shook his head and sighed, "Why can't you understand plain language? You are still my patient, I can still protect you. But the moment you attack me, the nature of this immediately changes! Can't you see I'm trying hard to persuade you to be kind?"

The sneer on the Wanderer's face grew even more pronounced as he said:

"Is that so? But from my perspective, you're just putting on a front. The branches have already studied you thoroughly. You rely solely on the power of those three Roots. Without those three Roots, you're nothing. Just like right now, if I want to kill you, you have no way to—"

*BANG—*

A loud noise.

Before he could finish his sentence, a baton materialized out of thin air behind his head and instantly delivered a critical strike to his head, directly knocking the Wanderer to the ground.

Before the Wanderer could figure out what was happening, the surrounding air rippled. One after another, Night Doctors holding riot batons and wearing plague doctor masks appeared like Gestapo agents, materializing one by one.

Almost in an instant.

The originally empty main hall became densely packed with a large number of plague doctor Night Doctors.

The Wanderer stammered in confusion, "Wait, what is this situation..."

Those suddenly appearing Night Doctors glanced around, looking at each other.

Then over a dozen Night Doctors instantly swarmed forward, directly surrounding the Wanderer in the middle. Their batons *crackled* as they began a group beating on the Wanderer.

One particularly burly Night Doctor even jumped up, wielding his baton to deliver jumping overhead strikes one after another.

One of the Night Doctors twisted the communicator by his ear, quickly reporting:

"Night Patrol Squad 23 reporting. Protected personnel Good Doctor, sir, threatened by an individual of unknown identity. Target suspected of being an accomplice of a Plague Doctor. Before the target could commit violence against the protected person, we preemptively applied violence to the target. Target suspected to be a mechanical unit. Squad 23 requests emergency support from the Anti-Mechanism Unit. Over."