Reborn, Henry Clark was thoroughly familiar with the situation at the base.

Henry Clark said, “I’ll clean up the scene, then we’ll go see David Miller.”

He drew the God-Slaying Sword and made a slight motion; instantly, the corpses of the vulture and several guards turned into a mass of blood light, merging into the God-Slaying Sword.

In just a few seconds, only a pile of firearms remained on the rough concrete floor. The bodies and bloodstains had all disappeared.

The God-Slaying Sword, having absorbed William Carter’s flesh and blood, had regained a bit of its power. Absorbing the flesh and blood of a few more guards was now very easy.

As for clothes and other items, the God-Slaying Sword didn’t need them. It was only because Henry Clark wanted to clean up the scene that he melted these materials as well.

Although this required extra energy, it could save countless troubles.

Grace Hill was stunned. She had always thought the sword in Henry Clark’s hand was sinister, but to directly melt flesh and blood into light—this was just too bizarre.

As a well-trained assassin, Grace Hill had a decent grasp of physics, chemistry, and other sciences.

Although the Crimson Heart was strange, she could more or less understand its power operation model. But the God-Slaying Sword completely overturned her scientific worldview.

Henry Clark sheathed the sword. He could clearly sense the excited emotions coming from the demonic whispers within.

After absorbing the vulture and the others, the God-Slaying Sword’s power increased a little more.

If William Carter was considered one unit, then the vulture plus five guards equaled about half a unit.

Perhaps the God-Slaying Sword had been hungry for too long; just a little flesh and blood made it very excited.

Now, the surging emotions transmitted by the God-Slaying Sword were clearly urging Henry Clark to continue killing.

Unfortunately, the demonic whispers of the God-Slaying Sword had no effect on Henry Clark.

Henry Clark put the God-Slaying Sword in his left hand and made a silencing gesture to Grace Hill: “This sword of mine is a demon sword. Remember to keep it a secret for me.”

Grace Hill nodded seriously. “I wouldn’t tell even if I died.”

“No need to be so serious. This kind of thing can’t be kept secret for long.”

The God-Slaying Sword would always need to be used, and it was impossible to kill everyone every time. Henry Clark only hoped to delay things as much as possible during the growth phase.

Henry Clark didn’t say much more about this. He continued, “Now let’s go find David Miller. Just say you have an urgent matter to report, and David Miller will see us…”

Henry Clark also explained some details to Grace Hill, so she wouldn’t give herself away by knowing nothing.

The core office area was an independent zone with strong security measures. There were also several secret escape routes.

If David Miller sensed something was wrong and escaped early, Henry Clark wasn’t confident he could stop David Miller.

Actually, David Miller was just a pawn; even if he escaped, it didn’t matter much. The key was that David Miller would expose the identities of him and Grace Hill.

Henry Clark was well aware of how terrifying the Blood God Society was. Compared to that behemoth, the current God-Slaying Sword was insignificant.

Only when the God-Slaying Sword grew to its limit would it be qualified to contend with the Blood God Society.

Henry Clark didn’t explain these stakes to Grace Hill; letting her know would only increase her burden.

As long as he could sneak into the core office area and meet David Miller, he could settle the base’s grudges, find a place to start a new life, slowly accumulate strength, and wait for an opportunity.

Disguised as the vulture, Grace Hill followed behind, with Henry Clark leading the way. The two entered the elevator.

After Grace Hill swiped her smart watch, they took the elevator to the third floor.

They arrived at the security door. The guard responsible for security just glanced at the vulture and opened the door.

The underground base had been running smoothly for over a decade; the guards had long since lost their vigilance.

The core office area was exceptionally clean, with a modern technological style. The walls were silver glass, and the lights were all smart and hidden.

Compared to the dozens of underground training floors, this place was like a palace, while those were like dog kennels.

Henry Clark silently led the way, bringing Grace Hill to the door of David Miller’s office.

The door was a sliding alloy type, clearly very thick and heavy. Two armed robots stood guard in front.

Their silver-white alloy shells gleamed, and they held Thunderstorm Type-3 shotguns, the thick barrels exuding a powerful sense of deterrence.

This model of shotgun could easily penetrate a human body with hundreds of steel pellets per shot. Its power was terrifying. Its huge coverage area was the nemesis of all sorts of fancy combat techniques.

Henry Clark kept his head down and said nothing, not daring to give Grace Hill any signals. He could sense many cameras around David Miller, observing him and Grace Hill from all directions.

Now was absolutely not the time to make any sudden moves.

Fortunately, Grace Hill was very calm. She stepped forward and, using the vulture’s voice, said to the armed robots, “Director Zhou, I have an urgent matter to report…”

Henry Clark trusted the Crimson Heart’s powerful mimicry function to fool the voiceprint recognition.

The armed robots’ communicator was controlled by David Miller. But inside, David Miller remained silent.

Grace Hill received no response, and couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous. Had David Miller discovered something?

Chapter 7: The Observer

A huge circular virtual screen was playing an intense action movie.

The light and shadows shifted constantly, and the battle scenes were extremely fierce and explosive.

David Miller lounged in his executive chair, feet propped up on a luxurious solid wood desk, lazily watching the movie.

To his left were two small virtual screens, clearly showing the two people standing outside the door.

David Miller hadn’t noticed anything amiss, but he had a vague sense of foreboding.