Creepy Pharmacist: All my patients are scary!

Chapter 588: The Decadent Life of an Executive

Along the way, the Plague Doctors from the various Action Departments who answered Lynn's summons also hurriedly joined the procession.

"Move aside! Get out of my way!"

"By the Doctor's highest order, during the operation to annihilate those two intruders, every department within Leviathan must unconditionally comply with our operational directives! Those who disobey will be executed!"

With that, Lynn's Little Brother loudly cleared the path with a commanding shout and the commission in hand.

The flesh-and-blood creatures and Plague Doctors along the road all stared wide-eyed, terrified. I hugged the wall and pressed myself to the side, afraid that I might be casually cut down while walking.

[Ping! Your reputation with the Plague Doctor Alignment +10]

[Ping! Your reputation with the Plague Doctor Alignment +12]

They made a show of it all the way.

All the lights were green.

As for the identity-check mechanisms, anti-infiltration measures, and sentries in the various zones that were supposed to prevent Lynn from slipping through, none of them dared to act. Every gate that should be open was open, and every checkpoint that should stand aside had stepped back.Who would be foolish enough to test the commander-in-chief of the suppression in front of so many people, the future Eighth Executive Officer?!

They reached the Bio-armament Factory without obstruction. Lynn's Little Brother kicked the factory gate open with a loud bang, and the Plague Doctors behind flowed in like a river. Surrounded by them, Lynn strode into the Bio-armament Factory wrapped in an ostentatious cloak.

Amid the thunderous noise of flesh and blood.

The ragged slaves at work all looked up in terror toward Lynn, who was being flanked by the Plague Doctors.

Without a doubt.

To them, anyone who could muster such a display was clearly a high-ranking official among the Plague Doctors.

"Who's in charge here! Get out here immediately!"

Lynn didn't actually need to speak. His few "trusted aides" were already bellowing with domineering energy, eager to exercise their petty authority and show off before their rising boss.

At the shout, several Plague Doctor overseers in the factory hurried out, trembling with fear.

"We are—may we ask what this is about..."

Before they could finish speaking, Lynn's Little Brother snapped the commission paper open and said flatly:

"By the Doctor's highest command, in order to carry out a full-scale annihilation of those two intruders, all weapons and equipment produced by your Bio-armament Factory shall be centrally allocated and dispatched by us. You have fifteen minutes to prepare the materials listed. Any delay will be punished under military law!"

At those words, the overseers who had not yet received orders were utterly stunned.

They widened their eyes and took the list to read it.

And reading was worse than not reading.

Two of them fainted on the spot at what they saw.

[Ghost-Faced Screamer] x100

[Spider Exoskeleton Individual Mobile Bio-armament] x500

And so on!

Tons!

Tons, indeed!

The overseers collapsed to their knees with a thud, panicking: "Sirs! Sirs! Are you sure this list isn't a joke? Even if you emptied every stockpile in our factory, we couldn't possibly reach those numbers!"

"This is too big a decision for us. We demand to see our Elders! We must obtain face-to-face authorization from our superiors!"

The overseers grew angry.

But before they finished speaking, one of Lynn's aides took out a top-level administrative order signed by the Doctor and said expressionlessly:

"No need. Your superior is still in recovery. This is an order personally signed by the Doctor. It does not require your superior's authorization. Take us to the warehouse immediately!"

The overseers were shocked, snatched the order, and read it over and over.

Black on white.

It truly was authorization from their Doctor, Daybreak.

"This... this..."

"What kind of joke is this? How could the Doctor sign such a ridiculous order? We insist on seeing the Doctor in person!"

They raged, preparing to refuse.

"How dare you question the Doctor?!"

But Lynn's aides hardened their gazes and kicked them aside, then waved a big hand and shouted:

"Brothers, move it! Follow the list to the letter. Not one hair less. If the count isn't met, military law will apply!"

"Yes!"

The Plague Doctors from the various Action Department squads behind Lynn immediately surged in. Under the eager oversight of the overseers, they rushed toward the factory warehouse and began hauling everything out.

Each one looked like a bandit, spirits high. They not only removed material, they stuffed more in as well!

In no time, huge batches of Bio-armament were carried out by the Plague Doctors in orderly queues, like a conveyor belt, returning to stand before Lynn.

Seated in a high-ranking executive outfit, Lynn sat back in his chair, one hand holding the red tea his subordinates had brought. His ornate metal boots were casually crossed at the knees. With a flick of his finger he opened the System Space entrance to its maximum and, with an air of listless command, directed:

"Handle gently. Keep them in line. Don't mess up. One at a time."

[Ping! You obtained Ghost-Faced Screamer x10]

[Ping! You obtained Corrosive Arm x29]

[Ping! You obtained Mechanical Shock Tumor x20]

System notifications chimed in his ears as Lynn, tone indifferent, used a straw to sip tea inside his mask. Boredly, he and Losh and Miaomiao's Zuo Zuo tasted the fine red tea one sip at a time.

Zuo Zuo, dazed, bit out of habit and gulped the tea, her consciousness already buzzing.

Because this was ridiculous!

Not long ago they had been clinging nervously to the walls, afraid of being discovered by Leviathan's Plague Doctors. But in under half an hour they were being waited on by dozens of Plague Doctors, sitting here leisurely sipping red tea.

And those Plague Doctors were lining up to put valuable items into Stupid Brain's dimensional pouch.

This...

Is this for real?

Even dreams wouldn't dare be this extravagant!

And looking at the contented, carefree expression on Stupid Brain's face, he seemed genuinely comfortable. How did he so quickly adapt perfectly to this decadent, depraved lifestyle!

Is he really Night Doctor material?!

Does he still remember the mission that brought him here?!

"Executive, would you like a refill?" a bootlicker asked obsequiously.

"Refill, add two more pieces of rock sugar."

"Executive, two girls from our Action Departments have adored you for a long time. Now that you've risen to high rank, they desperately wish to come serve by your side. Should we transfer those two girls over?"

"Girls? Hah, I don't need girls."

"Executive, they are Succubus girls."

"........"