Creepy Pharmacist: All my patients are scary!

Chapter 582: For Our Lofty Ideals! Absolutely Not!

"Yes, Doctor."

Then that high-ranking official suppressed his rage, staring coldly at Losh (Lynn) on the screen, and said heavily:

"Speak. What weapons do you still need?"

The moment those words fell.

Lynn, who was being held back by his subordinates, instantly retracted his anger, pushed them away, and quickly pulled a pre-prepared list from his pocket. He adjusted his mask seriously and said:

"Just hand them out according to this list. Thank you."

"..."

The entire hall fell silent.

Even the subordinates who had been holding him back froze in place, staring at their commanding officer who had suddenly calmed down, completely speechless.

And it wasn't just them. Even the high-ranking officials in the First Chamber were caught in an eerie silence.Because it was too fast!

His shift was too fast!

Wasn't he just acting like an explosive mess, shouting about how he'd "carried guns and bled for the organization"? How had his attitude changed so instantly?

He was faking it!!

His direct superior wore a strange expression.

And the high-ranking official from the Bio-armament Factory had a face darker than shit—as ugly as could be.

Clearly.

He could already tell that the squad leader wasn't genuinely angry. Instead, he was using that explosive attitude to pressure them into handing over a large amount of supplies.

He had the list ready beforehand!

Suppressing his boiling fury, he said:

"Transmit the list back!"

Click, click, click—

Very obediently, Lynn used the operation methods in Losh's memories to send the list to the First Chamber through the Leviathan's flesh and blood.

The high-ranking official angrily grabbed the list and quickly scanned it.

"..."

A brief silence.

"Are you robbing a bank?!"

With that roar, the official couldn't hold it in anymore. He slammed the list onto the screen, stomping in fury:

"You want this much?! Why don't you just ask for my head too?! If I gave you all this, could your tiny space even fit it?! Just kill me!"

He cracked!

He completely cracked!

Doctor 315 said heavily: "What the hell is wrong with you?!"

That official pointed at Losh (Lynn) on the screen, filled with rage:

"Doctor, it's not that I want to lose my temper, but they're demanding the impossible! They want to strip my entire factory bare!"

Lynn's direct superior took the list with a conflicted expression and examined it carefully.

After reading it, even he—the direct superior of Losh (Lynn)—was twitching wildly at the corners of his mouth, drenched in sweat.

To be fair, he originally thought his squad leader would indeed ask for a bit more.

After all, he'd been screwed over.

That was understandable.

But after seeing this list, he knew he had been far too naive.

[LIST]

[Ghost-Faced Screamer] x100

[Spider Exoskeleton Individual Mobile Bio-armament] x500

[Mechanical Shock Tumor] x800

[Corrosive Arm] x50

[Spirit Shock · Death Vine] x100

And so on.

If it were just this, it wouldn't be too much.

After all, the production capacity and inventory of the Bio-armament Factory could fully supply these weapons and armaments.

But that wasn't the point.

Because below this list, there was a small line of text.

It read:

[Unit: Tons]

His direct superior was twitching in pain, wiping sweat repeatedly. He turned to look at Losh (Lynn) on the screen and said stiffly:

"No manners! That's way too much! What do you need all that for? Even if we gave it to you, you couldn't store it!"

But Losh (Lynn) remained serious, adjusted his mask, and said heavily:

"Report, sir! I studied all relevant data and carefully considered this list. And these supplies aren't just for our squad alone. My suggestion is that, given the power of that Mechanical Girl, every squad inside the Leviathan should have such a configuration to fight the enemy!"

"..."

A brief silence.

His direct superior froze in place.

Then he immediately nodded, did a 180-degree shift in attitude, took the list, turned to face Doctor 315 on the throne, stepped forward, and said with a straight face:

"I believe my subordinate's point is very reasonable."

"I also fully agree. Given the special nature of countering the intruder, I believe every squad in our department should be equipped with such bio-armaments. Please approve, Doctor!"

And behind his back, he gave a thumbs-up to Losh (Lynn) on the screen.

A silent approval.

As if to say: "I never knew you had it in you, kid. Fighting for the whole department's welfare like this? Of course, I've got your back!"

The high-ranking official from the Bio-armament Factory opened his mouth in shock, pointing at Losh (Lynn) on the screen, then at the head of the action department who had instantly changed sides.

"I... I fucking..."

Then he trembled and turned to look at the Doctor on the throne, falling to his knees with a thud.

"Doctor!! You absolutely cannot agree to their demands! The bio-armaments they're asking for are our most precious creations! Annual production barely covers a fraction! If their department takes all of it, our inventory will be drained!"

But before he could finish.

Losh (Lynn) on the screen said hoarsely: "Sir, what do you mean by 'your factory'?! Isn't this our Plague Doctor's factory, our Doctor's factory?! When did it become your personal property?!"

His direct superior said coldly: "Exactly!"

Losh (Lynn) continued heavily: "Besides, isn't bio-armament meant to be used?! Why hoard so much?! Are you waiting for the Mechanical Cult to destroy us and then offer all of it to those damn machines?!"

His direct superior said coldly: "Exactly!"

The high-ranking official was so furious his fingers trembled. One accusation after another left him unable to defend himself, his liver bursting with rage.

"You... a mere squad leader... dares to speak before me..."

Losh (Lynn) shouted: "So what if I'm a squad leader?! A squad leader still serves the Doctor! Serves the lofty ideals of our entire Plague Doctor! If I see something wrong, even if I get fired, targeted, I can't just watch us all suffer!! Absolutely not!"

His direct superior said coldly: "Exactly!"

The high-ranking official was shaking all over, a lump stuck in his throat, unable to swallow or spit it out.

"You... you... I..."

Pfft—

A mouthful of old blood sprayed out of his mouth like a showerhead, splattering past his mask.

And at that moment, Lynn heard the System's prompt in his ears.

[Ding! Congratulations on triggering system achievement: Silver-Tongued Devil. You've gained 200 basic experience points.]

[Silver-Tongued Devil] Special Achievement: Obtained when the host makes any creature vomit three liters of blood using only verbal skills without any force. This proves the host's verbal skills have reached perfection, a true master. Congratulations on receiving a permanent bonus: Charisma +2, All Attributes +3, Tongue Flexibility +2%, Lip Strength +2%.