Storming Hollywood / Countess Laura "Takeout"

Upon arrival, Alice decisively announced the result, as always. Kevin, completely unaware that he was about to be torn apart by the pack of she-wolves, was utterly astonished.

Moreover, as he looked around, the man was surprised to find that there were exactly 10 people present.

The number of times he was slashed seems to be... consistent...

Perhaps... maybe... it's just a coincidence?

Kevin turned his head stiffly, just in time to meet the ambiguous smile in his girlfriend Alice's eyes.

P. S.: Going out and flirting with women? If you weren't immortal, you'd be buried alive by now. So, good kids, don't learn this skill before you've mastered it.

I recommend a relatively "single" Fate work @<I'll only ever ship Joan of Arc!>

What are Joan of Arc's three virtues?

Kind, ignorant, and easily swayed.

Whether it's Black Joan), White Joan), Young Joan), Blue Joan), Red Joan), or Joan of Arc), they're all mine!

What? You're saying there's no Red Joan) Blue Joan)

Just make sure they look the same, then it'll be fine.

Chapter 568, Section 597: Daring to Enter Hollywood

In Los Angeles, Hollywood, amidst dilapidated neighborhoods, traces of rust are everywhere; the steel city, weathered by time, has become overgrown with vegetation.

Looking down, abandoned vehicles were piled up and collided, blocking the road, and the foundation, overgrown with weeds, was in a terrible state.

Everywhere there was a sense of desolation and barrenness, as if humanity had been wiped off the face of the earth and their civilization had long since ceased to exist.

"Roar!" Suddenly, a ferocious roar from a beast broke the silence. The grass, more than two meters high, rustled, and a German Shepherd with a collar was the first to jump onto a dilapidated car.

Then, the blonde woman, carrying a shotgun and a short knife on her back, hurriedly slipped into the gap formed by the abandoned vehicles and moved away quickly.

In just a few breaths, the ear-piercing metallic scraping sound rose and fell, and hundreds of humanoid monsters, with bulging muscles and hairless bodies, pounced on the attack like madmen.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Using the terrain as a cover, the blonde woman drew her dagger and swiftly killed two monsters whose heads emerged from the gap, using their corpses to plug the breach.

However, before she could catch her breath, a humanoid monster that had circled around from behind jumped off the roof of the car while she was off guard. Hearing the noise, the blonde woman turned around abruptly.

By sheer coincidence, the tip of her dagger was aimed precisely at the monster's heart; a gentle thrust would end its pursuit...

But the blonde woman seemed stunned; her hand slipped, and the dagger appeared to slip from her grasp.

However, the monster was ultimately more skilled, managing to maneuver and, at the last moment, deliver a flawless blow to the butcher's blade, thus ending its sinful life.

The blonde woman who plunged the dagger into her target's chest and the monster who collapsed to the ground, convulsing in Affliction, exchanged meaningful glances.

"Okay! Everyone take a break. We'll have one hour for lunch, then we'll prepare for the next match!"

Finally, as the monster lay lifeless, the director's response in the distance, "Perfect wrap-up," was like heavenly music.

Alice deftly sheathed her sword, casually pulled the monster up from the ground, and gave a slightly mocking look.

"You're amazing! Spatial displacement! You actually managed to do that!"

Kevin rubbed his forehead and rolled his eyes in Affliction.

"It's all because you forced me to..."

He had originally accepted an invitation from his respectable girlfriend to travel to Hollywood for three days, which he estimated would mainly consist of visiting the set and sightseeing.

Unexpectedly, this woman actually let him join the film crew, making him a temporary actor who was brought in out of nowhere.

He can be an actor, after all. With the financial backing of the SCP Foundation, he can choose whatever role he wants to play.

Whether it's the graceful dance floor under the first stirrings of love, the urban espionage in the midst of a storm, or the bloody duel between two heroes on the run, capturing these moments in a film could be quite romantic.

However, his dream was shattered when Kevin was relegated to a background role as a villain who gets beaten up by his girlfriend Alice.

There are sleazy gangsters, treacherous foreign spies, terrorists who talk about Islam, bumbling American thieves who rob and set fires, and ferocious bio-monsters—all of them are low-level thugs!

What's even worse is that whenever he had a scene alone with Alice, this woman would always cause the shot to be reshot for various reasons (such as accidentally slipping her hand).

As a result, this lowly soldier died seventeen or eighteen times in a row, unable to die even when he wanted to. He had to rely on his exceptional suicide techniques to deliver himself to his girlfriend's knife...

"Not being the male lead is one thing, but do you have to be so ruthless? You won't even give me a chance to show my face, my death depends on your mood..."

Kevin leaned alone against the rock, glancing at Alice beside him with a slight, gloating expression.

"You have to understand, this is for pure art; I absolutely have no intention of retaliating against you!"

Alice, with a straight face and feigning seriousness, handed Kevin a can of iced cola. However, as Kevin pitifully accepted the gift like a puppy, this Valkyrie, who was deliberately trying to prank someone, couldn't help but burst into laughter, almost laughing herself silly.

"Fine, whatever makes you happy..."

Kevin reluctantly raised his hand, having completely given up hope for this Hollywood dream trip. He figured it was all about being tortured, of course, to appease his girlfriend—nothing shameful about that.

However, before the victim could even react, Alice straightened up, reached out and pulled Kevin up, lowered her head, and decisively and frankly pried open her boyfriend's lips, transferring her saliva, completely ignoring the gasps of surprise around them.

"At least, in this game of reality, you're my leading man, are you satisfied now, darling..."

Alice's giggling whisper emboldened Kevin, who was being teased once again. He tightened his grip on his girlfriend's waist with one hand and responded seriously with a straight face.

"Not enough! I should be the one to decide when to stop!"

Then, Kevin cupped Alice's head in his hands and kissed her passionately. In this warm and unrestrained country, he completely abandoned the traditional reserve of Easterners.

The director, corrupted by "Franklin," readily settled the day's wages in full and gave the actors a half-day off in order to appease his breadwinners.

The cheers rose in waves, whether they were blessing the couple or celebrating their own escape from misery.

On an expedition ship in the Aegean Sea, Greece.

"So, you set aside a day to make love?"

Lara ripped off her bulging bra, put on her wetsuit, nudged her best buddy next to her with her elbow, and laughed teasingly.

"Ha, women... all those unfinished scenes were left for the last day, and she hacked me to death more than 20 times over..."

Kevin looked resentful, as if he had begun to doubt the beauty of love.

"Don't worry! I'll make it up to you tonight, my good brother! But, same old rules, let's get to work!"

"This day of yours is something I've worked so hard to earn..."

Lara giggled, patted her "brother" on the shoulder in a friendly manner, and winked seductively.

The holiday was seven days long, but Alice took three days, leaving the remaining ten beauties to share four days equally.

However, the Countess played a guessing game and won by a landslide, successfully obtaining the right to use the Judgment Angel for one day.

Kevin never expected that Lara's chosen entertainment would be a trip to the Aegean Sea for him.

"Cough cough!"

Dr. Richard, a sprightly and esteemed figure in the field of archaeology, poked his head out of the cabin, tapped his pipe on the gunwale, and interrupted his daughter's flirting with someone with a dry cough.

In front of their elders, the two, who were somewhat restrained, put on professional diving equipment and jumped into the Weilan sea.

Of course, given their current physical condition and abilities, having or not having these diving equipment makes no difference.

But for old Richard and Countess Lara, it was more like a grave-robbing... cough cough... archaeological ritual that had to be observed.

The two entered the sea and descended like fish, surrounded by a dazzling array of bizarre and wonderful marine life.

Based on their previous GPS location, they quickly broke through a layer of water and entered a dilapidated underwater temple.

As the two removed their helmets, the musty smell of the air filled their nostrils, causing Kevin to sneeze several times in a row.

Lara opened the metal box, threw out dozens of electronic spheres, and connected them to a microcomputer. Functions such as terrain detection, map recording, ancient script analysis, and virtual architectural reconstruction were perfectly presented through cutting-edge science.

"Found it! This is it! The Moon Temple! It even seems to have mentioned Atlantis!"

"This will be the greatest archaeological discovery of this century!"

The Countess clenched her fist excitedly, her face beaming with pride and satisfaction, and without further ado, followed the electronic sphere deeper into the temple.

Hmm... it's just a protective excavation... it should be fine... I think...

Kevin rubbed his twitching right eyelid, tried to console himself against his conscience, then picked up the equipment and Crawford family in their desecration of ancient artifacts.

Chapter 569, Section 598: Countess Lara's "Takeout"

The Aegean Sea was calm and peaceful. Dr. Richard leaned against the gunwale, sitting in a deckchair and fishing with great interest, seemingly oblivious to the safety of the two men.

Although the market is injected with the latest life-enhancing agents developed by the SCP Foundation, the old man has come to terms with many things at this age.

Having even seen the Judgment Angel, he no longer obsessively pursued so-called mysteries, and his search for the Moon Temple was purely for academic and personal interest.

The only thing he can't let go of now is his extraordinary daughter, a tough woman who can single-handedly kill hundreds of members of the Middle Eastern Brotherhood assassin organization. Even he, her biological father, feels a pang of envy.

In peacetime, the sons of noble families who marry into English aristocratic families have long lost their spirit and are mostly just for show. Even if you packed your daughters together and stuffed them into their homes, probably no one would dare to take them.

Therefore, feeling deeply guilty about his parenting, Dr. Richard gave up and stopped caring about his daughter's private life.

He now has only one request: that a descendant be left in their long-standing Crawford family, preferably someone who can inherit the family's traditional archaeological talent.

Before they set off, that Old Man Charles, who works on Gene Virus, actually mocked the Crawford family, saying that wherever they went, things would collapse, and that they were a disgrace to the archaeological community.

Once the Moon Temple is built, he'll definitely teach that Old Man a lesson.

Besides, the two families are neighbors in County of Surrey, and both are preoccupied with their daughters' troubles. Shirley seems to still have feelings for some rascal.

Just because Lara can get the hang of it early, old Richard can finally hold his head high in front of Charles.

Speaking of which, that little rascal, at least his genes are good. You better hurry up and get her pregnant, stop that brat from running wild! I'll accept it, okay?

Dr. Richard, who was grumbling and snorting, noticed that the buoy was shaking violently on the slightly rippling sea. He couldn't help but stretch out his strong arm and quickly reel in the line.

However, halfway through the rotation, dozens of water columns exploded, and a deep vortex with a diameter of tens of meters appeared on the side of the research vessel.

Under the immense force of nature, the ship tilted and was on the verge of capsizing.

But at the critical moment, a fair arm grabbed the bow of the boat and pulled it to safety.

The two men, covered in dust and dirt, hurriedly jumped onto the boat and helped the old father up. The old Earl stumbled and ran to the stern, staring at the turbid waves surging on the sea, his face ashen.

"Where's the Moon Temple..."

"This type of thing is very old, and the marine erosion was quite intense..."

"Explain!"

"The collapse wasn't our fault; it was an accident, and we took remedial measures..."

"How can we remedy this?"

"We observed a few minutes of silence for this significant loss to the archaeological community, and also preserved valuable artifacts and data from before the collapse..."

"I asked you to do archaeological work, not to demolish houses!"

Richard's facial muscles twitched; his face felt a little swollen and had a burning pain.

"Get out! Get out! You've ruined the reputation of the Crawford family!"

"Don't ever come into my house again unless you get pregnant!"

Enraged, the old Earl swung his fishing rod, shooing away the troublesome couple with a mix of hitting and knocking. Alone, he gazed at the turbid waves churning on the sea, covering his face in Affliction.

Those blows really hurt...

On a London street, the two, now dressed in dry clothes, are having coffee and taking a short break.

"You shouldn't have touched that statue..."

Lara took a sip of her coffee and, with a professional air, criticized Kevin's recklessness.

Kevin appeared to be humbly accepting instruction, but secretly he couldn't help but grumble inwardly.

It was clearly you who were overconfident and wanted to decipher the mystery, so you moved the Moon symbol of the Moon Temple ahead of time, causing the underwater structure to collapse, and yet you insist on blaming it on me.

However, after being disciplined by Alice, Kevin learned a lot and naturally understood that some truths should not be spoken carelessly.

Lara, who couldn't sit still, paused for a moment, stroked her chin, and made a suggestion with great interest.

"It's still early today, why don't we go check out Glastonbury Abbey? We wonder what's buried in King Arthur's Tomb..."