Arrival

In fact, if these people had stood still with their feet together, they would not have died.

Tesla had merely discharged electricity into the surrounding environment. When these people charged at him with guns in hand, the stepping voltage created as they moved conducted Tesla's own electricity toward them. It was as if they had guided the electric dragon's path themselves.

So while the enemies had all turned into charred corpses, giving off the stench of scorched protein, the red carpet on the floor remained completely undamaged, as bright as new.

"Whew... whew..."

Tesla was not a professional fighter. At his core, he was still a scientist. Though he had forced his way out of Hell through science, that did not mean his physical condition was particularly impressive now.

"Are you that eager to die? Why are you killing people?!"

As he caught his breath, he suddenly heard someone speak. Turning around, he saw Howard and Nathaniel. The two were using one of Howard's little inventions: Wall-Adhesion Shoes.

They hung upside down from the corridor ceiling, each holding one of Nathaniel's new inventions: a Prototype Ray Gun.

"Agent Richards, Agent Stark, I disagree with you."

As soon as he finished speaking, every coil and diode on his body lit up red. Then, a sky-filling barrage of electric arcs swept toward the two of them.

"Whoa!"

Howard hurriedly pulled Nathaniel aside to dodge. This was insane—their combat strength was not even on the same level.

The other side had an incredibly advanced technological suit of armor, with functions far too powerful to count. He was armed to the teeth, while they only had a pair of shoes and a gun. They had to think of something quickly.

The two fled across the ceiling like rabbits, chased by streaks of lightning that