Chapter 190 The Delivery

Gore was temporarily imprisoned on charges of treason.

They certainly wouldn't dare take any strong measures. Forget about Roy's status in Eoubs; the forbidden substance that bastard implanted was unstable enough. If pushed too far, who knows what desperate things he might do?

When they were locked in the special control room, a group of executioners from the adjudication department exchanged glances. Their expressions were so somber that they dimmed the surrounding light, and no one expressed any opinion.

This tactic is familiar; at certain times, there is no difference between the powerful who have suddenly fallen from grace and the lower-class people they kill.

Beneath this vast, world-encompassing Pandora's box, everyone is merely a character in an adult-oriented game.

Sheen glanced at him with some concern, and the latter returned a smile.

There's no more effective way. Everyone here is skilled at killing and enduring pain, but the Parasite is a giant crusher with all sorts of ways to drive people to their deaths, which the higher-ups can choose to watch or broadcast at specific times.

So even if Gore doesn't go into the control room, he won't be much safer. Besides, this isn't really a trial of a sinner—it's just to keep him from causing more trouble. Once Roy shows up or the people from the Gospel of Heaven return, he'll be free.

Once you arrive in Eoubs, you have no choice but to run forward like a madman.

But he did some necessary things before he was imprisoned.

Sheehan was really curious about how much money they had spent on this.

A057, Experimental Base No. 3.

After the genetic verification was approved, Lu Jin followed her through the passage, through the corridor and the weapons modification warehouse—the authentication permissions were scarce everywhere, one every ten steps, and who knows how many more security procedures were ahead.

After walking for more than ten minutes, the authentication process gradually decreased, and the ground became slightly flatter. Many spotlights were embedded in the surrounding alloy walls, their locations extremely well-hidden and undetectable to outsiders; they were also equipped with laser attack codes. The latter part of the path became increasingly dark, with several branching paths, the entrances of which were essentially virtual strangulation nets, completely unnoticed by the average person.

Besides the necessary weapons, they also began to see traces left by some unknown creatures. The traces were eerie and mysterious, with a kind of fertility worship-like artistic atmosphere—at first glance, it looked like the work of the research department, whose techniques in this area were always rigorous and professional.

Ditches appeared on both sides of the wall, covered by glass domes. Grayish-white remains and limbs were scattered everywhere in the water, along with some deformed creatures that resembled aliens. They were in a coma or nightmare, perfectly matching the absurd environment.

The two operatives observed for a long time and found that the place looked somewhat familiar—some of the layouts here were hard not to be reminded of the reflections of the massacre area, only that the area was not as regular, but there were still similarities—both were dark and mixed with death.

Sheen entered the code that Gore had given him, and started the extermination program to kill them all without missing a single one, so that these things would sleep forever.

As they continued forward, the surrounding space finally opened up, the dome became extremely high, and the traces of various creatures' activities became more and more numerous.

They turned several corners, avoiding the traps, and then they saw that view—

The building directly in front of them had collapsed in a large section, and sunlight streamed down from above, causing dust and feathers containing suppressant to swirl around, like snow.

A bead, entirely scarlet, with its surface covered in a chaotic, intricate network of plants growing toward the light, its branches adorned with a few scattered flower buds, and surrounded by fist-sized pupae, dotted with dark yellow specks.

A mechanical voice suddenly sounded, explaining that this was a seed left behind by some forbidden substance—Eoubs had given it to Gore so long ago that he didn't know its exact name. Anyway, it only needed 400cc of blood to nourish it, and it would bear fruit—but what came out of the fruit wasn't edible food, but rather the organ of the one who nourished it, randomly generated and filled with mental toxins.

They exchanged a glance, then walked in that direction. After the surrounding sensors recognized the genetic information, they pulled out various instruments and shelves one by one. Among them were glass containers filled with deformed creatures, each thoughtfully labeled—the descriptions explaining that these items were mostly a mixture of structures from several different species, some even possessing forbidden characteristics, like utterly useless junk created in less than a minute by an extremely bored child.

As they continued forward, the containers grew larger and larger, and the monsters inside became increasingly deformed. They were all genetic creations of the laboratory, with occasional humans—though it was hard to say, as there was no clear distinction between the two in this place—who were as pale as the mutated creatures, mingling together.

But at this moment, they are all tacitly suspended in the preservative solution, and there is a row of labels on the top of the container, which are printed with the birth time, implantation characteristics and number of experiments. There is no specific number or name, just an experimental product.

The labels also show the various experiments they underwent to stimulate their senses, whether they died during the experiments, how long it took for them to revive after death, and all sorts of different graphs.

Countless creatures of unknown origin are buried here; it is nothing more than a simple pile of flesh and blood in a forgotten place.

Gore's experimental base was incredibly well-stocked, clearly demonstrating his belief that every contraption he created on a whim, or every carefully prepared secret weapon, deserved an accurate description and was well worth seeing.

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